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Chapter 3

When Blaine woke up after a night full of horribly beautiful nightmares he was alone – Sebastian must have gone somewhere already. Blaine rubbed his nose bridge, still a bit sleepy. His bedroom didn't have any windows but from his watch it seemed that he slept for around nine hours. The boy looked around a bit confused. The chair with a pile of clothes on it and a little note caught his attention. He stood up, bumping his head on the upper edge of his bunk, and reached for the paper.

Rachel brought some clothes for us. They look weird, but are clean and don't smell funny.

Take your pick.

I'm in the kitchen – there is some heated discussion going on.

Join us when you wake up and stop drooling at that blue thing you found yesterday.

Seb

Blaine looked panicked at the scarf – fortunately Sebastian was joking and the fabric was intact. The boy picked some clothes that looked like they would fit him and peered out into the corridor. It was empty, but he could hear quite a few voices coming from the kitchen. They sounded agitated and one was clearly Sebastian's. Blaine flitted to the bathroom clutching some chosen clothes. He wasn't very happy by the sight in the mirror - his curls had gotten free from the gel during the night. Not having any hair gel with him, Blaine reluctantly opted to just wash it off completely. Fortunately the clothes felt nice on his skin and were comfortable despite looking old-fashioned. If not for the shoes, Blaine was sure he looked like hobbit in loose shirt and thick cherry vest. A very tall hobbit convinced himself the boy drying his hair and glancing one last time at the mirror before leaving the bathroom to join everyone in the kitchen.

He didn't like how everyone just stopped talking when he arrived in the doorway. And he just stood there for a while speechless, because 'everyone' turned out to be a menagerie of many animals and fantastical creatures. There were squirrels from yesterday, doe lapping milk in the corner, two cats curled on a chair, few fauns crowding the wide bench by the wall and many others. The most intimidating among them was a centaur standing by the table. He was dark brown, very muscular with a short stripe of black mane starting at the top of his head and thinning out at the middle of his human back.

Sebastian, who was sitting close to the creature, smiled and waved pointing an empty chair next to him.

"Blaine! You finally woke up, sleeping princess!"he cried "I mean metaphorically. Technically you are a king" he added quickly seeing others' confused faces.

Blaine went quickly to sit at the table trying to ignore all the stares.

"You must be hungry" Rachel hurried to him with a porridge bowl and a cup filled with something warm. "You can eat while listening. This is Puck." she nodded her head towards the centaur "He is the leader of Free Narnian Resistance."

"We were discussing here how your arrival changes a lot of things here." Puck narrowed his eyes and Blaine could only hope they were good changes "We should act quickly. As far as we know the White Witch doesn't know about you here yet, but that won't last long. Now, the part of the prophecy – I heard Finn told you about it yesterday – that would really make a difference for us would be calling Aslan to help. If he comes there is a great chance it will awaken some sleeping Narnian that could aid us. Since the only certain way for Aslan to hear us is to queen Susan's Horn we have to plan how you can get its parts together and..."

"Wait a moment!" cut in Sebastian "get parts of Susan's Horn? You don't have it?"

Some animals looked embarrassed, but Puck just slowly turned his head to Sebastian.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but there were some complications, that we couldn't just overcome without your help. We only have one part."

Puck put an ivory-coloured object on the table. It looked like half of a bull's horn. Boys could only made out the faint profile of an open lion mouth sculpted on it.

"So we can't call Aslan?"

"We can if we'll get other parts. And we know where they are. We should start with the other half of the main body. The second part was sealed in a special place, that can only be opened by a human blood – that's why we need you . That way Jadis couldn't get to it herself and she also wouldn't be able to force any of the Narnians to do it."

"Wouldn't she guard such a place though? Magical human DNA scanner kind of screams 'hidden treasure here!'"

Puck shook his head.

"It was build in secret by loyal moles. And even if she knew about the place she would only know it for its main purpose. And she would probably enjoy herself thinking about Narnians going there to cry, hopeless."

"Cry? Why?"

"Because it's King Peter's tomb."

All present Narnians looked at each other in sadness. Blaine felt very uncomfortable sitting there among strangers mourning his relative – very distant of course, but still – while he didn't really know how he was supposed to feel about it.

"There is also another problem." continued centaur "Maugrim can smell human blood too well. We can't have him close to the tomb by accident while one of you would be drawing his blood onto the seal. We need a diversion group. It will cause racket in a totally different place. I'm thinking somewhere the Great River, north from the Rock Bridge. There is a dwarf mine there that serves the queen loyally. We'll interrupt their work – that should stir Maugrim's attention. Of course I will be in a diversion group ." Puck smiled evilly thinking of a possible skirmish with the dire wolf general.

"Your Majesties will go with the smaller group to the tomb. Don't worry – you'll be safe. I will get few bears to follow you and constantly check the area."

Narnians nodded, excited. They finally had a chance to do something that would directly lead them to possible victory over the queen.

"Great. So we bleed ourselves and go into a dungeon full of germs." complained Blaine with a chuckle. Sebastian looked at him strangely.

"We can split the work. I'll give the blood, you play Indiana Jones underground." said taller boy with a smile. "We just arrived here and I'm already going to be wounded!" he added over-dramatically.

Blaine still needed some more information.

"What about the last part? Where is it?"

Puck for the first time this morning looked uncomfortable.

"A giant named Will has it. He is my second in command." He said reluctantly and moved towards the door before Blaine could ask more "I'll get the two groups to wait this evening. You both – be ready at sunset."

"Just choose a wolf to sit on and follow the rest of the pack" There was an unspoken 'do not choose me' in Maugrim's voice.

Kurt looked around the pack. He knew only half of them, tolerated even fewer. Folded chains attached to his belt jingled when nudged by some wolf's nose. Kurt looked down and recognised Ingolf – one of younger wolfs, but already having considerable size and strength that equalled his older colleagues.

"You can hop on me. There is no shame in carrying the Prince of Narnia" said Ingolf growling lightly at his peers. Kurt sighed with relief. He had nothing against Ingolf. He still remembered him as a ditzy but loyal and adventurous pup.

"Into formation" ordered Maugrim "follow close behind and inform me if you smell anything different!"

Kurt quickly climbed the blue-grey dire wolf. Not wanting to pull Ingolf's hair too much, he encircled his neck and gripped wolf's sides strongly with his tights. Maugrim stood for a long time with his head held up. Suddenly he scrunched his nose.

"That's interesting..." his eyes shone with malice "it looks like this damn centaur and his little pips are busy nearby tonight. I think we should check if they need our help with anything" he turned towards the pack. "Quickly follow me. No howling."

Kurt felt sudden pull when Ingolf started to run with other wolfs. His chains jiggled happily as if they couldn't wait to be used in combat.

Sebastian and Blaine tried to move as quietly as possible but they were still no match for the animals soundlessly gliding through snowy forest. When they arrived at the entrance they were somewhat disappointed. There was a stone plate, partially covered with roots of a big oak overlooking it. There were no carvings on it – only a small depression with a hole.

"I guess this is where the blood goes?"

One of the cats nodded. Sebastian knelt down and pulled out a small dagger gotten earlier from Puck. The sharp blade sliced the skin in his palm like butter. Sebastian held his wounded palm over the depression allowing it to flow freely. Red droplets with faint sound fell onto cold stone. For a short moment nothing was happening. When Sebastian was considering spilling more blood, the plate flinched and with a screeching sound moved down few inches and disappeared to the side. The boy was looking down at the spiral staircase. The darkness didn't look welcoming.

"You sure you'll be fine alone?"asked a fidgety squirrel.

"I'll go if..."started Sebastian.

"No." whispered Blaine. "Who knows what germs are down there. Go get your hand looked at."

Finn handed him a small oil lamp and a tinderbox.

"Do you know how to use it?"he asked. Blaine nodded. "Wait till you get underground before you light it. We don't want any unnecessary attention". The boy nodded once again before descending into the staircase.

"How far are they?"whispered Kurt to Ingolf.

"The smell is strong now so they shouldn't be further than at north banks of the Great River."

The dire wolf stopped so suddenly that Kurt almost fell forward.

"What happened?"

The witchling noticed that the whole pack stopped. They stood in a silence, only the rustle of trees audible. The rustle. With no trees around.

Maugrim smiled, teeth on full display.

"It seems like there is more than one party going on tonight. I knew this damn oak would become useful one day. Ulf." Maugrim jerked his head towards grey, vulpine-shaped wolf "Take Varg, Randolf, Loup and Ingolf and head south of Shuddering Wood."

"With the prince?"

"Yes. The fight with that bastard centaur is more interesting than babysitting a little witchling. Just take care he gets home safely – Jadis would be angry at me at least for a week if he would die on my watch."

Despite the lighted oil lamp Blaine had to navigate his way down with one hand on the wall. He could feel rough carvings under his fingertips. In few minutes the stairs ended and Blaine stood before a sturdy door. He pushed it, hoping they were not closed shut. Fortunately they gave up pretty easily, grating the floor slightly. Behind them was long corridor, its walls filled with reliefs depicting Narnians in a landscapes full of blooming flowers and trees. Blaine felt sudden sadness in his heart imagining how it would be to only know winter his whole life. The corridor ended with another door, also easy to open. And behind them...

The light from the lamp was reflected by at least a dozen of polished shields hanging of the wall of a spacious room. Between them hanged different kinds of jewels, trophies. But Blaine's attention got caught by a huge stone block in the middle of the room. The slab itself was pretty simple save for the inscription:

Here lies a lost hope of Narnia

The bravest brother

King Peter Pevensie the Magnificent

On top of the tomb sat a golden lion, his half-closed eyes made out of some precious stones that looked like topazes. Blaine had a great difficulty breaking his sight away from the majestic sculpture without doubt depicting Aslan. However, he knew it was best not to waste any more time. He guessed that the half of the horn had to be hung among the objects decorating the room, so he held the lamp close to the wall to not miss anything. At some point he was surprised by a marble plate hanging between the small decorative dagger and a slender, white bow. There was an elaborate craving of a lion head and words beneath:

Not Forgotten

But

Forgiven

In memory of our brother

Edmund Pevensie

Blaine knew it was only a plate, with no body behind it. Edmund at the moment must be in Witch's garden among her other victims. He wondered how it would be to see his... statue. The light caught a weak reflection of something white underneath the slab. Blaine smiled – it was definitely a second half of the blowing horn. The boy rubbed the other side of the carved lion head when he heard an unpleasant, metallic sound coming from the tomb. It was brief but enough to make Blaine nervous. He hastily put the horn in the pocket of his trousers and with wildly beating heart made his way towards the grave. There was nothing. Blaine was just about leave the dungeon, when he noticed that there was something different. At the foot of the gold lion sculpture laid a sword. It looked like new, with no rust covering the blade. It was long, but looked light enough to be wielded in one hand only. The hilt was covered with dark red fabric, finished with a miniature golden lion head. There were some letters covering the blade. Blaine put the lamp on the tomb, grabbed the hilt and leaned forward a bit to check if he could read any of it.

Before he even managed to decipher the first word he felt a sudden pain at his ankle and then he was strongly pulled down, only by some miracle not hitting his head on the grave slab. It unpleasantly reminded him of getting caught by a trap the day before. Is it going to be a regular thing now? Someone's foot stomped closed to his side. Blaine noticed he was still gripping the sword so he rolled on his back and swung it chaotically. Someone cried and jumped back. Unfortunately the light from the oil lamp sitting on a tomb wasn't strong enough, so he couldn't even make out the attacker's silhouette in the dark shadows. Blaine quickly stood up and was desperately swinging the sword in random directions. Once he felt it reaching something metal, but he wasn't sure if it was the stranger's weapon or one of tomb's decorations.

"You fight like a mad hare." chuckled the voice behind him. Very familiar voice.

Blaine turned around and this time he trusted instead of swinging. That must have surprised his opponent, judging from the high-pitched gasp. But there was no pain in that voice – definitely familiar – meaning the blade didn't quite reach.

"This is ridiculous. You move too much." the stranger said, clearly irritated.

Blaine was about to say, that it was his fault in the first place, when he felt something moving around his body. And not in a nice, caressing way – not that Blaine was ever caressed to know how it could feel – but in a creepy, immobilising way. In panic he moved his hand towards the restrain hoping it wasn't a snake. At first he felt relief when it turned out to be a heavy chain, but then he realized that it was a moving chain that paralyzed his movements. There were steps close to him and Blaine jumped back as much as possible with restrained legs and hitting his back at the tomb. His attacker came closer with a long dagger forward, twirling the weapon confidently.

"That's better. I do hate the mess when I..." the attacker hesitated when he saw Blaine's face, now lit by the lamp.

His own face was now illuminated as well.

"It's you!" they both cried surprised.

"Blaine? What are you doing here?" frowned the pale boy. Blaine noticed with awe that his skin seemed to shimmer delicately. The taller boy seemed to ignore definitions of personal space, because he crowded Blaine, looking now at his hair.

"They weren't curly yesterday." he noticed.

"I don't have a hair gel here with me." whispered dazed Blaine. Kurt frowned hearing an unknown phrase. His hand laced the dark curls with curiosity. Then the blue-green eyes came back to Blaine's face.

"Now that I look closely you don't look like a dwarf."

"I'm not a dwarf!"

"Then what?" Blaine immediately regretted his outcry. Despite all his reason leaving him in favour of more carnal thoughts, he knew better than to admit to any stranger he was a human. He desperately searched his memory to find anything...

"I'm a hobbit" he said finally. Sebastian would have a laugh at that, Blaine thought gloomily.

"A hobbit?" Kurt of course didn't even know the word.

"Yeah. We usually live in houses built in burrows. My home village is... far away in a different country full of green hills" Blaine was on a roll, encouraged by curiosity twinkling in Kurt's eyes "And we are taller and nicer than dwarfs..."

"And definitely more attractive." murmured Kurt. Blaine stopped when he realized the pale boy's mauve lips were so, so close, breath tickling his jaw. The chains fell down a long time ago, but Blaine was still standing still. Chilly hand cradled his cheek.

"Your skin is very warm." smiled Kurt. "It's pleasant. I like pleasant."

Blaine wanted to say something, but couldn't, as his lips were captured by Kurt's. The strong, yet so gentle kiss felt so right, even the velvety hand on his cheek wasn't chilly anymore. The other hand tugged Blaine's curls, forcing his head to tilt a bit. Kurt used the new angle to deepen the kiss. Blaine meekly decided to just let the boy do whatever he wanted. He would love to moan pale beauty's name, but he didn't know it. His brain noted down getting to know it later as a priority.

Blaine would much prefer to just stay connected like that forever, but his lungs were screaming for air for a while already. The boy lightly pushed away from Kurt When did he put his hands on these delicate shoulders? He inhaled vigorously and felt blood rushing to his face, realizing fully now what they have just done.

Kurt's face wasn't even flushed but his eyes were sparkling. Blaine felt taller boy's hand sweeping down his neck and resting on his chest, right above his jittery heart. Kurt thought for a moment before speaking, voice not confident anymore.

"Could you tell me why I..."

The loud, numerous stomping interrupted their intimate moment. Into the tomb burst a crowd of forest creatures. The three fauns that led them had short bows, ready to shoot. They were all dirty and full of bruises and injuries – fortunately quite minor. It looked like they got into some fight.

"Blaine! Get away from him!" shouted one of the fauns, looking at Kurt with disgust.

Blaine was confused. He looked in Kurt's direction, but the pale boy was looking back at the arrived crowd, his lips thin, eyes narrow and hand still holding on to Blaine's chest. The faun's hands started shaking, he looked scared, but not for himself.

"Blaine, you really have to get away from this... demon. He is a son of the White Witch!"

Next chapter: Kurt suddenly takes interest in a certain book belonging to the White Witch