Anything that is familiar is not mine

Chapter One – Prince Caspian

Caspian was dreaming, dreaming of a beautiful angel with luscious dark hair that flowed down her delicate back. He couldn't quite make out her face, but he knew she was beautiful beyond compare. He was perfectly asleep until he was startled by a heavy hand pressing against his mouth, but it was only his tutor, Professor Cornelius. Caspian let out a deep breath and pushed his professor's hand away.

"Five more minutes."

"You won't be watching the stars tonight, my prince," whispered the Professor, grasping Caspian's hand, "Come we must hurry."

Caspian followed, feeling the tension in the professor's voice, "Professor, what is going on?"

"Your aunt gave birth," he began. Caspian felt his heart fall as he waited for the next words.

"To a son," said the Professor, opening the wardrobe. His uncle had a son, could this mean that he would try to take Caspian's throne. The professor opened the secret passageway that hid in Caspian's wardrobe. Caspian rushed in and closed the wardrobe doors as soldiers silently made their way into Caspian's chambers. Caspian left a small gap open so he could see them walking toward his bed. At least a dozen guards surround his bed, each with a loaded crossbow. Caspian held his breath, hoping that no one could detect he wasn't in his bed. Glozelle, the captain of the guard, shot his arrow first and others followed suit. With each arrow, Caspian felt his heart pound faster. Caspian felt a tap on his shoulder, and he broke away from his would-be murderers.

The Professor giving him a sad look and hurried down the tunnel. Caspian turned back to glance at his room and ran off after the professor. The two of them raced down the winding stairs and sneaked into the Telmarine stables. Caspian rushed ahead and saddled his horse, when he was done, he went to seek the Professor. Standing in the corner of the stables was the said man, with no saddled horse or bags around him.

"Professor?"

"You must leave without me," said the man, walking past Caspian.

"No! They'll kill you!" cried Caspian. He had already lost his father once. Now he must lose his mentor and friend.

"I have already lived my life. You must go. I will only slow you down."

"I can't leave you!"

"You will!" said the Professor roughly, pushing a sword in Caspian's hands. Swallowing down tears, Caspian climbed onto his horse.

"You must make for the woods," the Professor instructed.

"The woods?"

"They won't follow you there," he replied. The Professor reached in his pocket and passed an object wrapped in dark cloth.

"It has taken me many years to find it. Do not use it except at your greatest need."

Packing the object into his saddlebag, Caspian looked into the Professor's eyes, "Will I ever see you again?"

"I hope so," said the Professor, putting his hand on top of Caspian's, "There is so much I meant to tell you. Everything you know is about to change."

Both Caspian and Professor froze when they heard shouts from the courtyard. Saying a quick goodbye, Caspian kicked his horse and sprinted away. Passing the courtyard, he knocked over the guards that shouted at his arrival. Caspian didn't care, he urged his horse faster as the tears burn in his eyes. His uncle had planned to kill him all this time. His uncle, the man who raised him after his father died. Wiping the tears off his face, Caspian turned to the castle that once been his home. Fireworks were going off in the distance, shine some light onto the dark citadel. Celebrating the birth of his cousin that would sit upon his throne.

Looking down to the gates of the castle, several soldiers on horses raced past the gates heading for him. Caspian didn't hesitate to kick his horse into a sprint and bolted towards the woods. Once he was passed the safety of the trees, he looked back to the Telmarine soldiers who were cowering on their horses.

Caspian rode off again, hoping they would never find the courage to follow him. Not taking the risk that they would follow him, Caspian crossed the gushing river, thankfully, the river didn't wash him away. He looked back again, there was no one there. Looking forward again, Caspian smashed onto an incoming branch. Landing with a thud, he felt his foot getting caught in the stirrup and was dragged behind his horse.

Regaining his senses, Caspian realised his trapped foot and halted to a stop in the forest floor. With no sound of incoming hooves, Caspian closed his eyes and took deep breaths to calm his racing heart. Feeling calm, Caspian opened his eyes and sat up. He had heard terrifying stories about this place, but they were only stories.

Suddenly, in a nearby tree, a door open, revealing two dwarves holding weapons.

"He's seen us!" said one of them. Caspian looked around his sword laid on the ground only metres away. But before he could reach it, the other dwarf unsheathes his sword and charged at him. Caspian tried to scramble away, but the dwarf stooped, looking at an ornate horn that fell out of Caspian's saddle bag. It was what the professor had given to him before he left. Before either of them could do anything, there was sudden tremble of oncoming horses, Telmarines.

"Take care of him!" said the second dwarf and charged, with his sword raised high, to the oncoming soldiers. The first dwarf advanced towards Caspian, but Caspian reached for the horn and blew it as hard as he could. Caspian heard a cry before he felt a hard brick slamming into his skull.

A/N: Hi everyone, I am back! Hoped you've enjoyed the first chapter of my second instalment of the Guardians of Narnia. If you haven't, please read Guardians of Narnia: The Winter Rebellion before reading this. I'll be updating this story weekly, so see you next week. Bye!