Eliza wasn't sure how to approach the plan her, Trufflehunter, Nikabrik and Caspian had come up with. They had already gained allies, with Caspian's moving speech and Eliza's presence at his side. The two together had managed to gain the assistance of all the rebelling Narnians, helping them create a new hope in defeating the unwelcome Telmarines.

On the other hand, she was unsure that the Narnians would give all their resources to her and Caspian; after all, they weren't the kings and queens of old. Who knows if they're to be trusted?

Presently, Eliza walked beside Caspian, scouting the woods around their new headquarters. Her bow was tucked loosely in her hand, an arrow notched on the string. The two's eyes scanned their surrounding with thoughtful gazes.

Caspian's head turned to his partner's. "How are you feeling?" he asked gently, stepping over a log lightly. Eliza shrugged as she hopped atop the same log, hoping to gain a better visual.

Alright, I guess," she responded. Caspian gave her a disbelieving look. Eliza sighed in response.

"I just wonder if what we are doing is right," she admitted. "Who are we to take the position of the kings and queens? We are nothing compared to them." Caspian was already shaking his head. "You are everything compared to them," he assured her. "You're their sister and a Guardian."

Eliza snorted. "Some Guardian I am, leaving them behind," she retorted, hand tightening on her bow. Caspian's eyes softened.

"Elizabeth," he murmured, pressing a hand to her shoulder. "You are an amazing Guardian. And you had every right to remove yourself from them. They kept a pretty large secret from you, and you needed time. You did nothing wrong. Besides, if you hadn't left them, I never would have ended up crossing swords with you, or ended up walking beside you now."

Eliza smiled slightly at this. "I guess not," she responded hesitantly. Caspian grinned, about to say something else until Eliza suddenly froze at a movement. Over Caspian's shoulder, she spotted a dark figure approach one of their minotaur allies stealthily. A gleam of steel hung from the figure's hand. "Caspian," she whispered urgently.

The Telmarine prince turned suddenly, eyes widening. "Wait here," was all he said before darting away toward the figure and the minotaur. Eliza watched for a split second before hurrying after him. The figure raised his sword, and Eliza pulled her arrow to her cheek, releasing it with a cry of desperation. She was off target, the head burying itself in the tree beside the figure.

However, the newcomer was distracted long enough for Caspian to swoop in suddenly, his sword meeting the other's. The blades clashed together in the glade, and the two danced back and forth, lunging and dodging. Suddenly the newcomer swung, missing Caspian by a hair. His sword stuck itself in a tree. The force knocked him off-balance, and his face was suddenly in view. Caspian, still in complete rage, drew the other sword from the trunk, prepared to deliver the last blow. Eliza screamed suddenly, recognizing the face of her brother, her twin, Peter.

"No!" came her voice and another, ringing through the trees.

Eliza stared at her brother with utter shock, and in his eyes she could see the same shock mirrored as they darted around to see Narnians emerging from the trees. "Peter," she whispered to herself.

"Prince Caspian?" Peter asked carefully, eyes trained on Caspian with dislike.

Caspian lifted his chin. "Yes. And who are you?" he demanded.

"Peter!" Eliza recognized Susan's voice as her three remaining siblings appeared from the trees, the dwarf in tow.

Eliza rushed forward to Caspian's side, pressing a hand upon the one of his that clenched his sword. "It's them, Caspian," she murmured to him gently. "There is no need for your sword any longer. The Narnians are far from harm now."

Caspian glanced at her carefully, and his eyes widened in realization. His head snapped back to Peter, who was now standing proudly. "High King Peter?" he asked in disbelief.

Peter smirked. "I believe you called," he responded sarcastically. Eliza grinned and rushed to her twin. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, fighting to keep the tears from rushing down her face. "I'm so sorry," she repeated over and over in his ear. Peter shook his head as his arms clung to his sister. "Never be sorry," he whispered. "Never ever be sorry for my own stupid actions. Oh Eliza, how we missed you." Eliza let out a choked sob as her remaining brother and sisters hurried forward to envelop their lost sister and Guardian in a tight embrace.

She pulled away after a while, wiping her eyes. "I will never leave you four ever again," she vowed. "Not for anything. From now on, I will always be there to protect you."

The four smiled widely in response to their sister's words.

Caspian cleared his throat from behind them, looking slightly awkward. Peter glanced over at the young prince, frowning slightly. "If I may be so bold, Your Majesty," Caspian said slowly. "But...you're not exactly what I was expecting."

Peter raised his eyebrows, glancing at his twin with a questioning gaze. Eliza bit her lip to keep from giggling. Susan and Lucy laughed into their hands, while Edmund just looked confused. "Neither are you," the young Pevensie boy responded slowly.

Trufflehunter drew himself up to his full height, clearing his throat. "A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes," he mused wisely. Eliza glanced at the badger, slightly amused. He caught her look and shrugged. "I have my moments of overwhelming wisdom and insight," he admitted to her in an undertone.

"We have anxiously awaited your return, my liege," came the strong voice of Reepicheep from by Eliza's feet. She looked down to see the gallant mouse holding his sword out to his liege lord in respect. Peter looked embarrassed but nodded at the mouse thankfully.

Ahead of her, Eliza heard Lucy whisper to Susan, "He's so cute." Eliza opened her mouth to warn her sisters, but too late, since Reepicheep had already turned his sword to the sound of the voice, crying," Who said that?!" so that all that could hear his challenge. Lucy looked surprised, blushing. "Sorry," she murmured. Reepicheep looked taken aback as he sheathed his needle-like sword. "Oh...your Majesty," he stuttered. "With the greatest respect...I do believe courageous, courteous or chivalrous might more befit a knight of Narnia."

Peter and Eliza both looked on at the exchange, smiling. "Well, at least we know some of you can handle a blade," Peter said admiringly. Reepicheep puffed out his chest and bowed to Peter. "Yes, indeed," he responded, scampering over and up to Eliza's shoulder. Eliza did not flinch, only smiled at the mouse. "And," Reepicheep continued from his new vantage point, "I have recently put it to good use acquiring weapons for your army, sire. With some much appreciated help from your Guardian." Eliza grinned at the mouse happily. Peter chuckled. "Good," he responded, glancing at Caspian with a raised brow. "Because we are going to need every sword we can get." Caspian looked down at his hands sheepishly. "Well then," he muttered. "You'll probably be wanting yours back."

He held Peter's sword out to him hilt up. Peter looked at the Telmarine prince for a moment before taking his sword and replacing it into the scabbard hanging on his hip. With a raised head and proud gaze, Peter walked to his subjects, greeting Narnians left and right while three of his siblings followed. Eliza watched Caspian look defeated and hurt.

"Caspian," she whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "It will be okay. They will thank you for being there for our people. You are one of us now." She gave him a kind smile before following her family. Caspian watched her go.

"Then why do I feel like the outcast," he murmured to himself. With his question hanging in the air of the forest, the crestfallen prince followed the newly reinstated kings and queens with a feeling of dread lingering over him.

(I fixed the issue with the things between the paragraphs; it should be easier to read now! Thank you!)