Author's Note: There will be a good deal of sarcasm in this chapter, and any chapter with Edmund and Ari in it together, so be warned. XD There's a lot more sibling banter in this story, or what I've got typed up so far at least. And also, there will be some references to their time during the Golden Age. :) I'll be editing the dialog from the original movie to make it funnier, more dramatic, or however I need it to be for the situation... I hope you guys like it. :)

Song for this chapter: It's Not Over by Chris Daughtry

The five children warily stepped out into the sunlight, the smell of salty sea air hitting them in the face as the waves crashed on the shore. They paused for a moment, then looked at each other. All five were wearing identical smiles. Then they took off running towards the water. They kicked off their shoes and socks on the way, throwing their jackets to the side as well.

Lucy and Susan started splashing each other, then squealed as Peter created a small wave of water that crashed over them. Edmund picked up Ari and twirled her around in the water. Then he waded deeper in the water. Ari, realizing his plan, began to protest.

"Edmund, don't you dare-" She stopped and took a breath as she felt the water come around her as Edmund fell backwards with her in his arms. She came up spluttering only to see him staring off into space.

"Ed?" She asked as she finally stopped spitting water out of her mouth.

"Where do you suppose we are?" He asked, squinting to see through the bright glare of the sun.

"Where do you think?" Peter asked, laughing. Ari took a mental note that he seemed to be in higher spirits now.

"Well.." Edmund began, gesturing to the top of the cliff in front of them. "I don't remember any ruins in Narnia during our reign. And you know I knew the whole country like the back of my hand."

"And yet you managed to get us lost in the marshes that one time when we were sent to rescue Princess Liniea from Archeland." Ari said sarcastically as she began to wade out of the water.

"Don't remind me of that!" Peter groaned. "I had to go and save your sorry asses when you got thrown into prison for an assassination attempt!"

"It wasn't my fault we set the castle on fire!" Ari protested, throwing her hands in the air.

"Enough already!" Susan said exasperatedly. "We need to figure out where we are."

Everyone nodded and walked out of the water onto the beach. They gathered their belongings, and looked around for a less steep place to walk up to the top of the hill where the ruins were. Once they found one it didn't take them long to walk up. Peter walked over to an apple tree and picked off one of the bright red fruits off, tossing it to Lucy.

"Does anyone still have their sandwiches?" She asked as she took a bite out of the apple.

"Well..." Peter began. "I left mine in my bag. And then I left my bag in the train station... And then I left the train station in England."

There was a collective laugh as they continued up the hill. It wasn't long till they reached the ruins. Rubble lay around as far as the eye could see. There were a few crumbling walls here and there. They each set off in different directions to explore the ruins. Peter walked up what was left of some stone steps. Susan walked around a nearby area that was basically empty, but rocks were strewn around. Edmund was studying a set of columns that survived over the years. Ari wandered around aimlessly, looking at everything. Lucy took another bite of her apple and looked out at the ocean from the edge of the cliff.

"I wonder who lived here." She said loudly enough for everyone to hear. Susan, who was a few feet away, kicked something in the grass. She looked down and picked up a small golden trinket.

"I think we did." She said as she inspected the piece in her hand. It was a chess piece.

"Hey, that's mine...from my chess set!" Edmund exclaimed, snatching the knight out of Susan's hand.

"Which chess set?" Peter laughed.

"Well, I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley now, did I?" Edmund said sarcastically.

"Edmund... Wasn't that a part of the chess set we were using on the day we went back?" Ari said, her eyes widening slightly. Edmund opened his mouth to say something, but Lucy cut him off before he could.

Lucy looked out over the ruined dais. "It can't be!" She said in a whispered voice that was more to herself than anyone else. She immediately took off running.

"Lucy!" Peter exclaimed and tore after her.

"Don't you see?" She asked, her eyes shining.

"What?" Ari asked. Lucy began to arrange them in a line. First was Peter, then Susan, next was Edmund, then Ari, and lastly herself.

"Imagine walls..." She said, pointing. "And columns there...and a glass roof!"

Everyone looked out to where she was pointing, and a wave of sadness and nostalgia dawned upon them. No one spoke for a few minutes, letting it soak in. Finally, Peter broke the silence.

"Cair Paravel." He said, confirming that everyone was thinking the same thing.

"Edmund, I think this was from the chess set we were using on the day we went back!" Ari said excitedly, pointing to the golden knight that was still held tightly in his hand.

"By the Lion's mane, I think you're right!" Edmund said.

"I wonder how long it's been..." Ari said in a questioning tone.

"Well, we better look for our gifts, or we'll be out of luck." Peter suddenly said. Everyone nodded in agreement and then looked to Edmund.

"What?" He asked.

"You're the one who says he knows Narnia like the back of his hand. Which way to the treasure room?" Ariana drawled. Edmund rolled his eyes.

"If my memory serves me right, it should be this way." He said as he indicated the direction.

=XxX=

General Glozelle and his men rode back across the bridge into the Telmarine castle. On a balcony overlooking the city, Miraz stood by Prunaprismia. He was holding his son in his arms. He spied his soldiers returning. He handed the baby over to his wife gently, and set off to the stables.

"Wait, my Lord!" Glozelle said as Miraz began to stride forward. "It is not what you think."

"Then what is it?" Miraz snapped.

"We're not exactly sure..." The general nodded to one of the soldiers. He removed a cloth off of one of the horses. Miraz's eyes widened.

"Impossible..." He breathed. He and the general shared a look.

In the Great Hall of the castle, the Telmarine lords were in a debate.

"I warned this council when it put its trust in Miraz..." Said one lord whose name was Sopespian. "There would be consequences."

"No!" Said lord Calanon. "We cannot accuse the Lord Protector without proof!"

"How long will we continue to hide behind that excuse?" Lord Rissian shouted. "Until every seat in this chamber is empty?" He opened his mouth to say more, but just then the doors opened and Miraz walked through.

"Lords of the council, my apologies for being late." He said as he took his seat. "I was not aware that we were in session."

"No doubt you were otherwise...occupied." Sopespian said.

"My Lord?" Miraz questioned.

"Ever since the death of King Caspian the ninth, you have behaved as if you were the king." Rissian said loudly. "And now it seems that from behind these very walls even the young Prince Caspian is no longer safe and has gone missing."

"My deepest condolences, Lord Miraz." Sopespian said. "Imagine, losing your nephew, the rightful heir to the throne, on the very night your wife has blessed you with a son."

"Thank you, Lord Sopespian." Miraz said, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Your compassion is a boon in this troubled time." "I trust you can tell us how such a tragedy could have occurred." Sopespian drawled.

"That is the most disturbing news of all." Miraz said, disguising his voice with sadness. "Our beloved Prince Caspian has been abducted from under our very noses...by Narnians no less!"

"You go too far, Miraz!" Rissian burst out. "You expect the council to stand by while you blame such blatant crimes on fairy tales?"

At this Miraz nodded to the general. Glozelle opened the door and two soldiers brought in a struggling dwarf named Trumpkin. There was a collective gasp around the room.

"We forget, my lords..." Miraz began, looking around the room at the lords' expressions. "That Narnia was once a savage place. Fearsome creatures roamed free. Much of our forefathers' blood was shed to exterminate these vermin." He turned to Trumpkin. "Or so we thought. While we've been here safe in our castle, bickering amongst ourselves, they've been breeding like cockroaches under a rock!" He paused. "Growing stronger. Watching us. Waiting to strike!" On the word strike, he backhanded Trumpkin hard enough that the sounds echoed in the stone room.

"And you wonder why we don't like you?" Trumpkin said as he spit a bit of blood out of his mouth.

"Well I intend to strike back. Even if it means I have to tear down the entire forest in the process. I assure you, I will find Prince Caspian, and then I will finish what our ancestors began."

Author's Note: There you go. Chapter three... The names for the Telmarine Lords aren't made up... They're actually elvish (Sindarin) names. XD I couldn't come up with anything, so I just took a few Elvish names that sounded vaguely Narnian, and used them. I wanted the Lords to have a name... :P I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Leave a smiley if you did! :)