Never Let Go 2: Prince Caspian
Summary: Sequal to Never Let Go. After their last adventure in Narnia, the Pevensie siblings return to Narnia, only to find it a darker place than they previously thought. Making new friends and helping Prince Caspian to reclaim his throne, Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy will have to overcome obstacles that may drift them apart in order for Narnia to be at peace again. Evil is growing and love is blossoming. Will they be able to stop the evil from taking over Narnia? Edmund/Lucy and Peter/Susan.
Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia!
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Songs:
- Sorcery and Sudden Vengeance (The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian soundtrack)
- Who else is coming (Doctor Who: Series 5 soundtrack)
Chapter 6: Tempers, the White Witch returns and a Brotherly talk...
Lucy sighed for what felt like the hundredth time while she waited at the Stone Table for her siblings, Caspian and the Narnians to come back to the How. She pulled out her Fire Cordial and traced the designs on it with her finger slowly. What if her siblings died? How would she be able to survive back in England?
She then heard the horn, singling that they returned. Lucy pocketed her Fire Cordial and ran towards the entrance when she saw her siblings, Caspian and some of the Narnians walking towards her. She sighed in relief when she saw them but then frowned when she saw that Peter and Caspian weren't looking at each other and both looked angry.
She walked up to them. "What happened?" she asked.
Peter glared at Caspian angrily. "Ask him," he growled.
Susan gasped. "Peter!" she snapped.
Caspian turned towards the High King. "Me? You still could have called it off. There was still time," he argued.
Peter scoffed angrily. "No there wasn't thanks to you," he snapped at the future King. "If you'd kept to the plan, those soldiers might be alive right now," he retorted.
"If you'd stayed here like I suggested they definitely would be," Caspian snapped.
Peter growled annoyed. "You called us first remember?" he asked sarcastically.
Caspian pursed his lips. "My first mistake," he said quietly, but the anger was clear in his voice.
Peter shook his head. "No. Your first mistake was thinking that you could lead these people," he corrected before walking off.
Caspian growled. "Hey!" he snapped making Peter turned to look at him and raised his eyebrow. "I am not the one who abandoned Narnia," he whispered angrily.
Peter calmly walked up to Caspian and held his finger out at the young prince, making him feel like he was the one in trouble. "You invaded Narnia. You have no more right to lead it than Miraz does," Peter said as if he was scolding a child. Caspian started to walk off but Peter continued. "You, him, your father... Narnia's better off without the lot of you," he finished making Caspian scream with anger as he and Peter drew out their swords but froze when they heard Edmund's voice.
"Stop it!" Edmund shouted at the High King and the young Prince. Peter and Caspian turned to look at him and saw that Glenstorm was lowering a barely breathing Trumpkin to the ground with Edmund's help. Peter and Caspian lowered their swords as Lucy started to run up to Trumpkin while taking out her Fire Cordial. Caspian sheathed his sword as he walked off with Nikabrik following him. Peter also sheathed his sword as he watched them with pursed lips.
Lucy opened her Cordial and gave Trumpkin a drop of it and held her breath. Edmund gently rested a hand on her shoulder as he watched the ginger dwarf. Trumpkin took a deep breath and looked around confused.
"What are you all standing around here for? The Telmarines would be here soon enough," he said as Lucy smiled and Edmund sighed as he glanced at Peter with a worried expression.
Trumpkin grabbed Lucy's arm making her look down at him. "Thank you... my dear little friend," he said softly making Lucy chuckle as she got up.
While Peter was venting off his anger, Caspian was in the corridor and was looking at the carvings of the Kings and Queens of Old. As a child, he thought that the Kings and Queens were inspirational leaders, but since meeting them he began to doubt his original thoughts. Especially High King Peter. He thought that High King Peter was loyal, selfless, strong, brave, all the qualities that a king possesses. But actually meeting him, well he began to re-evaluate his thoughts. He didn't even notice Nikabrik looking at him until the dwarf spoke.
"Are you so glad of that magic horn now, boy?" he asked, leaning against the wall. "The kings and queens have failed us. Your army is half dead. And those that aren't will be soon enough," he added with a snarl as he walked forward to Caspian.
Caspian turned to the dwarf with an expressionless face. "What do you want?" he retorted. "Congratulations?"
Nikabrik stared at Caspian. "You want your uncle's blood. So do we. You want his throne? We can get it for you," he said simply as he smirked and walked off. Caspian hesitated for a brief second before he followed the dwarf, not noticing that he was being led into a trap. They both entered the Stone Table when Nikabrik started to speak again.
"You tried one ancient power. It failed," he snarled. "But there is a power greater still. One that kept even Aslan at bay for near a hundred years," he added with an evil smirk.
Caspian heard a soft growling breath and drew out his sword, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a step forward. In the darkness, he could just see the outline of a figure in a cloak, walking towards him.
"Who's there?' Caspian asked, trying to keep his fear at bay.
A rasping voice grew louder as the figure still came towards him. "I am hunger. I am thirst. I can fast a hundred years and not die. I can lie a hundred nights on the ice and not freeze. I can drink a river of blood and not burst. Show me... your enemies!" the figurer growled and removed the cloak. A Werewolf appeared as well as a Hag. Caspian took a step back.
The Hag decided to speak. "What you hate, so will we. No one hates better than us," she said.
Caspian lowered his sword and pursed his lips. "And you can... guarantee Miraz's death?" he asked.
The Hag nodded and bowed deeply. "And more," she added and Caspian sheathed his sword. Caspian turned his head to Nikabrik and Nikabrik nodded, a smirk still playing at his lips.
Nikabrik looked at the Hag who looked at the werewolf. "Let the circle be drawn," she said and as the werewolf drew a large circle around Caspian, the Hag was casting a spell in a foreign language. When the circle was drawn the Hag pulls out the broken remains of the White Witch's wand and jammed it into the floor, on the steps of an arch way. Ice was climbing up the wall, covering Aslan. It grew higher and higher and the White Witch appeared in the ice, looking down at him.
Caspian's eyes widened when he recognized who it was. He suddenly felt cold. He started to shake his head. "No, this isn't what I wanted..." he started to say and he tried to get out of the circle, when the werewolf held him in the middle of the circle and the Hag drew out a dagger.
"One drop of Adam's blood and you free me," the White Witch's voice said softly. "Then I am yours, my king," she added sweetly, smiling.
Caspian still continued to struggle against the strength of the werewolf's arms. The Hag used the dagger to draw a cut across Caspian's palm. The White Witch stuck out her hand out of the ice and continued to smile sweetly. Caspian struggled for a minute but when he looked at her in the eyes, he felt as though something was drawing him towards her, like he was under a spell. The Werewolf let go of Caspian when he stopped resisting.
"Stop!" a voice shouted and the White Witch saw her two sons and Trumpkin running into the room with their swords drawn out, ready to fight. The Werewolf climbed over the cracked Stone Table and tried to attack Edmund; however he dodged and tried to aim his sword at the werewolf's stomach. Nikabrik and Trumpkin clashed their swords together and Peter and the Hag were battling each other. The hag managed to knock out Peter's sword out of his hand.
The werewolf tried to attack Edmund once again but Edmund sliced the werewolf's leg, causing the werewolf to howl. Lucy came in as she saw Nikabrik standing over Trumpkin. She ran up to him, drew out her dagger and put it near Nikabrik's throat. Trumpkin looked surprised but Nikabrik grabbed Lucy's arm and twisted it around her back. Lucy screamed in pain as Nikabrik threw her to the ground and grabbed her dagger.
As Peter got knocked down on the floor, he kicked the Hag towards the stone pillar and Peter got off the floor and turned to see his mother and Caspian. Edmund managed to kill the werewolf and started to run off somewhere but Peter was too preoccupied to know where. He looked at Lucy to see Nikabrik advancing towards her, holding her dagger as Lucy crawled away from Nikabrik. Trumpkin came up behind Nikabrik and stabbed Nikabrik in the heart with his dagger and Nikabrik fell down dead. Once he was sure Lucy was safe, he turned to his mother and Caspian to see the White Witch still trying to reach out towards Caspian.
"Come on!" she begged softly. "Come," she added. Peter got to his feet and ran towards Caspian, knocking him out of the circle and on the floor.
Peter pointed his sword at his mother. "Get away from him," he growled at her.
The White Witch withdrew for a moment before she smiled at her son. "Peter, my son, I've missed you so much," she said sweetly. "Come, just one drop," she added as she reached towards him. "You know you can't do this alone," she said wisely. Peter hesitated just like Caspian did and he started to lower his sword to his side. However, before the White Witch could do anything, a sword is plunged into her stomach. The ice started to crack and Peter became confused. What was happening? His mother started to groan and then the ice wall broke down. Peter found his answer when he saw Edmund standing behind the wall, his sword still in the same position.
Edmund lowered his sword and glared at Peter. "I know. You had it sorted," he growled as he walked away from everyone, sheathing his sword as he went. He needed some time alone. Just as Edmund walked out of the room, Susan entered as she saw Caspian and Peter getting up. Susan glared at them both and grabbed Peter's arm and pulled him away from Caspian.
"You need to talk to Edmund now," she whispered angrily.
Peter looked confused. "Why?" he asked.
Susan scoffed. "Peter, you have been drifting away from Edmund for the past year ever since we came back from Narnia. You and Edmund haven't been behaving like brothers should. You're always snapping at Edmund every time you come home from fights, making him feel like everything is his fault!" she snapped.
Peter turned pale. "Edmund doesn't think like that," he denied, shaking his head.
Susan rolled her eyes. "How would you know?" she asked, someone had to get it through Peter's thick skull.
Peter took a deep breath. "I can't believe it," he whispered more to himself than to Susan. He looked at Lucy for a brief second before he left the room to search for his brother.
He found Edmund sitting near the river, under the eyes of the fawns that were on guard. Edmund's knees were close to his chest and his arms were tightly around them. His sword was lying beside him and his cheeks had silver tears running down them as he stared at the river. He looked small and vulnerable.
"Ed?" he asked softly.
Edmund's head snapped up when he heard his older brother's voice. "What do you want?" he asked angrily.
Peter sighed. "I guess I deserve that," he admitted as he sat down next to Edmund. Edmund's snort was his reply.
"Why, Pete?" Edmund asked in a quiet voice. "Why did you nearly release our mother who nearly killed me!" he shouted at Peter's face.
Peter was shocked for a minute before he replied. "It was as if she was drawing me in. Like the first time I came to Narnia," he explained.
Edmund's face softened a bit. "But you know how dangerous she is," he retorted and frowned.
Peter nodded. "Of course, I know, Ed. I'm so sorry Edmund," he apologised.
Edmund looked confused. "Sorry for what?" he asked. "England or just about to release our mother?" he added.
Peter chuckled weakly. "Both," he answered. "I am so sorry that I was angry all the time and that I was always getting into fights, taking my anger out on you, releasing our dearest mother," he ranted on when Edmund shook Peter's shoulders.
"Pete!" Edmund snapped and Peter stopped when he saw a little smile playing at Edmund's lips. "It's fine. I'm just glad that your back to the way you were and not letting your anger take over you all the time," he said and Peter smiled.
"So we're alright?" Peter asked.
Edmund smiled. "We're fine," he said softly as Peter drew his younger brother into his arms. Edmund sighed as he rested his head on Peter's shoulder. Peter ran his fingers through Edmund's hair when they heard running footsteps coming towards them. They both stood up and saw Susan running towards them, a panic expression on her face.
"What is it, Susan?" Edmund asked as Peter pulled both of them to their feet.
Susan tried to catch her breath. "You two better come quickly," was all she said before she ran off towards the secret door into the How. Peter and Edmund frowned at each other before they ran after Susan. Susan, Peter and Edmund ran towards the stone balcony where Caspian, Trumpkin and Doctor Cornelius were already waiting, looking nervous. Peter and Edmund turned to where they were looking and gasped. The massive Telmarine army was approaching the How, all wearing armour and pulling catapults with them. Miraz rode up the front, dressed in gold and metal armour, glaring at the How.
Peter glared Miraz. Now, this was war.
A/N: Okay, I know I said that I would update on the 7th but I had so many family issues and I had my year 12 Formal on Thursday so I hadn't had time to update. Anyway here is chapter 6. Did you guys like it? Was it worth the wait? Next chapter is the battle.
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