I haven't updated for a while, so I hope this is enough!

sas x

Kindness is true beauty, showing that you don't have to be blessed with well structured face.

- Anonymous

Almost instantly as we began to run, I realized that I wasn't as quick as the others, including the dwarf. As I began to fall behind, Caspian began to drag me along, making me run faster and my legs moving quicker. I heard the whizzing of arrows near to where we were, coincidentally missing us every time. It was when there was a cry of pain, we stopped to see what had happened, and the badger was lying in a sorry state on the floor.

"Oh no…" cursed the dwarf as he turned to go back and rescue his comrade.

Caspian let go of my arm and pushed me forwards slightly, "Wait, I'll go!" he shouted before he went after the badger.

I rolled my eyes at the soon to be hero and begun to run following the dwarf who was already a considerable distance away from me.

"Argghhh!"

I jumped as I heard this, thinking it was Caspian who was hurt. I looked behind me and saw that soldiers were falling underneath the ferns like they were being dragged down by something. Nothing made sense, until I almost collided with the dwarf. He had stopped not that much in front of me and soon Caspian came to us, handing me the badger. He was a heavy thing, no bigger than a cat. An arrow was stuck out from his lower back before Caspian looked me in the eye, "Get him out of here." Caspian said before he went back; drawing his sword and holding it out.

Gingerly I began to run again, but this time I stopped when I heard a thud. I turned around before hearing a voice from where Caspian was. Not his but someone else's. The badger groaned before his ears twitched, "Reepicheep?" he asked quietly before he looked up and at me. "My Queen, take me to him…" He instructed.

And so I did, I gingerly walked over to where Caspian was lying down on the floor. As we stood not to far away, the badger shouted "Reepicheep, stay your blade!"

The dwarf came over too, looking rather grumpy. The badger gestured for me to put him down, and as I did. His dwarf friend propped him up on one shoulder. It was then things became more curious as the person or thing keeping Caspian on the floor was a mouse. He looked proud, as he stood tall on his hind legs with a red feather behind one ear. In his paw was a rapier, pointed firmly at a timid looking Caspian.

"Trufflehunter?" the mouse spoke, his sword faltering for a second, "I trust you have a good reason for this untimely interruption!" He then noted me, standing there stretching my cardigan sleeves around my hands. I noted his stare as his mouth grew slightly open. But then I realised that his eyes were firmly fixed on my neck.

"He doesn't. Go ahead."

The dwarf sounded gruff and strange; evil, in fact. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and saw that he was looking at Caspian.

The mouse pointed his rapier at me, "You're… You're…"

"Reepicheep, he's the one that blew the horn!" The badger, which was known as Trufflehunter said, before he looked at me. "She is the Queen who died for us!"

The mouse gulped, "What?" he said, his voice quivering.

"Then let him bring it forward."

A booming yet gentle voice sounded over the group. Curiously, we all turned behind us to see a group of centaurs heading in our direction. My heart raced with happiness, as now all I had to do was to find…

No, he was dead. Everyone that we had befriended was dead. 1300 years? I felt tears well in my eyes. I never got to say goodbye, or say anything that I wanted to.

"This is the reason we have gathered."

The same centaur spoke again, before I focussed myself on the floor. I felt cold. I felt tired. I felt ashamed. I felt like I didn't belong here. I felt as slight breeze against my face as the centaur approached me, and I looked up. He bowed with one clenched fist across his heart, before I noted something strange, he looked like Oreius. The same pools of chocolate stared at me with pride just like Oreius did.

"Do not be upset my Queen." He said suddenly before he gave me a reassuring smile. "It may have been a long time before we last saw you, but everyone who once knew you never forgot you."

It made me feel even worse, and just before I was going to cry, there was a hand of support of my shoulder. But it wasn't the centaur.

Caspian stood behind me, with a firm supporting grip on my shoulder. I turned to face him and smiled lightly. He took away his hand, before the centaur spoke again, "I am Glenstorm, my Queen." He bowed lightly again before looking at me, "My sons and I would happily lay down our lives for you."

I nodded lightly, "Thanks, but, I don't know what has happened in the past…" I choked over the next two words, "1300 years."

"May I suggest that we move to our camp, and I shall explain to you what has happened since you left us…"

Us as a group moved along, Caspian walked behind me, flanked by Glenstorm's group of centaurs, who each gave him a look of annoyance. The dwarf, Trufflehunter and Reepicheep, the mouse walked behind us as Glenstorm began with the Telmarines invading, and the problems escalating from there. The trees never talked again, some animals even stopped talking too.

"Whatever happened to… the Pevensies?" I quizzed him as we negotiated various slopes.

"After you passed away, they stayed and ruled. But 15 years into their rule, they all disappeared whilst on a hunt for the White Stag. No-one has seen them since."

I nodded silently before I had to ask another question, "So, I died… here?"

Glenstorm looked at me sadly, "Yes you did. King Peter saw you die, and pulled down to the depths of the Ocean."

I suddenly felt sick. He thinks I was dead. He knows I'm dead. To him, it's been 16 years, and to myself just one. To change the question, I looked at Caspian behind us, now quizzical as to where he came from. "So, tell me Caspian, what kingdom are you Prince of?"

There was a silence, as he looked down at the floor like he was ashamed, "Telmar…" he looked at me, "But, that does not mean that I had anything to do with Narnia turning out this way and for Cair Paravel…" He cut himself off hesitantly.

"What of Cair Paravel?" I asked him.

It was then I realised that everyone had kept this away from me. "It's destroyed, isn't it?"

The silence told all before I sunk into my own world. How could of this happened? I cried silent tears as for another hour we progressed to where Glenstorm announced was the Dancing Lawn. It was mainly a wooded area where many Narnians had gathered into one particular spot. It was beginning to get dark and cold but Glenstorm said that a council would have to take place as to whether Caspian was to be trusted. Glenstorm stressed that he couldn't take decisions for the whole of the Narnians, and so he ordered that Caspian to be taken to the council area and to be kept under guard.

As for myself, well, I followed him. He seemed trustworthy so far, and so I wanted to know if he was allowed to join us. In a small clearing, a very small one at that in the forest was where the council would take place. Caspian stood awkwardly, waiting for something to be happening. As I watched him from the trees, my mind buzzed with questions that I could ask him and not Glenstorm.

"My Queen?"

I jumped as Caspian turned to face me. I had been spotted, in the darkness to add to that. I cleared my throat and took a step forward, gingerly. "Yes?"

He walked over to me, towering almost. I didn't think I was small at five foot four, but obviously to him, I was tiny. He gave me a small smile, "It's strange you know, talking to a Queen of old who died 1300 years ago,"

"Well," I began, "It's strange to think I am back here, as it's only been a year back home…"

A puzzled expression swept across his face, "A year?"

I nodded.

He paused, "Is your world, different to ours?"

I nodded again, "Technology is different," I chose my words carefully, not wanting to upset someone who seemed to be skilled with a sword.

"So, you could never see Peter again? Even with this technology?"

Where did this come from? I looked at him as he bore a small smirk across his face. "E-excuse me?"

"Did you… love High King Peter?"

I blinked at him in disbelief, but in silence. I let out a strange noise of a cross between a cat dying and shock, "Pardon?" I looked at the floor before I felt myself blushing beetroot, "No… I never…"

Around the area in which we stood, I heard the chattering of Narnians and hooves. And before long, I had run back to the shadows before Caspian knew what hit him.