Peter looked out the window of his room. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight. The sunshine made Peter feel happy, a rare feeling for the High King. He usually was stressing over his army and strategies and taking care of stuff that needed to done. It was nice to have Caspian to take the load sometimes, but it angered Peter that Caspian was commanding his army. He was the Highest King of all Kings in Narnia, for Aslan's sake! This is what he needed, to fight the people who were harming his country. But the country wasn't in danger. There was nothing for him to do.

Peter let out a deep breath. He mustn't think of the bad thoughts.

Enjoy the day Pete, He told himself, Enjoy the day.

Peter did just that.

"Peter, where are you going?" Susan asked as he passed her in the hallway.

"To take a ride, enjoy the day," He made a face, "Aren't you enjoying it?"

Susan smiled, "I am enjoying it. I just enjoy things differently than you."

"That's for sure," Peter muttered, never understanding girls.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing!" He said quickly, then walked away from his sister.

The sun beat down on Peter, beads of sweat appeared on his brow as he saddled and mounted a horse.

"Pete!" He turned as Edmund came toward him, a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong, Ed?" Peter asked, sensing the worst.

"Nothing, I was wondering where you were going."

Peter chuckled, "Why is everyone asking me that? Is it so wrong to take a ride and enjoy this fine day?"

"It's just odd. You never take a day off. Never," Edmund told him.

"Today is different," Peter stated, then rode off, leaving his brother to stand there.

Peter slowed his horse into a walk, and surveyed his surroundings. The glade was unnaturally green. The color on the flowers were too bright and hurt the High King's eyes. Peter focused on a spot between his shoes so he didn't have to look at the colors. Then he heard a rustle from the bushes.

Peter pulled his sword from its sheath.

"Who's there?" He called. No answer.

Staying alert for a few more moments, Peter sheathed his blade and walked a few steps away from his horse. The horse answered with a snort of distaste.

"I'll be back, " He told the horse. Peter continued to walk further and further into the wood. Peter thought he saw a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye. He whirled around in that direction, pulling his sword out once again. A shadow moved the other way, so Peter turned. But still there was nothing. Then, there was a war cry behind him. Peter turned, holding his sword in front of his chest. A bunch of shapes burst from the bushes, and he widened his eyes at their speed. Peter slashed as they raced by him, but it was no use. They were too quick for him. Not caring if they were friendly or not, Peter sheathed his sword and took off at a full sprint. A ways away, he heard his horse scream in alarm. All Peter could do was hope it got back to the castle ok.

Peter ran and ran, still hearing the creatures crashing through the trees behind him, a very short distance away. He finally heard them stop.

Ha! I outran them! Peter thought, but kept running anyway. But he felt like he had wings now, for he felt the ground no more. He stopped and looked down, he ran off a cliff! With a shout, Peter tumbled down, and blacked out.

Peter opened his eyes. Sunlight streamed from the treetops above.

Where am I? How did I get here? Peter asked as his eyes darted in every direction. He moved his limbs a little, but every part of his body hurt. He was slightly aware of the bandages on wrist and knee. He struggled to sit up.

"I wouldn't do that," A voice came from above.

Peter moved his head in the direction the voice came from. A tree entered his vision, with a girl sitting on one of the branches, frowning at him.

"The bleeding just stopped. Don't move, or you might start it again."

"Who are you?" Peter asked, but his tongue felt thick and swollen.

The girl laughed, a sweet note that sent birds to song. She hung from the branch by her hands now, swinging. With graceful flexibility, she flipped in the air and landed by his side with complete balance.

"I'm Violet," She smiled. Something about this smile that made Peter's heart race.

"What happened to me?" He asked her.

"It was terrible. You fell off a cliff, and managed to break your left wrist, fracture your right knee, and collect a number of cuts and bruises. Thank goodness I was there, or you would've died of blood loss," Violet shook her head.

"Were many of the cuts deep?"

"No, only a few were deep. But you had so many of them it made up for it."

"What were those things that chased me?" Peter asked. He couldn't help it, he had too many questions.

Violet's face darkened, and she didn't answer. Peter used this time to study her. She was about as tall as himself, but she was much more graceful. Violet's eyes were a dark green, and her hair was a strawberry blonde that reached her chest, but her bangs were tied in a bow that was, you guessed it, violet. She wore a light blue shirt that cut off at her elbows, and dark gray pants that stopped at her knees. A brown sword sheath hung at her belt, the only thing visible was the silver handle of the sword. Seeing the sword made him think of his own, which wasn't on his hip.

"Where's my sword?" He cried, failing around trying to look for it, though every effort hurt..

"Stop!" Violet lunged forward and grabbed his wrists and pushed him to the floor. They were almost nose to nose, and that made Peter's heart race again and he blushed.

"I didn't spend all that time dressing your wounds just so you could open them again!" Violet released Peter and stood up again. She unbuckled another sword that hung from her belt. She tossed it toward Peter, who caught it with some difficulty.

"What a miracle that thing survived the fall. It's a fine weapon."

"Thanks, I got it form someone special."

"Oh, don't act all secretive. Everyone knows you got it from Father Christmas, Peter," Violet's eyes sparkled.

"H-How did you know that? And my name?"

"Everyone knows who you are. But if you must know, I find out a lot of things from a bunch of different sources. It's not that hard to find information when you search hard for it."

"Really? Then why isn't there any information on those creatures?" Peter challenged.

"Do you know what they are?" Violet asked calmly.

"No."

"Do you know what they are called?"

"…No," Peter muttered.

"Then how can you find information on something when you don't know what you are looking for?"

He didn't answer, but instead asked, "Do you know the way back to King Caspian's castle?"

"Of course, follow me," Violet started walking, then looked back.

"I can't get up, let alone walk. Can you help me?" Peter asked, hating the way that he- High King of Narnia- had to ask a girl for help.

Violet half smiled, then wrapped her arm around his waist, and draped one of his arms around her shoulder. She heaved him up, and let him lean on her as they headed east.

Who is this girl? Who are those shadow creatures? Why were they chasing Peter? So many questions!