Disclaimer: I don't own anything Narnia, I only own Karina.


Caspian and Peter found a small cave away from the river, knowing that Karina needed to rest. They could make it to the How the next day; all they really needed was sleep now. Peter lay out blankets on the cold stone and Caspian started a fire. Peter actually was enjoying talking to Caspian; he learned that he wasn't so arrogant, just trying to prove himself. Karina was sitting up and aware, although her eyes were glazed. She sat staring at the fire; watching the flames lick the wood. Caspian pat his horse on the neck and turned to Peter, "Are you hungry?"

Peter's stomach growled, "A bit."

Caspian was glad he brought Karina's strange bag, although he's no idea how to cook anything in it. He unzipped it, "We can have… Ray-mun noodles."

"Ugh, it's Ramen." Karina groaned, her shoulders still slumping. Caspian shrugged, "I suppose we boil them." He sounded unsure. Karina took the noodle cups from Caspian, "Peter, would you pour the hot water into the cups?"

Peter did what he was told and Karina sealed the cups, "We have to let them sit for a few minutes."

The companions sat in silence, just listening to the night noises and the crackling of the roaring fire. After another minute Karina opened the lids, "Okay, we can eat now."

Caspian poked the food experimentally, sniffing it. It smelled like curry chicken with other strange spices. Peter barely had a chance to look at the noodles, he wolfed it down. God damn he was hungry! Karina was trying to be lady-like but after no food for two days she was famished beyond belief. The friends ate in another uncomfortable silence only broken when one of them slurped up the noodle soup.

"We should treat your wounds." Caspian said. Karina nodded, "In my bag I have some medical stuff."

Peter opened the bag and found few bandages and something called "Neosporin". Karina took off her shirt, Caspian and Peter averting their eyes respectfully, and lay on her stomach. She rested her chin on her arms, "Okay, just put the Neosporin on it and wrap it up."

Peter did as he was told, rubbing in the gel. All the while, Caspian was comforting Karina, who was in pain. When Peter was finished Karina put her shirt back on and the lay back down to go to sleep. Peter kept watch well into the night, which was when he noticed Karina wasn't sleeping. He crawled over to her,

"Are you alright?" he asked. Karina sat up and put her head against his chest. Peter felt her head, she was burning up! They had to get back to the How; Karina might not last much longer.

"I can't sleep. I'm so cold." She whispered sleepily. Peter immediately wrapped her in his arms, trying to circulate the blood.

"Better?" said Peter. Karina smiled, "I can't sleep much anymore."

Peter closed his eyes, "When I couldn't sleep my mother used to sing to me."

Karina leaned in closer, "Would you sing to me?"

Peter breathed deeply, "Yes." His voice was very comforting, just subtle enough to listen to but powerful enough not to forget, "Words we had said, Grew in my head, Colored my thought, Sent me to bed. Lost memories, Grew into trees, Cover the door, Swallow the key, Winters have come and gone, you know, Winters have come and gone, you know, But I'll meet you young and free, For a dance 'round the memory tree, Said I forgot, But I have not, Dreams we have had, Play in my head, Did we believe? The cry of the wind? Did we regret? Would we forget? Winters have come and gone, you know. Winters have come and gone, you know But I'll meet you young and free. For a dance 'round the memory tree."

Peter looked down and saw that Karina was sound asleep. He gently laid her down, planting a quick kiss on her sweet lips, before returning to his position. His own lips tingled like poison danced over them as he watched the moon. So alone, so powerful but alone.



Just like him.


King Miraz paced up and down his tent, his brow furrowed in thought. How could this have happened? His only ace in the hole and now she was gone. And she had the mark of the king, of that he was sure. General Glozelle entered the tent, bowing,

"My troops have searched the woods, there's no sign of the girl or the Narnians."

Miraz threw a vase in his anger, "That's not good enough, General! I want them found."

"You are aware that the child is the Guardian of Narnia."

Miraz froze in his tracks, his blood turning to ice, "She is that woman then? The woman from the prophecy?"

Glozelle closed his eyes, "And a guardian shall watch over the Kings of Narnia. Most powerful and just, she is the right hand of Aslan himself."

"Yes, General I know the legend!" Miraz snapped."But Aslan is not real. He's just a child's fairy tale."

The General nodded, "Yes, milord. I will make the troops fan out in search of them." Glozelle turned to leave, "But I will say this, if the child is indeed the Guardian, we have many more things to fear than Caspian X."

Miraz growled, "Take you leave General."

"Already done, milord."

Miraz slumped in his chair; the expensive armor he was wearing made him sweat. If the Guardian of Narnia was real and it was the child, Miraz wanted her dead. Perhaps even more than his nephew. And she was in possession of the king's official mark, something she could have only received from Caspian himself. If Caspian were to perish, by giving the girl his ring he named her the heir to the Telmarine throne, and his bride. Therefore making her the Queen of Narnia, regardless of royal blood or Miraz being next in line. Miraz dabbed his forehead with a cloth, the woman had to die. He should've killed her when he had the chance, he would have. Had he known her lineage and allegiance.

Miraz stood and motioned to his guards, "Ready the troops; we attack the How at dawn."


Karina sat awake, watching the sunrise. She felt better than yesterday, as she used her healing spell (which had worked wonders on Peter's arm). As the sun rose she sang,

"Here I stand. Empty hands. Wishing my wrists were bleeding. To stop the pain from the beatings." she felt tears running down her cheeks. In her heart she felt so much pain, as if she felt what Narnia was feeling. She was the land itself, from the water to the mountains to the Lone Islands. She was Narnia.

And Narnia was hurting.

"There you stood holding me. Waiting for me to notice you. But who are you. You are the truth. Out screaming these lies. You are the truth. Saving my life."

Peter woke to the sound of someone singing. It sounded like angels from heaven, but it was sad. It made his soul sing and hurt at the same time. Whoever was singing it was in great pain. He sat up on his elbows, it was Karina. Peter didn't intervene; he only lay there, listing to the heartbreaking song of his angel. His angel was hurt.

"The warmth of your embrace. Melts my frostbitten spirit. You speak the truth and I hear it. The words are I love you. And I have to believe in you. But who are you. You are the truth. Out screaming these lies. You are the truth. Saving my life."

Caspian sat against the wall of the cave, his sword propped against his shoulder, eyes closed in reverence. This was the song she was singing at the river. So fair she was, but so full of grief. Her pain touched him, making him cry also.

"My hands are open. And you are filling them. Hands in the air. In the air, in the air, in the air. And I worship, And I worship, And I worship, And I worship."

Peter and Caspian were almost hysterical, not caring if Karina saw them crying. Something about her voice touched them, deep within their hearts. Karina raised her hands to the heavens that's when Caspian noticed the blood on them. Both palms were bloody; they dripped down her arms, like ink on a smooth stone. Peter saw is as well, she hurt herself. Karina turned to them; her eyes were dark, almost black.

"Come here please." She whispered her voice still full of grief.

"Karina…" Caspian said his voice low.

"I need you."

Both men exchanged looks before coming to her like well trained dogs. Karina held out her hands to them, "A blood pact must be formed between the two Kings of Narnia."

"Karina, you don't know what you're saying." Peter said. Karina caught his arm, her blood staining his shirt, "I need your blood."

Caspian took his small dagger and slit his palm, passing the dagger to Peter, he spoke, "The Guardian binds all of us together through blood. It is a sacred oath."

Peter did the same and both clasped hands with Karina.

"You are the truth." She sang, Peter and Caspian echoed. "Out screaming these lies. You are the truth. Saving my life."

So Mote it be.


Authors Note: It took me 4ever to find a song for Karina to sing that would make sense. BTW it's "Red Sam" by Flyleaf. Listen to the acoustic version if you can while reading this chapter, it's pretty powerful. It made me cry. Awwww, didn't you just love Peter being gentle like that?! I wish he would sing me to sleep. He's such a sweetie! The song he sang was actually of the Prince Caspian soundtrack, it's "A Dance Around the Memory Tree" by Oren Lavie. It's really a wonderful song. Oh yes I love this chapter, it's probably my favorite. Just the songs really do it for me, I'm totally Emo for songs like this. Anyways, sorry to ramble (but I'm not!)

Please Review and I'll have another chapter on the way. If you want you can sed me some ideas. I kinda have writers block.

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