The family heads up to explore the ruins. Lucy takes an apple from an apple tree and bites into it. They taste as sweet and tart as she remembers them to be. Peter walks up some steps and looks around him. Lucy looks over the cliff and stares at the water

"I wonder who lived here."

Susan steps on something on the ground and picks it up.

"I think we did."

She holds up a golden chess night for everyone to see.

"Hey, that's mine. From my chess set."

"Which chess set?"

"Well, I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?"

Lucy looks over at the ruined dais, and realizes where they are.

"It can't be!"

She runs off to the dais, and everyone else follows her.

"Lucy!"

"Don't you see?!"

"See what?"

"Imagine walls. And columns there. And a glass roof."

They all think about it, and start to feel a bit happy and sickened at the same time.

"Cair Paravel."

There they were, home again, but their house was in ruins. What was going on?

Back at the Telmarine citadel, Glozelle and his men are riding across the bridge. Miraz is standing on a balcony with his wife Prunaprisma, with their baby in his arms. He sees Glozelle and his men returning, and heads down to the stables to meet them.

"Wait, my lord. It is not what you think."

"Then what is it?"

"We're not exactly sure."

Glozelle nods to a soldier, who then removes the blanket from a horse. Miraz's eyes widen in surprise.

"Impossible!"

In the great hall, the Telmarine lords are debating over the recent disappearance of Prince Caspian.

"I warned this council when it put its trust in our Miraz! There would be consequences!"

"No, no! We cannot accuse the lord protector without proof!"

"How long are we going to continue to hide behind that excuse?! Until every seat in this chamber is empty?"

Miraz walks in to join in on their debate.

"Lords of the council, my apologies for being late. I was not aware we were in session."

"No doubt you were otherwise occupied."

"My lord?"

"Ever since the death of Caspian the Ninth, you have behaved as if you were king. And now it seems behind these walls, even Prince Caspian has gone missing."

"My deepest condolences, Lord Miraz. Imagine losing your nephew, the rightful heir to the throne, on the very night your wife has blessed you with a son."

"Thank you, Lord Sopespian. Your compassion is a boon in such troubled times."

"I trust you can tell us how such a tragedy could have occurred."

"That is the most disturbing news of all. Our beloved Caspian was abducted, by Narnians!"

"You go too far, Miraz! You expect us to stand by while you blame such a blatant crime on fairytales?!"

Miraz signals to Glozelle, and he opens the door. Two soldiers bring in Trumpkin. The Telmarine Lords are in the shock of their lives.

"We forget, my lords. Narnia was once a savage land. Fearsome creatures roamed free. Much of our forefather's blood was shed to exterminate this vermin. Or so we thought. But while we've been bickering amongst ourselves, they've been breeding, like cockroaches under a rock. Growing stronger. Watching us. Waiting to STRIKE!"

Miraz hits Trumpkin in the face, which makes the gag around his mouth fall.

"And you wonder why we don't like you?"

"Well I intend to strike back. Even if I have to cut down the entire forest. I assure you. I will find Prince Caspian, and finish what our ancestors began."

Back at the ruins of Cair Paravel, Edmund is looking closely at a rock, and makes a sad discovery.

"Catapults."

"What?"

"This didn't just happen. Cair Paravel was attacked."

"But attacked by who? I mean, who would have the nerve to attack Cair Paravel? Even without us in it."

Ivar notices part of a wooden door sticking out from behind a stone wall. He runs over to move the wall.

"Peter! Edmund! Come help me with this!"

Edmund and Peter run over to help move the wall, revealing the door. Peter breaks down the dry-rotted door, and tears off a bit of his shirt, and wraps it around a stick.

"I don't suppose, you have any matches in your bag, do you?"

"No, but, would this help?"

Edmund pulls out an electric torch he had gotten a while back.

"You might have mentioned that a bit sooner!"

"I think he enjoys it when you look like a fool, like you do now."

"I was Edmund Pevensie before I was King Edmund the Just."

Edmund leads the way down the stairs with his flashlight lighting the way. The end up at a gate, and Peter opens it.

"I can't believe it. It's all still here."

They are in the treasure chamber, with a chest in front of each statue. There is a statue for each member of the family.

"Ivar! Our chests are down here at the other end!"

Everyone runs to their chest, opening them with excitement. Lucy pulls out a dress that is longer than she is.

"I was so tall!"

"Well, you were older then."

"As opposed to hundreds of years later, when you're younger."

Peter blows the dust off his shield, revealing the image of a lion. He looks up at his statue and walks over to his chest.

"What is it, Su?"

"My horn. I must've left it on my saddle the day we went back."

Peter opens his chest, and pulls his sword Rhindon out of it. He unsheathes the sword, and reads the inscription on it.

"When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death."

"And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again. Everyone we knew. Mr. Tumnus, the Beavers, Oreius, Peridan. They're all gone."

"I think it's time we found out what's going on."

They all changed out of their school uniforms and into Narnian clothes. Kayla changed into the first Narnian dress she had ever worn since she walked through the wardrobe. She pulled out her sword, the Silmaril Sword, and unsheathed it. The blade turned into fire in her hands.

"And I need to find out what's been happening in Terebinthia. I spent every day during the time we were gone, crying for a country I haven't seen since I was a child. How do you cry for a country you barely remember?"

"Your body probably knew it had to, when your mind and heart did not."

Everyone finished changing and headed out of the treasure room.

Two soldiers are rowing down a river, One of them looks at Trumpkin, and the other mans the boat oars.

"He won't stop staring."

"So don't look."

Trumpkin, bound and gagged, continues to stare at the soldier.

"Here's fine."

The soldiers pick up Trumpkin to throw him in the river. An arrow with red fletchers hits the side of the boat.

"Drop him!"

The soldiers drop Trumpkin into the water. One of them picks up a crossbow to shoot back with, but Susan shoots him. The other jumps into the water and swims away, but not before Kayla shoots a fire arrow into his foot, sending him to the bottom of the river. Peter jumps into the water to save Trumpkin, while Ivar and Edmund go after the boat. They both pull the boat in while Peter brings in the dwarf, and Lucy cuts off his bonds with her dagger.

"Drop him?! That's the best you could come up with?!"

"A simple thank you would suffice."

"They were doing fine drowning me without your help."

"Maybe we should have let them."

"Why were they trying to kill you anyways?"

"They're Telmarines. That's what they do."

"Telmarines? In Narnia?"

"Where have you been for the last few hundred years."

"It's a bit of a long story."

Susan hands Rhindon back to Peter. Trumpkin looks at the hilt of it and looks up at the six humans before him, observing them.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me. You're it? You're the rulers of old?"

"High King Peter, the Magnificent."

Peter held out his hand for Trumpkin to shake, but he does not shake it.

"You probably could have left off that last bit."

"Probably."

"Yeah, Peter, if the boys we were fighting could see us now."

"You might be surprised."

"I for one have never been surprised by Peter."

Peter draws his sword, looking like he is about to fight Trumpkin.

"Oh, you don't want to do that, boy."

"Not me. Him."

Edmund draws his word, and Peter hands Rhindon to Trumpkin. Trumpkin drops it in the sand because of the weight, but then he knocks Edmund's sword away and swings at him. Edmund ducks from his blow, and Trumpkin hits him in the face. Edmund backs off a bit.

"Edmund!"

"Aww, are you alright?"

"He'll get back up don't worry."

They circle around and keep on fighting. Trumpkin slashes at Edmund's feet, but he jumps with both feet off of the ground so that the blow goes under his feet. A few seconds later, Rhindon flies out of Trumpkin's grip. He stares and falls to the sand.

"Beards and bedsteads! Maybe that horn worked after all!"

"What horn?"

"Well, Susan. Considering that your horn was not amongst your belongings in the treasure room, and someone used a horn to call us back here, it was probably your horn that worked."