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That night, everyone hurdled together against the fireplace, trying to keep themselves warm against the worst frigid storm that the Dawn Treader had faced since she started sailing.
"Reep?" Lucy called out.
"Yes, Your Majesty?"
"You've been very quiet since we came. If I may ask, why is that?"
"Yeah, Reep you haven't been threatening to kill anyone." Edmund added.
The mouse chuckled and held onto his rapier. "What do you want me to talk about?"
"How can you talk, if you don't mind my asking?" Caspian asked, curious that the mouse was ready to talk in the years that he had known him.
"When Aslan was on the Stone Table during your reign," He referred to the Pevensies. "My ancestor was one of the mice that cut his binds. As a reward for her kindness, Aslan gave her the ability to talk. I am now a Narnian like my fellow creatures"
"Lucy and I have met her then." Susan smiled at him.
"If you could fulfill a dream," Peter started. "What would it be?"
"It would be to have the privilege to see Aslan's country with my own eyes."
"Aslan's country?" Lucy asked.
"It has been my greatest privilege to have had my tail restored by Aslan. A dryad who used to take care of me always praised his country. It has been my lifelong dream to be privileged to go there one day. My entire life, I've tried to protect those in need under His name. If I may be worthy of anything else, it would be to be worthy of being there one day."
"There is no one more worthier than you." Caspian praised him.
"Well, I-"
"It's true." Peter said as he bowed down his head.
Lucy sat down in front of him and hesitated while asking if she could hug him. "Well, I suppose….just this once." He started but Lucy had already lifted him up into a hug. "Thank you, Your Majesty." Reep told her,
"Thank you, Reep."
"If I'm being honest, I can sometimes hear a tune coming from the sea, almost a whisper. It is usually from the east." The mouse chuckled.
"Well, it has been an honour and privilege for us to know you." Peter raised his glass of water to toast the leader of the talking mice.
"It seems that I am on Ramandu's Island." Camus told himself as he recognized some of the landmarks. "Maybe I can use this to my advantage."
He walked up to a place that was oh so familiar. "Aslan's Table." He whispered. "I can use this to find the Dawn Treader,"
"Hello." A voice said behind him and made him jump. He turned around to see a young lady wearing all white.
"My name is Lilliandil, and you are not meant to be in this sacred place. I am going to have to ask you to leave."
"Ah! So you must be the star that guards this place. Well stargirl, I will not be leaving and I know you have no power to hurt me, for I am more powerful than you will ever be." He smirked.
She tried not to let the tension of the situation get to her. "You must leave." She told him more firmly this time.
"I will not. And you won't do anything about it as long as I have this in my hand." He gestured to the spellbook making Lilliandil gasp. "Thought so. Now please excuse me, stargirl as I have work to do."
Lilliandil had no choice but to leave, giving Camus the table to himself. "Now to wake up the lords." He grabbed the spellbook and spoke an enchanted word, awakening the souls of the Lords.
"What's going on?" One of the lords asked.
"Who are you?" Another one asked.
"You don't need to know who I am, but tell me this old lords. Where is the Dawn Treader heading?"
"Why would we tell you that?" One of them asked.
"Because I have this." Camus replied, gesturing to the same spellbook he threatened Lillandil with.
They all gasped fear filling their stares. "How did you get that?" One asked.
"It doesn't matter," He replied. "Now tell me where they are going or I use this on each and every one of you."
"They are heading to go find the seventh sword." A lord told him reluctantly.
"Why?!" He asked more forcefully this time, punching a fist down on the table.
"Because it is the only way to defeat the power of that spellbook and any magic with it." The lords trembled.
"No!" Camus exclaimed. "They mustn't get to it, well not before me." Something came over him as he started to smile. "I'll just have to send them something a little more powerful and painful then my previous traps. Thank you for your help, gentlemen."
Back at the Dawn Treader, Caspian and Reep were watching the vengeful waves crash into the horizon. They were preparing for the entrance into the Dark Islands; where the last sword was kept. "King Caspian." Reep called out. "Is something wrong?"
"The mist." Caspian said. "It looks thicker than before."