*Chapter 7-The Narnians' Reason*

I've decided, on the impatience of my faithful reviewer(I mean that in the best way :P) Princess Lucy to start posting my chapters in pairs to get to the meeting of Penelope and Peter quicker. :] Don't worry, it's coming up! Bear with me!

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"Well, they had a document, that was reported to be either Michael Jackson's will, or a map to Narnia." I love the Soup. xD

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The sun was shining brightly the day after Caspian and Penelope's run-in. It shone into the thickly plant covered forest floor, causing the very air to have a green glow. Prince Caspian trudged through the leaves, finding himself angry at his harsh actions and the way he had abandoned Penelope and her fellow Narnians.

He knew she was right. He knew, somehow, deep down, that he was their final and only hope for salvation, and he'd walked out on them. Why, if Dr. Cornelius ever found out, he would surely be too disgusted in him to ever want to see him again.

There was suddenly the light snapping of a twig and low hissing from behind him, and Caspian stopped short, an exasperated look on his face.

"I can hear you," he said, With sighs, Trufflehunter, Nikabrik, and Penelope all clambered out from their hiding spots.

"I just think we should wait for the Kings and Queens before we do anything rash," Trufflehunter said, wringing his paws uncomfortably.

Caspian let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair. He then turned and began walking again.

"Stubborn jack a-" Penelope began lowly, but a deadly look from Trufflehunter shut her up.

"Fine! Just walk away then! See if the others will be as understanding!" Trufflehunter shouted after him.

"Yeah, or maybe I'll come with you. I'd like to see you try and explain things to the minotaurs!" Nikabrik shouted, running to catch up with the Prince. Caspian stopped short.

"Mintotaurs? They are real?" he asked, sounding shocked.

"Oh yes, and they are very big." Nikabrik said.

"Huge," Trufflehunter said. The two exchanged victorious looks.

"What about centaurs? Do they still exist?" Caspian asked, beginning to walk again, but this time at a slower pace. Penelope looked up, hearing the interest in his voice.

"Well, the centaurs will probably fight on your side, but there's no telling what the others will do." Trufflehunter said conversationally. Caspian paused for a minute.

"What about Aslan?" he asked uncertainly. Trufflehunter and Nikabrik exchanged weary glances while Penelope's back went ramrod straight.

"How do you know so much about us?" Nikabrik asked suspiciously.

"Stories." Caspian said. The three Narnians' eyebrows shot up.

"Your father told you stories about Narnia?" Trufflehunter asked.

"No, my tutor.." Caspian replied, and suddenly his face hardened. "Look, I am sorry. These are not the sort of questions you should be asking."

As Caspian was talking, Trufflehunter's nose went in the air and he began sniffing, a worried look on his face. Penelope ran to his side.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Human," the badger replied. Penelope looked confused, as did the other two present.

"Us?" she asked, indicating to her and Caspian.

"No, THEM." Trufflehunter said, looking past her with a frightened look on his face. Penelope looked behind her to see a group of about seven men, all armed with crossbows and swords. She turned back around and with a cry of "Run!" was sprinting off through the forest.

"After them!" one of the men shouted, and she sped up as an arrow whizzed past her head and embedded itself in a tree. Suddenly, she felt a sharp, harsh pain across the back of her leg, and with a cry she collapsed. She looked to see a long gash across the back of her calf, and thankfully it didn't look too deep. It still hurt though, and she hissed in pain and bit her lip and blood trickled from the wound.

Caspian, Nikabrik, and Trufflehunter all turned back as they heard her cry and say her laying on the ground clutching her leg. She let out another cry.

"Oh no, Penelope!" Trufflehunter cried. He started back for her, but Caspian put an arm out in front of him.

"No! I will go!" he said, running back for her. As he reached her, she looked up at him with a terrified look on her face.

"Here, I have got you." he said softly as he lifted her into his arms. He began running with her clinging to his chest back to Nikabrik and Trufflehunter. "Take her out of here. Now." he said, laying her on the ground between them and turning back, sword drawn.

Suddenly, the Telmarines began dropping like flies. They all very quickly fell over as if stabbed, their weapons flying out of their hands. They fell until there was only one left, and this last remaining Telmarine pulled out his sword and started slashing at the ground. Then, he too fell to the ground. Caspian looked around, trying to figure out what was killing the men and noticed the shrubbery start moving. He watched as whatever it was drew closer to him and then, with a fierce cry jumped the Prince. As Caspian dropped over with a grunt, he saw sitting on his chest a two foot tall mouse with a feather around his ear. The mouse drew its sword and held it to his neck.

"Choose your last words carefully, Telmarine!" the mouse said.

"You are a mouse," Caspian said dumbly. The mouse sighed.

"I was hoping for something a little more original. Pick up your sword." he said. Caspian looked at the finely crafted Telmarine sword he had gotten when he was ten years old, and back to the mouse.

"Which is why I might live longer if I chose not to cross blades with you, noble mouse." he said. The mouse angrily shoved his tiny rapier closer to his face.

"I said I would not fight you, I did not say I'd let you live!" the mouse cheeped.

"Reepicheep! Stay your blade!" Trufflehunter called from where he was tying up Penelope's leg.

"Trufflehunter? I hope you have good reason for this untimely interuption!" said the mouse angrily.

"He doesn't. Go ahead." Nikabrik said. Both Penelope and the badger shot him dirty looks.

"You hush," Penelope snapped to him.

"He's the one who blew the horn." Trufflehunter said, answering the Reepicheep's question.

"Then let him bring it forward." said a new voice. They all looked to see a group of centaurs coming forward from the trees, headed by the largest centaur to be seen by a human; Glenstorm. "This is the reason we have gathered."

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