Hey again my dear readers! Here's Chapter Ten and thanks a bunch for those reviews and alerts! Such an enouragement to me! And then...I'm really disappointed that I wasn't able to finish this story this summer! AGH! I mean, this story is from last year... And then VoDT is coming out this Christmas and then...hope you guys keep reviewing for me...

So without any delay, I give you Chapter Ten!

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or anything of it, as you know already. I own Faith and Rovin. psychpineapplelover owns Robyn.

I need not go into detail of what happened when we brought the Pevensies to Aslan's How; nothing much occurred that time as we walked and talked. Peter and Caspian were up ahead leading the group as they talked about battle strategy and what not; maybe they were not going to butt heads after all...or so I thought. I told the other three Pevensies my story and Robyn's while I did my best not to flush in Edmund's presence, a natural thing a girl does when her crush or a cute guy is nearby. But I didn't tell them how much I knew about them for fear that would raise pointless troubles. (Not to mention how awkward and exciting it was to actually have conversation with a group of British people. I've only met two other British people who actually live in my town.)

We didn't arrive at Aslan's How until that afternoon for some reason; either we were walking too slowly or we were just wandering in circles.

Lucy gasped when she first saw the huge mound and smiled at the sight of it. Peter and Susan had sober faces, and Edmund had an amazed expression. As we all neared the entrance, centaurs lined up the sides of the doorway and made an arch with their drawn swords. And one cute sight was that one foal centaur was hanging is sword too low but was corrected by another adult next to him. Such an honorable display of respect it was. The Four Sovereigns accepted this welcoming act without hesitation as if remembering their good old days. But when it came to Caspian, he stopped walking with Peter letting the Pevensies ahead, drooped his eyes as if he seemed unworthy, and asked Robyn and I to walk with him.

We tried to comfort him though it didn't do much good. I wished that moment I could do more for him.

The Stone Table itself must have brought back a lot of memories for the Four Kings and Queens of Narnia. The girls had tears in their eyes, and the boys were unreadable. When I looked at Aslan (his carving, that is), I was reminded that He was in control still. No matter what happened. Even if he seemed to be missing. Lucy once commented that 'He must've known what he was doing.' However my perspective turned from peace to anger when Peter announced that it was up to them (I didn't get if he meant as in all of us there or just the Pevensies. But it still made me mad.)

And when Peter had said that, it sounded as if he had little trust in Aslan.

Now I was beginning to wonder if Caspian had just called for more than just 'help.'

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Early the Next Day...Outside Aslan's How:

"Ready? Aim...and...Fire!"

Two arrows whizzed in the fresh (and quiet hazy) morning air: one a few inches from the bulls-eye and the other seven feet in front of the one who aimed.

"Robyn, for the last time, do tighten your grip on the bow more, and focus on the target," Caspian was exasperated after witnessing another failed shot.

Robyn frowned at her teacher. "Hey, at least it's was a foot or two farther than before," she excused, "besides, aren't you supposed to be an encouragement and not a hindrance? And I prefer the short sword better. You know I've learned the basics anyway. Plus, I feel more...tough." (In my private opinion, I think she wanted to say 'manly', but that would probably put her in an awkward position or leave Caspian giving us another lecture. But I was thankful she backed up first.)

I smirked as I held my bow in the best posture I could, trying to remember the techniques Caspian had taught us ten minutes ago. After Caspian had yacked on and on about the bow and arrows (he nearly went into the history of the weapon again, but we stopped him of course), he first gave us a demonstration and then had us do some exercises before we actually held the bow and arrows together. And this was our second time to use the arm; Caspian said I was doing fine for a first-timer, but Robyn was struggling to catch up since she had already learned the basics of the short sword from Cloudbirth aside from the fact that her bow was taller than her. -Why'd Caspian give her a big bow in the first place anyway?-

Peter was inside doing his own haughty king business, and Susan was behind us giving the other archers a few tips. I was thankful that Caspian had complied to give us private lessons despite his busy...schedule, but it seemed that the prince longed to be with the eldest Pevensie girl. Sometimes I would catch them eying each other occasionally.

"Look at Faith," pointed Caspian, "Her stance is right...oh, your right elbow is a little too high." He smiled after I corrected my mistake and gave him a questioning look. "There you go," He nodded in satisfaction to his blooming pupil (if I say so myself.)

"Yeah, for a beginner," Robyn started to unstrung her bow. "Caspian, I give up. I mean, come on. That was the fifth shot I've failed in. So...can I please do the sword fighting?"

"Oh no no no no," Caspian stopped Robyn. "Put that string back, and show me again how to hold it."

With a moan and a little muttering, she strung her bow again and awkwardly took her position.

But Caspian heaved a sigh of disappointment. "Tighten the grip on the bow, Robyn," he reminded as he started to reach for her hand.

But Robyn recoiled. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" she reacted with a startle, "No guy is going to touch me!"

"But-"

"Nuh-uh! Not even my hand you will not! Thou shalt not touch the opposite gender!"

As my lips twisted unnaturally from trying to fight a laugh, the Telmarine wordlessly looked at me, then at Robyn, then back at me. "You two are unbelievable," He groaned as he rubbed his temple. Two points!

Robyn and I merely grinned with pride as I said, "Why, thank you, Your Highness. We'll take that as a compliment!" I'll never be ashamed that a guy never touched me. Ever.

"Is it that you're afraid of...what do you call it...'cooties'?" he asked dryly.

"Yes!"

"No!"

Caspian quirked an eyebrow clearly confused at both of our answers.

"Maybe so...?" I added in a tiny voice. I promise that I heard a cricket chirping in the background. How funny!

But the humor didn't last for long. Caspian just shook off our nonsense and said, "Never mind that. Let's go back to the very beginning."

Both of us girls groaned as we put our bows and arrows down until Robyn was singing: "A very good place to start. When you read you begin with: A, B, C. When you sing you begin with-" Two glares was enough to stop Robyn. Wow. Sound of Music. Wouldn't Julie Andrews be proud of you.

"Sorry...but you promised!" Robyn pouted and crossed her arms after flinging her bow away. "Besides you know how terrible I am in this archery-thingy-ma-bob. It's hopeless."

"You don't have someone to teach you, Robyn," Caspian pointed out sternly. "And I cannot help you. I am more than occupied already."

"And don't say Cloudbirth either," I flatly reminded her as I loosened my arrow from the bow. "You know that he's busy as his dad."

"Well then who-" Robyn suddenly beamed with delight. "Why not Edmund?" she suggested excitedly as she turned eyes to the upper left.

"But I don't think- oh, never mind." I spied what Robyn was looking at.

Sitting on the flat stone roof of the How entrance, Edmund and his younger sister Lucy were talking with their legs dangling over the precipice.

"Yeah, it doesn't like either of them have their hands full," I said. "Why don't-"

"Hey, Edmund!" my BFF hollered, cupping her mouth. "Can you help me in something down here?"

And I did not see that one coming. I slapped myself on the forehead, and Caspian's sweat dropped. "I was gonna say 'Why don't you ask go up there and ask?'" I remarked wryly. "Not yell."

"Does she not have respect for King Edmund and Queen Lucy?" asked Caspian anxiously.

"I'm sure she does have respect for them, but I guess she forgets to show it."

To our astonishment, Edmund waved back to Rob and said he would be glad to help. Then he and Lucy got up and entered into the How to get to Robyn making it my turn to sweat drop.

"In your face!" cheered Robyn, pumping a fist and then pointing a finger at me.

"What was that for?" I asked stupidly, my eyes narrowed.

"Now, don't start a quarrel, you two," scolded Caspian. "It would-"

"We know. It would give us a bad reputation," both of us girls finished for him smugly. And I think we have a reputation already. Too late.

"Three points!" I scored in victory and high-fived Robyn. "Boo-yah!"

"You really are tiresome, you two." Caspian sighed and rolled his eyes. "I think that's enough lessons for today. Robyn, you may go on ahead with King Edmund-" Robyn let out a whoop and left immediately before Caspian could finish which left me and the prince. "Now. What was it that you wanted to speak about, Faith?"

"Hm?...Oh! Sorry." I crossed my arms and made serious eye-contact with the Telmarine. "I...I just don't like that Peter guy." Even if I'm familiar with him and his family.

"Neither do I," Caspian agreed. "He's not what I exactly expected. But I do not want to do anything that would provoke him. He is the High King."

"And I'll tell you this: I will follow your orders only...besides Aslan's. 'Cause I don't like the thought that Peter is acting as if he's the leader around here." No response. "Yeah, yeah, I know. He's a king. But He's supposed to help you become King of Narnia. Not rule again."

"Faith, I...but I do not feel worthy to be king when it comes to that. It..."

"Hey, just think about how to get your throne back now. Don't worry about that yet." I unstrung my bow and put the arrow into my shaft. "I don't know what else to say about your guilt trip but..." Wanting to cheer up the Telmarine, I grinned to change the mood. "Do you want some water? I'm kinda thirsty. Might refresh you anyway."

The other chuckled and nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Faith." I turned to get some water. "Oh, and Faith? Don't forget to speak with Robyn."

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Few minutes later:

After a brief talk with Robyn, I got two cups of water and started to head outside, glad that I was an actual help and blessing to Prince Caspian. Not just a nuisance or an innocent bystander anymore. My thoughts dwelt on this until I clumsily walked right into Peter but luckily didn't spill any water on him.

"Be careful, will you?" the dirty-blonde king exclaimed but quieted down when he saw who had bumped into. "Oh, it's you." What? No 'Oh, I'm sorry.' Gah, this guy is really getting on my nerves.

"Oh, my apologies, Your Majesty," I replied coolly. "I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going."

Instead of asking for my name or going into a nice subject, he asked, "Do you have something against me?" Ain't he nice? Nuh-uh!

"Oh nothing, Your Majesty," I shrugged casually. Except how you think you're the boss of everybody and how rude you are and how you get on my nerves! "How could I? I don't know you."

I proceeded to walk out of the How, but Peter caught up behind me looking baffled. "What? I thought you said you knew my siblings and I."

"I meant I know about you. Not know you know you."

"Then how do you know about us?"

"How everyone else knows you. You're a legend, Your Majesty." In fiction, that is.

"Would you please stop calling me 'Your Majesty'?" he requested coldly. "I sense you are being sarcastic with me."

I flipped my ponytail deliberately as I turned to face him. "I'm sorry. How am I supposed to address you? Your...Worship fulness, Grace, Highness. Oh! How about this...Your Royal Tush?" I turned away from him, purposely flipping my hair again in his face...though he was a lot taller than me.

I heard the Brit make an annoyed sound and then found him the next second towering over me. "Excuse me? Who are you?" Oh, now you ask!

I made a different approach this time. "I'm Faith, the Shield Maiden of Rohan and Princess of Gondor!" I exaggerated in a British accent but returned to normal voice. "No, I'm not a princess really or anything. I'm just a normal girl helping Caspian win his throne."

"Faith..." Peter pondered the name for a moment before continuing. "If you're not a Telmarine -as I can tell by your accent-,then..."

"I'm from your world except from the US-I mean America..." I hesitated briefly. "And from the future too. The year 2009."

Peter's eyes widened. "Wow...That's something I've never heard of." He paused. " So you were called by the horn too?" Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he's not so bad after all.

I shook my head. "No, three days before Caspian blew the horn. And if you're going to ask why, I don't know really. Neither does my friend Robyn." I was about to apologize to Peter to be formal but decided to test him instead. "I guess Aslan called us."

"Well we're going to have to do something quickly since Aslan isn't here right now," said Peter hopelessly. Yep, he's lost faith in the Lion. Maybe he's not so good as I thought either.

I shrugged again as if I didn't hear him and said, "Well we're going to have to wait for him...patiently." I emphasized the last word intentionally.

"Well we can't just sit here doing nothing."

"Well we can't do anything rash now, can we?"

"Well we can't just let the Telmarine Army destroy us now, can we?"

"Well we can't just let you think that you can take over just like THAT? Remember your place!"

"Now look here! I am not going to be addressed that way!"

"Says who? You're such a haughty and a hottie!"

Peter drew back a little with confusion but then shook his head with frustration. "And you had better remember your place too! You're not the one in charge."

"And you're not either, Peter! You and your siblings are only here because Caspian called for your help."

"We are helping him! And you should be seeing that!"

"A very BAD job at it already, I say!"

"Well, I don't think we'll be agreeing in anything but..." Peter strangely drifted off and became horrified and more angry when his eyes landed on something to his left. (My right.)

"What?" I questioned before seeing what caught his attention. Oh no, he didn't!

Uh-huh. You guessed it. There was Caspian and Susan. Sittin' in a tree-NO. Smiling and talking they were while taking no heed to the Narnians who watched them with puzzlement and curiosity. As if trying to impress the eldest Pevensie girl, Caspian aimed at something in the trees ahead with the crossbow he held but seemed to have missed it when he shot.

"Will you excuse me?" I asked distractedly before walking right behind the couple (why did I just use 'couple'?) who didn't notice me.

"If that's all they got?" said Susan flirtatiously as she fitted an arrow into her bow and aimed at the same target, "We might stand a chance somehow."

And as soon as she head released her arrow, Susan and Caspian received an unceremonious dumping of water to the back of their heads. From an enraged me. And it was priceless. Susan gasped from the smack of the chilling water whereas Caspian suppressed a yelp. Victory was sweet that very instant; it didn't matter to me that the Narnians, Peter, Caspian, or Susan were staring at me in shock.

Then I heard Robyn hoot from behind me, "That's five-no TEN points!" I glanced behind me.

Coincidentally, Edmund (who was training with Robyn) and Lucy were there with my friend to witness the "mishap" too. The younger girl had put a hand over mouth while her older brother let his jaw drop to the ground, and Robyn...she was grinning as huge as the Cheshire Cat.

My mouth twitched. "Mm-hm! And you thought I didn't notice that, Caspian!" I said in a dangerously low voice after turning back to Caspian and Susan.

"Wh-what was that f-for?" Susan sputtered, her hair dripping with water.

Caspian was somewhere between embarrassed and furious at that moment. "Would you care to explain, Faith?"

"Hey, Faith!" Robyn called. "What were you and Peter fightin' about? Not a nice way just meeting someone." Stink! We were arguing too loud! That's not good...

I totally ignored the poor Telmarine Prince and the Gentle Queen's questions, handed a stunned High King the now empty cups and declared, "I think that's the only thing I'll agree on you with..."

Peter blinked. "What just happened?"

So what do you guys think? Was it hilarious? I actually was putting a lot of my anger on Peter (I hope I didn't sound too mad...) when I wrote this chapter, and the deleted scene of Cas and Su (and boy, am I glad that they didn't put it in the movie!) made me furious so...I decided to give it a 'little' wetting on the situation...and yes, I enjoyed it immensely! And I hope I didn't sound Mary-Sueish. Thanks for reading!

So review please! :D