A/N - Here we go, the second installment. Please review, even if you only want to tell me to stop writing... which I hope it wont be...

In ammendment to my previous disclaimer thingy;
I don't own anything other then the general storyline and my origional characters (Although if someone will sell me Ben Barnes then I will gladly take him off your hands! I don't care who he is at the time, i'll have him :P)

Chapter 2 – Into the Camp

The voices outside are arguing and I cower away as the flap of fabric covering the back of the cart is lifted, revealing me and only me. The face of a weathered old man looks into the cart before retreating and lowering the fabric flap again.

"Alright, go on through. Andre will accompany you to the Lord Commander's tent." And with that the cart began to move again, the hushed movement across the leaf strewn ground was replaced by a clip-clopping of horse hooves on stone and the sound of many merry men as the cart moved into the camp.

"Inform the Lord Commander that we have a prisoner for him." Announced someone as the cart halted for a second time. Silence fell over the immediate area followed by whispers on all sides as the men made bets and laughed about the fate of the prisoner, me.

Quiet descended once again and I could only assume that the Lord Commander had emerged from his tent. "Bring me the prisoner."

The flap of fabric was thrown up, blinding me with the late evening light as I was grabbed and dragged roughly before the Lord Commander of the Free Telmar Movement.

"You tell me you have a prisoner and you bring me a woman. You waste my time." Said the Lord Commander, dismissing me as I knelt on the ground before him.

"These are her weapons." Said one of the men behind me quickly, rushing forwards with my bow, quiver and dagger and placing them on the floor beside me before moving quickly away again.

"What of it? So the girl has a bow and arrows." He replied in the same dismissive tone as he turned back towards his tend.

Another of my captors moved forwards to speak, "My lord, the weapons are of a very good quality, better then many of our men, and the engravings, they are Old Narnian."

The lord commander turned back to me, taking a few steps closer and bending slightly to examine my face. He placed a hand gently under my chin and raised my head so that I was looking directly at him before moving away and signalling for his men to seize me once again. "Take her and put her with the rest of the prisoners." He said, "and make sure that not a hair on her head is harmed."

"Yes my Lord," answered the two men holding one of my arms each before they dragged me around to the back of the Lord commanders tent where there was row upon row of makeshift cages, many containing other prisoners. I was dumped in the last of a line before being left alone with my puzzled thoughts.

I didn't get to think for long for as soon as the guards had left two men in the cage to the right of my own moved closer to me and signalled for me to do the same.

"Who do you fight for?" asked the older of the two men quietly.

I looked the two men over quickly before making my reply. They were certainly not fighters from the Free Telmar Movement and they did not appear to support the Free Narnian Company, at best guess they were part of King Caspian's Loyalists. "I fight for King Caspian and the Kings and Queens of old." I replied, keeping my voice strong and my eyes fixed on theirs.

The second of the two men scoffed at my reply, "You can't be fighting for King Caspian."

"She said she fought for him, she never said she was part of his Loyalists. Shut up Harriot." Snapped the older man before shuffling slightly closer to the bars dividing me from them. "You aren't a Loyalist, so who are you? A lone fighter?"

A small voice in the back of my mind was telling me to keep my secrets to myself, but there was another, stronger part of me that was telling me to trust these two men. "I fight with NUP." I said simply, waiting for them to take the lead in the conversation.

"You have a look of a Telmar." Said the older man unsurely as he considered my reply.

My reply was cut short as a guard appeared and knocked his sword against the bars of my cage to get our attention. "Shut it sweet cheeks, just because the boss thinks you're worth something doesn't mean I do." He smirked at us before moving away.