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Suddenly the door splits in half and swings open. What we see inside makes my jaw drop to the ground in shock and the High King say one word:

"Golly."

Chapter 18: Ancient City

It's an ancient city; bigger than any city I've ever seen in my life. The rock has been hollowed out to create the massive space in which the city sits. Old town houses lay in ruins on the cobblestone streets while massive boulders scatter the city itself. Some buildings still stand, but you can see by the stone that they could break apart at any minute. Right in the centre of this ancient city lays a massive castle; three times the size of Cair Paravel. Towers and battlements atop of the castle walls rise above the rest of the city. It's easily the focal point in here.

"I wonder who lived here," I murmur as I take a few steps inside. The ground feels crumbly beneath my feet so I'm cautious with each and every step I'm taking.

"I'm not too sure. It didn't mention an ancient civilisation in any of the Narnian history books I read," he replies while carefully following me. "Wait, Athalia. You don't think the city on the door might have been this city, do you?" I nod once and turn to face him slowly. That is exactly what I'm thinking actually.

"I think it was. You do know what that means right?" He shakes his head; his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "If the ball of light was correct, it means the prophecy is in this city somewhe – "

"SQUAWK! Marille, it's in here, SQUAWK, I know it's in here!" I freeze mid-sentence. The King looks to me in alarm before we both dash for an old building – well the part of the old building that's still standing anyway. We jump inside and hide behind the small, stone wall; both of us trying to keep our breathing at bay.

"Shut your beak, Toucan. Of course it's in here. Why else would the entry have been so hefty? Now both of you, spread out and be quiet. We know the four youngsters are after this prophecy too. If you come across anyone, kill them. We need to get this prophecy before they do," Marille says, his voice echoing through the cavity.

"What if they've already gotten it, Marille?"

"Then I will kill you both for wasting so much time trying to store treasure in your bags in that gem room."

"(Squawk) We're rich now though! Why do we even need this (squawk) prophecy anymore anyway?"

"Your obnoxious noise is echoing in this city; people can hear you if they are close. Shut your beak, Toucan, and don't you dare say another word or I will misplace you under a rock," the ghoul warns in a sinister tone.

"Both of you, just go. Toucan, scan the right side, Ghoul, scan the left. I'll head up to the castle and search around there. If you find it, scream it out so that we can all get out of here as fast as we can," Marille instructs. I hear the ghoul scurry away and the birds flapping wings so I turn to the High King.

"We need to find that prophecy now! I'll head up to the castle. You scour the main town. If you find it scream out 'for Narnia'. I'll do the same," I instruct quietly.

"Got it and – good luck. I hope you find it in the castle."

"Thanks. You too." He nods once at me before we both glance over the wall, looking for any movement. It's clear so I quickly jump out before full on sprinting up the cobblestone, jumping over old, tree logs and rubble on the way. This city is like a maze. Hundreds of little, skinny streets all joined together to form intersections on every corner. Not to mention the fact that half of the streets are blocked off due to fallen buildings and massive boulders. Hair clings to the sweat on my forehead as I dash up the streets; seeing the castle get closer with every street I go up.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I see a massive gate on the ground and a beautiful courtyard in front of me. Marble pillars and golden archways surround the beautiful fountain and rose gardens. I'm momentarily confused. This courtyard looks extremely well kept and green. What is going on? Alia! The prophecy! Remember the mission! You can think about this later! Oh right. I glance around the room and notice a large, marble staircase in the very centre of the wall. That seems to be the only entrance into the main part of the castle so I run for them. I take a second to double check that this is the only way in before walking up the stairs. The handrails on the stairs are twisted and look stunningly beautiful, as for the stairs themselves, let's just say it feels like I'm walking on the most precious stone in the world.

"The rulers of this city must've been wealthy; far wealthier than our Kings and Queens," I murmur quietly to myself. Remembering the task at hand, I begin to take the stairs two at a time. Once I reach the top, I look around in despair. There are five different hallways that I can go down. "Okay, Alia, think. You can do this. Which one would make the most sense to walk down?" I whisper quietly to myself. Wouldn't the middle one make the most sense? But wait, no one was supposed to be able to find the prophecy, so it wouldn't be the most obvious one. Unless the main purpose of them building it like that was to make you think that way when in reality it really is the most obvious way. Gah, this is so confusing! Alright, let's just go down the middle one.

I sprint down the stone hallway, trying to be careful with the slippery, marble floor. Suddenly one of the suits of armour moves though, smashing down its sword onto the floor right in front of me. I gasp and quickly jump over it, but just as I do, two more suits of armour release their weapons. Within seconds swords and axes are flying everywhere. "This castle is full of traps! Shivers!" I duck in time to see a sword fly squarely above my head. Eyes wide and jaw dropped, I run as fast as I can; jumping over fallen and flying weapons every second. I turn a corner just in time to see a wall coming out of the doorway and slowly falling to the ground. I sprint towards it before sliding underneath it with seconds to spare. A massive bang echoes throughout the castles hallways as it meets the ground. That was a close one.

Once I've got my breath back a little, I look at my new options for hallways. There's four now. They all look exactly the same as the last one only instead of suits of armour on the sides that have various other things such as small fountains and oil paintings. Just go with the safest looking one, Alia. I pick the one with the oil paintings, deciding that there's little that can really happen. Boy am I wrong. Running through this hallway is like running through a death trap. The oil paintings melt. Yes, you heard me right. They MELT! The ground is absolutely covered in the slippery oil causing me to slip and slide everywhere. Again, I say it; appearances can be deceiving. I slam into the side wall for the fifth time just as the next wall door comes into view. Cutting myself really close on time again, I slide under the doorway. Now covered from head to toe in oil, I stand up and catch my breath. This is not fun anymore! Seven more options make themselves known as my eyes scan the new corridors one by one. The one with the little, pretty gardens looks fairly safe.

Okay, once again, I should not judge by appearances. The little, friendly gardens are actually made up of evil, big plants that are throwing their roots everywhere and snapping at me. Add on to that little, known fact that I'm still covered in oil…let's just say I'm not looking very good right now. My dress has been torn to shreds by me sliding into vines with deadly thorns on them and my hair probably looks like it ate a tree. Whoever came up with this idea must've been ill to the head. Sliding underneath yet another falling wall, I can't help but wonder whether I'm actually close to the prophecy or not. Oh I sure hope Marille is having as much trouble with these corridors as me! I stand up again, only to find there's only one place to go. I sigh with relief and slowly walk forwards. A massive archway greets me after a few minutes and leads me into a massive hall. Right in the very centre of this hall is a marble stand carved into the shape of a tree. On the very top of the tree, I see a golden container. It looks like it has a seal on it. It's the prophecy!

I don't even hesitate. I run forwards as fast as my feet can carry me and am about to grab it when I get shoved out of the way. I hear a wicked laugh and sit up only to see Marille. He leans forward and effortlessly picks up the prophecy before tossing it in the air and catching it again like it's some sort of ball.

"Sorry, Orphan, but this belongs to me so thank you for the clues and for the map and I hope you enjoy your time dying," Marille seethes at me before he turns on his heels and heads for another exit. I grind my teeth together before ripping out my sword and jumping to my feet.

"Not so fast, Marille, you forgot something." He spins to me; his eyes as black as the inside of a cave with no light.

"Really? And what's that?" I smirk.

"Your slice." He looks confused for a second so I happily take the opportunity to lunge forward and slice his knee with the edge of my blade. His cry of pain rings through the whole castle, echoing throughout all the hallways. I hear a massive bang suddenly and turn around quickly only to see that a bared gate has locked us into the hall. One of us is going to die in here and it's not going to be me! I look back to Marille only to see that he's standing again, a piece of fabric wrapped around his knee to keep the blood at bay.

"You are going to pay dearly." I hop to the side just as he runs at me with his sword pointed out. He thuds against the stone wall with a massive clang, dropping the prophecy in the process. It rolls along the floor and I quickly run forward and grab it. He turns back to me then, fire burning in his eyes before swinging his sword for my head. I block his massive blow with my sword causing him to stumble back. I hear footsteps running up to the gate then and look over my shoulder for a second to see who it is. The High King is standing there, the toucan tied up in his left hand and the ghouls head in his right. His eyes are burning with rage before they widen in fear.

"ATHALIA! LOOK OUT!" I spin back around only to get bashed to the ground by Marille; his body pinning me to the floor. I go to stab him in the back only to realise with horror that my sword is over the other side of the room. I try pushing against him, but he's got to be at least three times my body weight and size, he doesn't even budge. He raises his sword, his smiling face shining with delight.

"I was hoping I'd get the chance to do this to you! The annoying misery you put me through at Cair Paravel killed me day in and day out. I'll be glad to be rid of you," he sneers. He lifts his sword in the air, ready to stab me, only he made one error in his positioning over me. With the way he is leaning and how he is sitting, I'm at a perfect angle to hurt him at least for a second so I can get up. I smirk at him before kneeing him in the groin. "AHH!" he groans as he rolls off of me in pain. I jump up and run over to my abandoned sword. Picking it up, I hold it in a defensive position in front of me.

"What are you waiting for, Marille? I've been waiting for a fight like this for years!" I edge on. Picking up his sword again he stands before running at full speed towards me. I pull my arms back and brace myself for the impact that comes a second later. Him bashing his sword against mine with sheer force again and again is probably the most fun I've had in years admittedly. This is what dreams are made of. Somehow, without me realising it, the tip of his sword manages to get past my block and scrapes down my forearm, slicing it open effectively. I cringe but hold back my cries of pain for now. Don't show weakness. That's the first rule of a fight. The second rule? Don't react to pain. Using my sword as a batting device, I whack his sword out of the way and manage to skim his stomach with the tip of mine. He stumbles back a little trying to avoid it, giving me an advantage. I take a few steps back to catch my breath for a second before adjusting my feet in a secure position. Drawing my sword back, I wait for him. His eyes meet mine; fiery black to burning hazel.

"One of us is going to die, Marille. You and I both know this. I'll give you a hint though; it is not going to be me." His roar of fury is enough to prove to me that he doesn't like that idea much. Running at me he raises his sword. Before he can even blink though, I drive mine down with sheer force right into his stomach. He stops abruptly; his mouth open in shock. His eyes look down to his stomach with fear, my sword still wedged in it as if it's butter. He gasps for air as he falls backwards onto the stone flooring. I take my sword out mid-fall, allowing blood to pour like a river out of his gauged stomach. His hand covers the hole as he looks at me with a glare. His eyes are pitch black but as the seconds tick by they begin to empty of emotion. Within a minute he's on the ground, still as a rock. I release the breath I don't realise I'm holding before dropping my sword and gripping my arm. I'm drenched in blood. I can feel it dripping off of my skin like raindrops. Now that he's dead, the pain from the slice is starting to set it. I sit on the ground and close my eyes; trying to ignore the searing pain. Just breathe, Athalia, just breathe.

"Athalia! Pick up the prophecy again so the gate opens!" His Majesty yells out to me. Gritting my teeth, I stand up and walk over to where the prophecy lays. As soon as it's in my hand, I hear the gate open. Ignoring the King as he enters, I go to undo the seal, but it seems to be locked shut. I can't get into it. I groan in frustration and pain.

"I can't believe we came all this way for a prophecy that doesn't even want to open." Seriously, Mr. Hogelsworth, what are you doing to us? I put it on the floor next to me so I can grip my arm again. Ripping the bottom of my dress off, I wrap the fabric tightly around the slice, praying that it'll stop bleeding soon.

"Maybe it's not for us to open. Perhaps it's only meant for Aslan's eyes, but then Aslan probably already knows what's on there, so…I don't really understand why it won't open for us," the High King says as he comes to stand next to me. He bends down then to pick up the prophecy before twisting it around in his hands; examining every side of it curiously. I grimace before looking down to my arm again.

"Actually, it's not for Aslan." The High King's eyes meet mine at once.

"What do you mean it's not for Aslan?" he spits out between his teeth. I can almost see his mind racing, the fury that I've lied to him building up.

"It wasn't Aslan who sent us on the quest." I take the quickest glance imaginable up to his face. His glare could melt butter.

"What do you mean it wasn't a quest set by Aslan? Who sent you on it then?" he yells at me.

"A nutty, old, faun who happens to be a professor." I hear something fall on the floor before the High King's stomping can be heard. I pick up the prophecy slowly, not wanting to make any rash movements while he's in this state of mind.

"I can't believe you lied about who sent you on the bloody quest – actually, sadly, I can believe it, since it's you – but what about little Abby? How could she have just lied to me like that too? I'm so angry right now! Here I thought Edmund and I were doing Aslan's bidding, but all its turned out to be is some petty recovery quest for a professor so he didn't have to do it himself. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous," he rants as he stomps around the room.

"I never asked you to come. In fact, I didn't want you to come at all so don't start saying that this was your quest because it wasn't," I scream watching his every stomp like a hawk.

"I was trying to be a gentleman!"

"Well you failed! I can't stand you! I can't wait till we get back home so I never have to see you AGAIN!" I whip away from him, anger building up in the pit of my stomach, before grabbing my sword from its spot on the floor and stabbing it into its case. Seething with anger towards the arrogant idiot, I storm back through the castle hallways. It seems now that I have the prophecy though, the traps won't work. I make it out alive – thankfully – before zig-zagging my way through the cobblestone streets. Stopping at an intersection, I look around, frustrated. Tears fall down my face as I try to work out where to go through my muddled brain. I feel the ground tremble slightly, but ignore it. It's just another mini earthquake. Suddenly I hear a loud rumble though followed by the High King's words, "ATHALIA! THE CITY'S CAVING IN!" Taking one look at the falling castle, I sprint. I don't know where I'm going or where the exits are, all I know is that I need to get out of here! Running down towards the rock wall is hard; especially when things are crumbling around you. I scream as a boulder drops down not a foot in front of me; skidding to a stop, I look at it in shock. That was a close one. I feel someone grab my arm and scream loudly from surprise and searing pain.

"It's alright; it's just me. We need to get out of here though," the King says as he pulls me around the boulder and down the path. I allow him to drag me down the streets, only really thinking about the fact that I need to get out of here. I'm really not in the mood for a fight at the moment honestly, but that doesn't mean I'm not still furious with him. We run down a bunch of streets before finding our way back to the gate amidst falling boulders and buildings. We both jump in just as the door closes. Breathing heavily, I look over to the High King. He looks like an absolute mess. His clothes are torn and bloodied and his hair is muddled and knotted. I look down to the prophecy in my hands, twisting my fingers around the smooth, gold covering.

"Well that was fun." I narrow my eyes, glaring at him, before glancing back down to the prophecy again. I hope I never have to see him again after this. "I don't get why you're angry, I'm really the only one who should be angry right now. You lied to me. You've hated me for this whole trip. You're stubborn and arrogant. You don't take advice. All in all, you are infuriating! But luckily for you, I'm not the one to hold a grudge. What's done has been done. Let's just get going." I nod once, the pain in my arm increasing. "Um, Athalia, there is a rock covering the water." A rock covering the water?

"What do you mean?"

"Well look for yourself! The stone is covering the exit." I get up from my spot on the ground and glance down. Sure enough, our exit is gone.

"So, we're trapped in here then?" Great, just great. What else can go wrong? I sit back down and lean back against the wall. My hand twists the prophecy around and around. Maybe I could try opening it?

"Looks like it. I suppose we could just wait it out. It might be because of the city falling to pieces."

"Quite possibly." The King lounges down next to me and sighs. I don't pay any heed to him though. I continue to flip the prophecy around in my hands. There must be a way to open it. Maybe we need to say something?

"How is your arm?" he asks me after a ten-minute silence or as silent as it can be with a city falling apart beside you.

"Extremely sore," I murmur. More silence follows before I sigh dejectedly. I put the prophecy down next to me and look at him. "To be honest, I'm trying not to think about it. If I keep my mind occupied on something else it doesn't hurt as much."

"Here, let me have a look at it." I move my arm very quickly away. He doesn't need to see my weakness. He slams his hands in his lap and brings his legs up to his chest in frustration. "I'm just trying to help you, Athalia, like you helped me earlier!"

"I don't need your help," I mutter. Lies.

"Really? Because if it wasn't for Ed and I being here you would've been dead ten times over by now!"

"We would've been fine." My voice cracks as tears well up in my eyes. I know it's true, it doesn't mean I have to admit it though.

"Abigail would've died in the sap room and you would've died in the well room."

"I suggest you shut your mouth," I say, tears starting to roll down my cheeks as I look straight ahead.

"You won't admit it because you're too proud, but it's true! You wouldn't be holding the prophecy if it wasn't for us!" I hold back sobs before wiping my eyes with the back of my filthy hands. Neither of us says anything for what feels like forever. I have been looking at everything wrong. He's not the villain in this situation, I am. How do I fix this? I'm quiet for a moment before taking a deep breath in.

"I just wanted an adventure; to get out of the usual routine and do something crazy. I wanted to do something that would benefit the Kingdom; something that might change the way people view me. I want to be known as more than just an orphan or Meteor Hole Village's 'Protector'. I don't care for the fame and glory at all, I just wanted a chance to show Narnia what I could do and I wanted to show Abigail what she was capable of. None of us would've been able to do it if it wasn't for her and we ruined her whole experience by fighting and arguing the whole time. I'm such a horrible person," I whisper through my tears. I turn to him, my eyes looking straight into his. "I'm sorry for the way I've treated you, My King. I've just been jealous of you and I was worried that, with you both being here, that it might become more about your fame and glory than about us and trying to save Narnia. I hope that one day you might have it in your heart to forgive me for this. Oh and you're welcome to call me Alia from now on too if you wish," I say. I turn my head away again and wipe away the last of my tears. Confessing that was hard, but I will admit, it takes a lot of weight off of my shoulders. The feeling of his hand laying suddenly on my shoulder draws my attention back to the young king. He stares at me with a slight smile on his face. Why does this happen to me?

"I'm sorry too. I just wanted to be the best king I could be. I never meant to take anything away from you; I just wanted to help, to be there if you needed a hand. I couldn't let any harm come to either of you; in fact, I still haven't fully forgiven myself for leaving you in the mermaid pool. It's been eating me up inside for days now. I wanted to do what was best for Narnia as well. I'm sorry about the way I've been acting. I've just been very aware of Narnia's collapse in the whole situation and I took it out on you because you were an easy target. I never meant to undermine what you were doing. I've always had a problem with authority unfortunately. Even though I am still upset that you lied to me through this whole adventure, I understand why you did it and I really am thankful that you let me tag along with you," he says. I smile in response. This whole time our issue hasn't been conflicting views; it's been arrogance on both sides. Neither of us wanting to admit to when we were wrong. "Also, you can call me Peter."

"Peter...you know what's funny? Not once in the past month have I ever wondered what your real name was." He laughs, his smile reaching his eyes. Now I can see it. The attractiveness that all the girls have been swooning over. We do have a very handsome king.

"Well, Alia," I smile slightly at his use of my nickname and the emphasis he put on it, "I don't know about you, but this is the most relaxed I've been through the whole adventure with you."

"I would agree with that sentiment, Peter."

"So now the big question, will you let me look at your arm?" I laugh loudly. Actually, thinking about it now, that would be nice.

"If you wouldn't mind." He spends the next half an hour examining the slice on my arm. It's very deep and extremely long. He pulls out quite a bit of rock which hurts more than anything else, before he becomes contempt with his work and tears some material off his clothes so he can wrap it back up.

"Now the question, will you be able to swim?" he says as he tightens the wrap. Good question.

"I haven't even thought about it to be quite honest with you; I think I can make it though." Think isn't a very good word to be using right now.

"Well there's not much to we can do anyway until the stone opens up." I almost forgot about the closed-up pool with everything that's happened today.

"I really hope we don't die in here," I say as I look at him again. His rugged face looks completely drained of all colour and emotion. He looks very tired. I wonder if I look the same.

"Me neither. At least we've worked out our differences though."

"Yes, at least we have. Thank you." Should I? Shouldn't I? Oh, why not. I lean over and give his cheek a kiss, my lips lingering for a moment, before I pull back. Why did I do that? "I'm sorry," I blurt out as I feel heat rise to my cheeks. Seriously, what was I thinking?

"Well that was unexpected." Mirroring my thoughts exactly.

"Spur of the moment, you know. In case we die in here. Even though I didn't exactly treat you well, I still appreciate everything that you did for Abby and I and wel-" I feel lips on my cheek suddenly, shutting me up instantly. They're soft and warm and not going to lie, I kind of want to properly kiss him now. He pulls away after a moment and I can't help but look at him.

"Well that was unexpected." He laughs loudly at my quick throwback just as I hear the sound of rock sliding over rock. Finally! "I wonder what caused that?" I say as we stand up.

"I'm not sure, but at least we can get back to Ed and Abby now."

"Yes, I'm sure they've been worried sick. Let's go." I put the prophecy in my satchel before jumping into the freezing water again. Peter follows after me, creating waves in the water as he jumps in. I take a deep breath in before diving under. Trying to swim with my arm is proving to be difficult, but Peter must notice for he grabs my good hand straight away and starts to pull me through the water. The thunder of the waterfall comes not too soon after before we rise up out of the water. Breathing in air like it's the last thing we're ever going to do, we drag ourselves out of the pool.

"Alia! Your Majesty! Your back!" Abby says as she comes sprinting over to us.

"Did you find the prophecy?" King Edmund asks, worry lacing his voice.

"Did we find it?" I laugh before reaching into my satchel and ripping out the gold case with the prophecy inside.

"Yes! You did it! What does it say?" Abby asks as she jumps over to sit next to me on the ground.

"That's the thing; we can't open it."

"You can't open it?"

"It's got a clasp on it that won't release no matter how hard we try."

"Maybe only Aslan can open it?" King Edmund suggests as he sits next to his brother.

"Maybe. Or there's something we're missing."

"Did you find any more clues, Alia?" Abby asks. I shake my head.

"We ran into a little bit of trouble," Peter indicates with a glance at my arm. It's all cut up again. More scars for the collection it seems.

"Let's get you both inside and dry then we can talk about it," Abigail says. We all stand up and go over to the cottage before collapsing from exhaustion inside.

"I think everyone is forgetting the real question here," King Edmund says as he lounges down in front of the fireplace.

"The real question?" I ask.

"Yes, how are we supposed to get home now?"

"I suppose we can't just go back the way we came, can we?" Abby replies.

"No, you most certainly can't." That sounded like...I turn around only to see Mr. Hogelsworth standing there with a smile on his face. "Well done, girls, and of course, Your Majesties." Here he bows. Your timing is impeccable, old man.

"Please, Mr. Hogelsworth, how do we open the prophecy?" Abby asks, walking towards him.

"I will reveal that little piece of information in due time. For now, lets get you all home."

"But please, Sir, how are we to get home?" Peter asks while walking over to the gentleman. I can tell he's slightly annoyed to see him here, considering we lied to them, but he hides it very well.

"I shall get you there. If you would please follow me, I'll take you where you need to be." With those words, he walks back outside, all of us following closely behind him (after collecting all our stuff that is). He leads us down another dirt path which takes us to the edge of the mountain range. From here we can see the whole land spread across the horizon. The trees and valleys all but small specks in the grand scheme of things. "This way, ladies and gentlemen," he continues, leading us across a narrow path on the side of the cliff. It's extremely unnerving being this close to such a height when there's nothing protecting you from falling. I take a few deep breaths in and out until we walk around another corner which takes us back into the mountain range a little. He points up to what looks like a giant birds nest sitting atop one of the small peaks.

"That's where you ride is," he tells us matter-of-factly. My mouth falls open as I see four massive griffins sitting there. They look at us as we approach them before they all bow their heads.

"Your Majesties, King Peter, King Edmund, it is an honour. My name is Cloudbeak and this here next to me is Windfree, Featherfly, and Blissbreeze. We're here to take you home."

"You mean to tell me, Mr. Hogelsworth, that we're going home on griffins. Why, that's unheard of! Are you sure it's okay?" Abigail asks as we all come to a stop next to the nest.

"Oh absolutely. These griffins are good friends and they are very honoured to be able to help out their Majesties in this way," Mr. Hogelsworth responds. "Now, girls, you will be taken by Featherfly and Windfree, whilst the Kings will be taken by Cloudbeak and Blissbreeze. I will meet you down there. I have my own way of getting back home. So enjoy and I shall see you all on the beach where we had our second meeting." With those words, and a twinkle is his eye, he wanders off down the path until he's well and truly out of sight.

"Are you ready to fly?" Cloudbeak asks us all.

"Absolutely!" I respond.

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