A/N: This fanfiction is almost entirely based off of the movie version of Prince Caspian. Many of the scenes from the movie are included here but with added parts to include Tempestra as well. A few scenes are completely made up by me, and some act as bridges between scenes in the movie.

This is another chapter that I rewrote. It's very similar to the original, but with more depth (and better writing) than before.

What the hell was a Lady Lightning?

"I think you've got the wrong person," Tempestra said dryly. "I can use lightning, and I'm a lady, but that's where the comparison ends. I've never been called Lady Lightning."

"But you are." Glenstorm nodded confidently, and Tempestra felt her sense of unease rising. "I recognize your renowned weapons and gift of light. You have the same appearance of the legendary lady warrior from over a thousand years past: the raven hair, the garments of another world…"

Tempestra felt like laughing, but she was too shaken to. This centaur – a creature that by all rights should not have existed – was trying to tell her that she was some kind of legend from an ancient time, in a place that she still knew nothing about.

"Just – stop." She held up her hands – still grasping her weapons - to hold off their claims. "I'm not who you think I am. I don't even know where I am." This was too much. First, she came through an alleyway and found herself transported to a completely different location, then she discovered that she was surrounded by fantasy creatures, then she was told that she had been here before…it was all too Alice in Wonderland. This was not real life. Real life made sense; this did not.

"The legends did say that she was from another world," the faun murmured thoughtfully, stroking his short beard. Tempestra tried to avoid looking at the place where his human and animal parts met. "But how did she-?"

"The horn!" the squirrel exclaimed excitedly, standing up on its two legs. "Queen Susan's horn summoned her!"

"Who?"

For the first time, Glenstorm frowned.

"Do you not recall Queen Susan or her legendary horn?"

Tempestra looked at him, deadpan.

"Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about or why I'm here. I was just chasing someone, and came out here instead." She gestured, frustrated, back at the cave. The three creatures glanced at each other dubiously.

"That's just a normal cave," the faun shrugged. "We've been in it before. There's nothing in there but the back of the cave."

Unconvinced, Tempestra strode back into the cave and gave it a thorough inspection as the three creatures conversed with each other earnestly. As the faun had said, there was nothing special about the cave. There were no hidden doors, or evidence of magic or a portal. Yet it had to be some kind of portal that had brought her there. They were not unheard of; there was more than one person on Earth who had the power to travel from world to world.

And this was certainly not her world. This place, Narnia, could not exist on Earth. And judging from the weapons that these creatures used, it could not exist in the same time. Their weapons looked medieval, and they had no other evidence of modern developments. If this was the case, then she was in more trouble than she had previously thought. Cheshire must have worked with someone to lure her into a trap and strand her here. Wherever here is. Whenever here is.

The centaur was talking to her again.

"Queen Susan was one of the kings and queens of old," he explained to her. "High King Peter the Magnificent, Queen Susan the Gentle, King Edmund the Just, and Queen Lucy the Valiant." Sounds like a fun group, Tempestra thought sarcastically, half listening to the lecture. "After battling the White Witch after the Hundred Years of Winter, the kings and queens ruled Narnia during the Golden Age."

"Before they disappeared one day," the faun added bitterly. "Them and Aslan."

"Aslan is the Great Lion who saved us all," Glenstorm continued, unheeded. "He was there when the deep magicks of Narnia were written, and he has powers unimaginable to us."

Tempestra gave up inspecting the cave. Clearly, there was nothing there that could help her go back to Earth. She walked back outside, mentally going over her options, when the centaur's words caught up to her.

"Magic?" she repeated. She turned to the centaur. "If he's magic, can he bring me back home?"

The centaur, faun, and squirrel looked at each other.

"He is capable of many great things," Glenstorm finally replied.

"Weren't you listening?" the faun demanded, throwing up his hands. No, Tempestra thought, but didn't say it aloud. "Aslan deserted us when the kings and queens did! He hasn't come back! He didn't even come back when the Telmarines invaded and killed us, took over our land, destroyed our homes-"

"Peace, Flynn," Glenstorm interrupted. "Queen Susan's horn has finally sounded." To Tempestra, he said, "It is said to be able to summon the kings and queens. They are coming."

"They can help us," the squirrel added, "against the Telmarines."

Tempestra's mind worked quickly. If this was all real and not a hallucination – and it seemed too real to be a hallucination – then she had to find a way to get home. There were few people on Earth who was able to find her, and they had no way of knowing that she was in trouble or where she was. Even if they did notice that she had disappeared, it would not be for weeks or even months. She was on her own. As usual.

"If I help all of you Narnians to find the kings and queens," the young woman said carefully, "will Aslan return and help me get back home?"

Glenstorm scrutinized her for a moment. Tempestra, who normally was adept at reading people's emotions, could not fathom the thoughts behind his dark eyes. For all that he spoke of old legendary kings and queens, there was something just as ancient about the centaur. He spoke with the authority of a leader and the wisdom of a sage, as if he knew the past, present, and future. His nobility and honor was an outdated concept on Earth, but here in this impossible world, Tempestra could see that it made him a natural leader. The faun and the centaur clearly looked up to him.

"It is possible," Glenstorm replied at last. At this, the young woman nodded grimly and sheathed her weapons. After a moment, something occurred to her.

"If these rulers are ancient legends, how old would they be now, exactly?"

Within the hour, the motley group of four had journeyed to meet other so-called "Narnians", which included a herd of centaurs and a group of fauns. Tempestra struggled not to show her surprise at the strange group, and her confusion at the reverence with which the Narnians looked at her. They all thought she was this person called Lady Lightning, and from the way that they spoke to her, it was clear that they respected the legendary figure. They even took to calling her 'my lady'. They were disappointed that she vehemently denied that she was the ancient figure, but they did not attempt to persuade her. It all seemed surreal to the young woman, who pursed her lips, listened, and nodded to them, but said little. She prided herself on being adaptable, but this – this was something else entirely. She was out of her element. The most advanced technology that they had here was the wheel. Her lightning abilities, her ethnicity and gender, her clothes, her cynicism and sarcasm – they did not belong in this world of kings and queens, kingdoms, honor, nobility, swords, and battles.

The less time that she was here, the better.

The large group soon left the temporary camp in order to search for more Narnians and the kings and queens of old. Apparently, Telmarine attacks from over a thousand years ago had forced the Narnians to go into hiding. They lived sparsely over the land, in small groups that were only now rising in population. But animals which could once speak could not be taught again to speak, and according to their stories, the trees used to come alive. They were motionless and dead now.

The journeys across the land were long and boring, and some of the Narnians, including Glenstorm and Flynn the faun, took it upon themselves to relate Narnian history to Tempestra. They spoke nostalgically of the Golden Age, in which the kings and queens had reigned for fifteen years of peace and prosperity. To Tempestra, it seemed like a fairy tale or a dream. Their stories soon became bitter, however, as they recounted the years after the Golden Age, when the Telmarines had invaded Narnia, taken over the land, and committed mass genocide. Clearly, even a medieval fantasy land was not without its dark ages.

Taking queue from Glenstorm, who seemed to be the leader, the Narnians did not speak much of the Lady Lightning. Only when Tempestra asked him directly did the centaur relate to her the background of the legend.

"She was a warrior as skilled as the kings and queens," he told her simply. "As their Majesties were, she was a woman from another world. But she appeared in Narnia after the Battle of Beruna against the White Witch in the year 1000."

The White Witch, some of the Narnians had explained vehemently, had been a cruel tyrant. She had ruled Narnia for over a hundred years in a state of total winter before the kings and queens of old had come and defeated her with Aslan's help. "The Lady Lightning," Glenstorm went on, "had come to warn the kings and queens of a rebellion by the remnants of the forces of the White Witch. She and the High King led a great battle against the rebellion, then went on to destroy the castle of the Witch and all those left of the army, five years later. Those who did not perish, dissolved their forces and ended the war.

"During these years, the Lady Lightning became a loyal companion and advisor to the High King. Our records do not show how close they became, only that she stood by the side of the High King for many a time before he, and the other king and queens, disappeared."

"It makes sense that she would be an advisor," Tempestra mused. "Advisors are usually close to rulers." That, at least, sounded a little more like her. She wasn't cut out to be a queen, but a shadowy advisor with a heavy influence over rulers? That was more her style. But that wasn't me, the young woman reminded herself. They've got the wrong person.

"Perhaps," Glenstorm replied, but before Tempestra could ask what he meant by his vague 'perhaps', the centaur had turned away and preoccupied himself with something else.

Days passed, then a week since Tempestra had arrived in Narnia, and she began to finally accept that she would have to remain there in the long term. Their group of Narnians grew and came to include dwarves (black and white), minotaurs, cheetahs, tigers, and other talking animals. As their numbers swelled, Tempestra found that their reactions towards her varied considerably. Despite the warm welcome that she had encountered in the beginning, there were Narnians who were suspicious or wary of her. Almost none of them had ever seen a human, and those who had seen humans had only encountered Telmarine soldiers, who left an unpleasant impression upon them. Tempestra did not attempt to gain their trust or support; after all, she did not expect to remain there for very long.

The young woman did, however, receive a set of human clothes from a centaur; he had come across an abandoned hut on the edge of the Great Woods, which the Telmarines believed to be haunted. Most of the belongings in the hut – which looked like it had been hastily abandoned – were gone, but some things had been left behind, including a set of male Telmarine clothes. There was a loose white cotton shirt and a pair of faded brown breeches, which Tempestra opted to wear since they were more suitable to forests than her own outfit. However, she had to use her signature belt (black leather with a silver buckle and violet lightning bolt engraving) to keep the large pants up around her waist. She kept her own boots and weapons, and took to braiding her hair back.

Glenstorm, Flynn the faun, and a cheetah named Ferrah were the only Narnians that Tempestra communicated with on a daily basis. Ferrah was the group's most dependable scout, and a valuable asset as the group became larger and traveled more slowly. After Glenstorm had discovered that Tempestra and the cheetah worked well with each other, he sent them out on scouting missions together. Ferrah had keen animal senses and stealth, and Tempestra had raw power and a sharper mind for making quick tactical decisions. After she proved her cleverness and combat skills, the cheetah came to trust her. They never met any obstacles, except on one occasion.

It was a regular scouting mission. Glenstorm knew of a small group of Narnians – two dwarves and a badger – who lived nearby, and he asked Ferrah and Tempestra to search for them and invite them to join the group. It was midday and already warm, though the forest was strangely silent. The dense tree foliage allowed scant light through the forest floor, which gave off a damp odor. They were picking their way among thick tree roots, looking for a hidden hut, when Ferrah suddenly froze, sniffing the air. Seeing this, Tempestra halted as well, turning her head to survey their surroundings for anything suspicious.

"What is it?" she whispered, slowly unsheathing her knives.

Ferrah looked from side to side.

"It's-"

Before he could finish, there was a tight whistle, and an arrow embedded itself into the ground next to the cheetah. Ferrah and Tempestra looked up to see seven dark-haired men dressed in helmets and chain mail, all armed with crossbows and swords. They were twenty feet away.

"Telmarines," Ferrah explained. With a guttural growl, he bounded forward and launched himself at the nearest soldier, who gave a cry and fell backwards, shooting his crossbow wildly into the air. In a second, Ferrah had slashed the man's throat, dodged another arrow, and leapt at another soldier.

Meanwhile, Tempestra faced the other five soldiers. They glanced at each other, hesitant and unsure how to react to a young woman ready for combat. Tempestra solved their indecision by preemptively hurling one of her knives at the closest soldier, who fell backwards with a cry, the weapon protruding from his shoulder. The others quickly got over their uncertainty. One of them raised his crossbow, aimed it at the young woman, and fired off an arrow. Tempestra shot a bolt of lightning from the tip of her other knife, destroying the arrow in a clash of sparks, splintered wood, and slivers of metal. No sooner had the pieces fallen to the ground did she shoot another bolt at the offending soldier, and the man fell backwards, unconscious.

This was not what the Telmarines were prepared for. Shaken but determined, the last three ran forward, swords raised. The closest one chopped down at Tempestra, who dodged the attack. His momentum caused his sword to thud into the ground, and the young woman knocked him unconscious with a blow from the hard end of her dagger to his head. The next soldier swung wildly at her, and she parried the blow with one knife, before stabbing her opponent through a gap in the chain mail on his shoulder. When the soldier fell to his knees, howling in pain, Tempestra blasted him backwards with a bolt of lightning. The last soldier wavered, lost his nerve, then turned and ran.

He didn't make it far.

In a moment Ferrah brought him down. When the cheetah was finished, he turned to look at Tempestra, who had retrieved her first knife and was wiping her weapons clean on the grass.

"Why did you not kill the other two?" The cheetah was curious, almost surprised.

The vigilante shrugged.

"I don't kill," she remarked casually, looking around at the unconscious soldiers. They looked Mediterranean, with swarthy skin and dark hair.

Ferrah shook his head in a human-like way.

"In these times, you must," he advised, then added, "Those two will report back to Miraz."

Tempestra sheathed her knives and began to gather up the unconscious Telmarines' own weapons.

"Then let them," she replied firmly. "They were obviously here because of Glenstorm's friends." She indicated a nearby tree. Beneath the broad network of roots was a small half-opened door, which revealed an empty home. "I don't know if they were captured or if they ran, but the Telmarines knew about them and were suspicious enough to check if there were more Narnians around here."

Ferrah sniffed around the entrance to the hut, then looked back at the young woman.

"There's barely a scent," he remarked reluctantly. "The wolves will track it more easily. Either they didn't want to be found, or-"

"-or they were taken against their will and weren't traveling on foot as they would have voluntarily," Tempestra finished. "Either way, Glenstorm should know. And-" she indicated the swords, crossbows, and arrows she'd collected "-all of you could do with some extra weapons."

A/N: This explains how Glenstorm and the large group of Narnians found Caspian, Trufflehunter, and Nikabrik in the movie.