Author's Note: Chapter six is here already! :) Thanks for all of you for sticking by me! :D You guys really made up for the low amount of reviews in chapter four. Thanks! I love all of my reviewers! Oh, there's no Pevensie action in this chapter, by the way... XD

Song for this chapter: Running Away by Three Days Grace

Deep in the Narnian forest, in a small hut, Prince Caspian was finally waking up. He opened his eyes to find his head bandaged. He blinked his eyes in the dim light and felt his head, which felt like it was on fire. It throbbed in pain as he took the bandage off of his forehead. It wasn't doing him much good now. He heard voices coming from in the adjacent room, and he strained to hear what they were saying.

"This bread is so stale." A first voice complained.

"I'll just give him some soup then." Snapped a second voice.

"You said you'd get rid of him." The first voice complained again. Caspian didn't dare move, for fear of being caught.

"No, that wasn't what I said at all." Said the second voice. "I said that I would take care of him."

"Well, I still don't think I hit him over the head hard enough." Caspian's eyes widened as he realized that the first voice was the dwarf that had hit him over the head. He wasn't sure how long he had been out, and he didn't want to know either.

"Nikabrik!" The first voice snapped harshly. "He's only a boy!"

"He's a Telmarine soldier! He's not some lost animal!" The dwarf, whose name was Nikabrik, snarled.

"Well, we're not going to kill him now. I've just bandaged his head. It would be like murdering a guest." The first voice said.

"Well, I wonder how his friends are treating their guest." Nikabrik said, anger apparent in his voice.

"Trumpkin knew what he was doing when he went blade drawn into those soldiers." The first voice said.

Caspian took his chance and bolted for the door. He ran into a small badger, who was holding a bowl. Hot soup spilled all over the floor at Caspian's feet. Nikabrik jumped to his feet and drew a small sword. Caspian pulled a hot poker out of the fireplace. He jerkily blocked the dwarf's blows.

"See! I told you that we should have killed him when we had the chance, Trufflehunter ." Nikabrik snapped at the badger.

"You know good and well why we can't!" The badger said loudly.

"If we're taking a vote, I'm with him." Caspian said, pointing at the badger.

"We can't let him go!" Nikabrik said, thrusting his sword at the prince once more. "He's seen us!"

"That's quite enough, Nikabrik!" Trufflehunter said as Nikabrik swung his sword a few more times. "Or do I have to sit on your head again?"

The dwarf stopped and stormed angrily over to the small table in the center of the room. The badger picked up the bowl off of the floor and dried where the soup had been spilled. He then turned to Caspian, eying him with contempt.

"Now, look what you made me do." He turned away and began to walk toward the small black stove. "I spent half the morning on that soup."

"Wha-what are you?" Caspian stuttered. He knew very well that the pair was a badger and a dwarf, he just wanted to be sure he wasn't dreaming.

"It's funny." Trufflehunter snorted. "You'd think more people would know a badger when they saw one."

"No..." Caspian said, trying to phrase his words in his head before he said them out loud. "You're Narnians...You're supposed to be extinct."

"Sorry to disappoint you." Said Nikabrik, a sneer on his face. Trufflehunter returned with more soup for Caspian.

"Here we are." He said, pushing the bowl towards the prince. "Still hot."

"Since when did we change our home into a boarding house for Telmarine soldiers?" Nikabrik said sarcastically.

"I'm not a soldier!" Caspian said indignantly. "I am Prince Caspian...The tenth."

"What are you doing here?" Nikabrik asked, his eyes narrowing when Caspian stated who he was.

"Running away." Caspian said, sighing as he thought of his former home.

"Well this changes things." Trufflehunter said, smiling a badgery sort of smile.

"Yes..." Nikabrik said, more to himself than to anyone else. "It means that we won't have to kill you ourselves."

"You're right." Caspian said suddenly, standing to his feet. In the process, he managed to spill the second bowl of soup.

"Where are you going?" Trufflehunter asked.

"Away from here." Caspian said, going towards the door. "My uncle is not going to stop until he is sure that I am dead."

"You don't understand!" Trufflehunter protested. "You're meant to save us!"

Caspian turned around and saw what Trufflehunter was holding. It was the ivory horn that professor Cornelius had given him before he left the castle. He had half a mind to snatch it out of the badger's hand, but thought better of it after he saw how he reverently held it.

"Don't you even know what this is?"

Caspian stared at the horn in the badger's hands.

=XxX=

Doctor Cornelius walked into his study to see lord Miraz waiting for him. He was idly reading a book, and was propped up against the wall.

"You have quite a library here." Miraz said as he placed the book back on the shelf.

"Is there anything in particular that my Lord is looking for?" Cornelius asked as he set a few books on his desk.

"I think I've already found what I'm looking for..." Miraz said. In a flash, he brought his hand down. "In one of my soldiers!" Miraz snarled, outraged.

Cornelius looked closely at the arrow, which was sticking into a picture of the five kings and queens of old Narnian times. The pages were quite frayed and the spine of the book was breaking apart. It was a very old and delicate book. Miraz sat down in a nearby chair and propped his feet up on the table.

"What do you know about Queen Susan's horn?" He asked the old professor.

"It was rumored to be a magic horn."

"Magic?" Miraz asked, almost sneering the word.

"The Narnians believed it could summon their kings and queens of old. At least, such was the superstition." Cornelius added the last part more for his benefit than for Miraz.

"And what did the young Prince know about this...superstition?" Miraz asked, his voice deadly.

"My Lord, you forbade me from mentioning the old tales to him."

"So I did." Miraz said. Cornelius noticed General Glozelle standing at the ready with a couple of soldiers nearby the door.

"I will say this." Cornelius said, his voice low, but sharp. "If Caspian does know of the Deep Magic, my lord would have a good reason to be nervous."

No sooner had the words been uttered from his mouth, he had been arrested. The soldiers took him away, dragging the old man roughly through the corridors. Glozelle and Sopespian stood in the hallway, watching.

"First it was our prince, and now it is his tutor." Sopespian said, a small hint of malice in his voice. "If the members of Miraz' house are not even safe, are any of us?"

"Those are dangerous words, even for you, Lord Sopespian." Glozelle replied.

"Lord Sopespian!" Miraz called.

"These are dangerous times, General." Sopespian said, lowering his voice. "One should choose his words as carefully as his friends." Sopespian walked back into Cornelius' study.

"How long until the bridge is completed?" Miraz asked.

"Construction continues on schedule." Sopespian replied.

"That's not good enough!" Miraz shouted, standing from his seat abruptly. "I need my army across that river, now!"

"May I suggest that you contribute some of your own men?" Sopespian said, his voice low. "I only have so many at my disposal."

"A fact you would do well to remember." Miraz replied. He turned to General Glozelle who was waiting at the door.

"Go to Beruna." Miraz said to the General. "Take as many troops as you need. We must get to Caspian before they do."

"'They'?" Sopespian questioned.

"It's time you learned your history." Miraz said, looking pointedly at the arrow that was sticking out of a large book on the desk. He exited the room. Sopespian looked at the book curiously. It held artwork of five young royals riding horses. After a few seconds pause, he began to read.

Author's Note: That last paragraph was a bit choppy, but overall I think I did a good job... Leave a smiley face if you liked it! :D