OK Everyone, here is the third part. I would like to thank you all for sticking with me for so long. I also would like to say that I am sorry for not updating as much as I would like. With school, home things and drama, I'm glad that I have Fan fictions as an escape for all my worrys.

Disclaimer: If I owned Narnia, I would be dead and *checks pulse* I'm still living.

I smile as I glance all around, "It is wonderful to be here again!"

Lucy smiles, taking my hand as She looks up at me, "Kylie, I was wondering why you and James were sent back to England too."

"I don't know," I reply, glancing at my brother. "That's something I'll have to ask Aslan."

My eyes look around, joy filling me. A light wind brushed past me as I smile, looking over at Peter. Glancing over at the water, I see a boat. A single boat, rowing. Two humans and a tied up dwarf, that's odd. "Peter!" I yell.

"What is it?!" He asks, his eyes filled with worry.

I point to the boat, everyone looks over.

Susan runs forward, taking her bow and getting ready to fire. She fires a first shot, it hits the boat. "Drop him!" she yells.

We run up, stopping beside her. Peter and Edmund drop their sword to the ground.

The two men drop the dwarf into the water, Susan fires the next arrow, hitting one of them. The wounded one falls into the water as Peter and Edmund run over. I attempt to run also, James grabs my shoulder to stop me. The second solder jumps into the water, not wanting to stick around.

Peter dives in after the dwarf as Edmund goes after the boat. I grab James' hand, my breath being stolen from me. I take a deep breath, trying to remain calm. Peter and Edmund emerge, I sigh in relief.

I shake off James hand as I run over, James following quickly after me. Susan grabs Peter's and Edmund's swords before her and Lucy catch up. Lucy runs forward, cutting the ropes that bind the poor dwarf.

He coughs up water, taking a couple of deep breaths. "Drop him! That's the best you could thing of?!" He yells at Susan, slightly mad. "They were doing a good job killing me without your help!"

"A smile thanks would suffice" Susan says, handing Peter back his sword.

The dwarf glances at the sword, then at Peter. He quickly glances at James and I, them back at Peter. "Oh you got to be kidding. You're the kings and queens of old?"

Peter nods, outstretching his hand "High king Peter, the Magnificent."

The dwarf looks at his hand, then him.

"You could have left off the last bit" Susan says, holding back a laugh.

"You could of" The dwarf agrees, smile on his features.

Peter unsheathes his sword.

"You're kidding" The dwarf asks, eyeing Rhindon.

"Not me," Peter says, looking over his shoulder at Edmund "Him."

As Edmund takes out his sword, Peter hands the dwarf his.

"Don't underestimate Edmund," James says.

I laugh, "Remind me of the time when you both were in that competition you and him were in."

"Don't remind me," He mutters, shaking his head.

The dwarf pretends he can't hold the sword, but Edmund is smarter than that. Suddenly, the dwarf slashes at Edmund. Metal clangs against metal as Edmund blocks his sword.

The dwarf hits the side of Edmund's face, "Are you alright?" He asks, sarcasm oozing from his words.

Edmund blocks his sword, hitting the dwarf on the back as he ends up behind him. Blocking the dwarf move for move, I smile. It's over, I can tell.

Edmund disarms the dwarf, holding his sword near his head.

I pick up Rhindon, handing it to Peter.

"Thanks" he says, offering me a warm smile while sheathing Rhindon.

I smile back, "Welcome."

"Maybe that horn really did work" The dwarf says, looking up at us all.

"What horn" Susan asks, listening intently.

He looks at her, "Yours, the one you got from Father Christmas."

"Interesting" Susan says to herself.

"Well," James says, "Might as well formally introduce our selves. I'm King James Styiner, of Archenland."

"I'm Queen Lucy Pevensie!" She says, happily smiling.

"King Edmund Pevensie" He says, sheathing his sword.

Susan looks at him, "I'm Queen Susan Pevensie."

He looks at me, "You must be Queen Kylie Pevensie."

I nod, "That would be correct, and you are?"

"Trumpkin," He says, bowing at us.

"It's a pleasure" Susan and I say together. We glance at eachother before laughing.

I smile at her, "We haven't done that since my nineteenth birthday!"

"What a wonderful day that was," she say, remembering.

"Well," Trumpkin says, walking towards the boat, "What are we waiting for?"

We walk over with him.

"What has happened?" Peter asks, seriousness on his face.

Trumpkin looks up at him, "That's a conversation I'll save for the ride."

Peter sighs, I place a hand on his shoulder. "Everything will be fine."

"I hope so Kay, I really do" He says before walking forward.

We all get in the boat; Trumpkin and James at the front, Susan and Lucy after them, Then Peter who was going to row the boat and lastly Edmund and I at the rear.

"It all started a couple hundred years ago" Trumpkin starts to explain as Peter rows down the river.