A/N I hope you enjoy this Chapter! I have already have other chapter's written so I am hoping to get one up tomorrow. Feel free to comment.

Hoff's POV

We came to Aslan's How. It was a nice round hill. Many trees were there. I walked with everyone into the tunnels and inside them were like a maze to most of them, though I knew them well, I knew almost all of Narnia well. There were characters drawn on the walls, pictures with the Lion on them. Memories flooded my mind.

I'll be back, I promise . . . Shut your beak brain! Run! You are Narnia's Hope! Run! . . . Mother, are you dead? Where are you? Did he kill you? . . .He will NEVER return, he has left and abandoned us! I despise him and all of his family . . . Why did I say it? Yes it is true, but why did I say. Aslan Where are you? . . . And we fought hard against them, Your Uncle E . . .

"How are you doing" Reep said pulling me out of my thoughts

I looked over and saw Reep and Chanson.

"Not great, I was remembering."

"My guess is that you don't want anyone know you're here." Chanson questioned

"You're correct. No one must know."

"When will you come out?" Reep wondered

"When I trust that boy."

"Caspian?" Chanson spoke

"Is that his name?" I replied

"Yes that is it."

'King' Miraz's scouts soon found them and he brought an army. They were much stronger then we had expected. We fought for many days. The Narnians soon found out I was there but I warned them not to tell Caspian.

"Why not?" Asked Trufflehunter

"'Cause I don't trust him - the boy - yet."

"And why not?" he prodded

"I don't trust any telmarine."

And they did do what I asked. I had over the years helped many of the animals, so they did what I had asked out of thanks. I was glad, in my opinion that boy Caspian and his Professor are dumb and are not good at battle.

Finally one of the battles went so bad that the Giant was crying his head off and everyone was in a bad mood. I slowly crept to the heart of the How. And I saw the boy with the doctor, the badger and two dwarfs. The room had thick pillars and the Stone table was in the middle cut in half. They were I saw sitting on logs a bit away from the table and there was a wooden table they were sitting at. And on top of the table was a clay lamp.

"If your Majesty is ever to use the Horn" spoke Trufflehunter "I think the time has now come"

What, what horn? And why would they blow it Now? What is it supposed to do?

"We are certainly in great need. But it is hard to be sure we are at our greatest. Supposing there came an even worse need and we had already used it?" the boy replied

"By that argument, your Majesty will never use it until it is too late." argued the black dwarf.

Finally something I can agree with, that black dwarf deserves a punching most of the time. But what horn are they talking about?

"I agree with that" said the doctor.

"And what do you think, Trumpkin?" the boy questioned

"Oh, as for me, your Majesty knows I think the Horn - and that bit of broken stone over there - and your great King Peter - and your Lion Aslan - are all eggs in moonshine. It's all one to me when your Majesty blows the Horn. All I insist is that the army is told nothing about it. There's no good raising hopes of magical help which as I think are sure to be disappointed."

Ugh, even the black dwarf has more brains then you, you reddy! And by the way that 'Great King Peter' isn't so great. He is worst then a Telmarine!

"Then in the name of Aslan we will wind Queen Susan's Horn." announced the boy

Wait, did he just say 'Queen Susan's Horn' , so that's the help he was talking about. I wonder who will come? What type of help?

"There is one thing, Sire, that should perhaps be done first. We do not know what form the help will take. It might call Aslan himself from over-sea. But I think it is more likely to call Peter the High King and his mighty consorts down from the high past. But either case, I do not think we can be sure that the help will come to this very spot . . ."

"You never said a truer word." interrupted Trumpkin

". . . I think, that they - or He - will come back to one or other of the Ancient Places of the Ancient Places of Narnia. This, where we now sit, is the most ancient and most deeply magical of all and here, I think, the answer is likeliest to come. But there are two others. One is Lantern Waste, up-river, west of Beaver Dam, where the Royal Children first appeared in Narnia, as the records tell. The other is down at the river-mouth, where the castle of Cair Paravel once stood. And if Aslan himself comes, that would be the best place for meeting him too, for every story says that he is the Son of the great Emperor-over-Sea, and over the sea he will pass. I should like very much to send messengers to both places, to Lantern Waste and the river mouth to receive them - or Him - or it."

I rolled my eyes are Trumpkin scoffed at this Idea. Great and did he say call 'Peter the High King'. Great Just what I need.

Then they started arguing about who to send. What is with them, are they always arguing. Finally what are they saying, good an animal called Pattertwig and Trumpkin, wait I thought he didn't believe in all this stuff?

"But I thought you didn't believe in the Horn, Trumpkin." questioned the boy

That is what I thought.

"No more I do, your Majesty. But what's that got to do with it? I might as well die on a wild goose chase as die here. You are my King. I know the difference between giving advice and know the difference between giving advice and taking orders. You've had my advice. and now it's the time for orders."

Well here is one loyal Dwarf. I kind of like him. And saying that I believe in the horn and know the way to the Island I think I'll follow this guy to there - in secret of course.

After that I slipped out and went to tell Chanson and Reep the news and to get packing.