Author's note: Yay! This story is actually going very well, because with my other stories, this is about the time when I start to get bored with it and start another one, but I'm sticking with this one, and I haven't even established the main plot in this...hehe, but it may possibly come up during this chapter, unless I feel like making it happy and fluffy :P Well here it is :P

Chapter 6

They continued laughing so hard until their eyes watered. Then they stopped, and laughed some more. They finally stopped when Caspian brought up their attire. "I am sopping wet, and so are you, so I'll show you to your room again." He said with a small light hearted smirk.

"Okay, this castle is huge! Anyone could get lost in it!" She said, while still trying to catch her breath from laughing so hard. They walked through the halls in comfortable silence, until they reached a familiar door. Amelia opened it and just as she turned around to say thank you, she was stopped by a four foot high man with a long beard. The he spoke in a gruff voice.

"Sire, ze representative form Harfang 'as returned." Said what Amelia could only assume was a Dwarf.

"Of course Trumpkin, but might I ask, weren't there three representatives?" Caspian asked quizzically.

"Aye, 'ere were three my Lord, but 'ere have been complications." He responded, scuffing his small feet on the floor. "Your presence 'as been requested immediately."

"Certainly." Caspian responded. "Miss Amelia, I regret leaving, but it is a matter a dire importance. I bid ye goodnight." With that he was off at a quick pace, with Trumpkin at his heels.

Amelia sighed, and walked into her room, finding it just the way she left it, she went over and flopped down onto her bad, closed her eyes, and fell asleep almost instantly.

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They continued walking briskly, until Caspian asked, "Where is he now?"

Trumpkin replied, "'E's outside in one of ze tents being tended to by Yaline." He picked up the pace again, now knowing his destination.

"How bad are his injuries?"

"Zey are not physically severe, but we're 'fraid 'e might not be mentally stable. 'E keeps muttering bits and fragments of what happened, but sometimes 'e goes off topic completely. Jus' minutes ago, 'e was telling me about 'is grandmother." Nothing else was said until they reached the door, and walked outside into the night. They could see a fire going far not far in the distance, and they could hear bunch of "people" rushing around a red tent close to the fire.

"Tha'd be 'im" Trumpkin said pointing towards the tent. They got closer, and Caspian walked ahead, and went straight into the tent, and was surprised by what he saw. A sobbing man being comforted by a lion. The lion put his nose to the man's forehead, and he soon fell silent into the most peaceful sleep imaginable. The lion turned to look at Caspian, before he walked out of the tent. Caspian ran out after it, yelling for it to wait, but he was already gone. He lowered his head, and shook it, a little angry at Aslan for his abrupt comings and goings, but he smiled despite himself, because after all, he was not a tame lion.

He walked back into the tent, and saw the man was still asleep. He remembered his name, it was Olrean, he was the youngest of the three he had sent, and only now does Caspian realize what a mistake it had been. He knew of course that the other two were most certainly dead, and that by chance of miracle, did this one manage to escape. But he knew of course, that this man needed the peaceful sleep Aslan had granted, and he sighed as he walked out of the tent. When he got out, He got many questioning looks, because for the first time in a long while, the tent was in complete silence, but he just gave them a small shake of his head, showing them that this was not the time. He walked over to Trumpkin and told him to make sure that that area was kept quiet because Olrean was asleep.

He slowly made his way back to the castle, and when he was mere feet from the steps, he slipped and fell backwards, landing on his spinal cord. It didn't really hurt, but he remained there for a few moments, because he could hear the sure sound of laughter coming from the entrance. He looked up, and saw the Faun, Mossly standing there laughing at him. Taking the laughter personally, he broke out, "What are you laughing at?"

"I am sorry," He took in a breath, gave another little laugh, and continued, "my Lord, but even you would have laughed if you could have seen your expression!"

Caspian glared, but knew the Faun was joking around. He stood up and bid Mossly goodnight as he watched him retreat to his own home in the woods. Only now had the exhaustion truly kicked in. He dragged himself up to his room, took off his boots and shirt, and dumped himself on the bed. He was out cold in seconds.

Author's note: Hey, this is a really short chapter, and I'm sorry! I kind of had a writers block, because I have been using my creativeness in other things, like my new one shot called You Stole my Soul, people who are interested in Harry Potter should take a look! Lol. But I hope I will be getting my mind unblocked and I will be posting some chapters this week! But since school has started up again so don't blame me if I'm being slow! PLEASE REVIEW!