"What are you doing?"

"I cannot go against orders."

"You can when it's treason!"

Glozelle glared at his oldest friend. "I am a general of Lord Miraz's army."

"An army he stole when he killed the king! You were there, I was there. We BOTH know what happened." Edward gripped the general's shoulder and stopped him in his tracks. "Please, don't do this."

But Glozelle shrugged off the comforting hand. "Your tutoring of the prince has softened your heart, Edward."

He walked away, but as he reached the end of the hall, he felt eyes burning into the back of his head and turned around. "And yours has petrified. Then let's see what wins. My soft heart or your stone one," Edward shouted at the general before he turned tail and ran. Glozelle's grip on the hilt of his sword tightened. Fighting his old friend was that last thing he wanted, but if Edward forced him to, he would. He went to ready his men.

Edward ran to the prince's room and bumped into his school tutor on the way. "What are you doing," the elderly man asked, very suspicious. Edward might not scorn him as most military did, but the half-dwarf did not trust the man.

"Trying to save the prince," the blond lieutenant general answered. "Glozelle is headed for him right now."

The doctor made a split second decision. "Go prepare two horses and wait at the gates. Pack food and arms, but don't let anyone see you."

Edward nodded. "You're staying behind?"

Cornelius nodded. "I would only slow you down. Now go." Edward ran. Arms first, he though and barreled into the armory. He grabbed a mail shirt, an extra sword, two bows and four quivers of arrows. Then he emptied out the sack of polishing equipment and headed for the kitchen. Bread, cheese, dried meat, but mostly bread was shoved into the sack and he tied the top tight. The stables were next. Quickly, he saddled the prince's horse and his favorite mount, a black gelding that had been his mount in the last battle.

Quickly, he tied the four quivers onto the saddles, one for each side. The mail shirt went on one side of his horse and the food on the other to balance out the weight. Just as he led the two animals out into the courtyard, the Doctor came down one of the stairways dragging Caspian behind. "Wait," the prince stalled. "Why is he helping us? I thought it was my uncle's orders to kill me."

Edward spread his arms wide. "I've never liked bossy superiors. Now let's go, before they find us."

Caspian and Edward mounted up and the older man kept his horse still as the Doctor talked to his pupil and handed him something. "Now go, out the gates," the old man said and Caspian kicked his mount into action.

The Lieutenant General stopped him. "No, we'll go out the side passage. Follow me," he ordered the prince and headed to the right. They rode through alleyways and back streets, some so thin that the quivers on the sides of the saddles scraped against the stone walls. But no one saw them winding through the castle until they reached the small gate in the great wall.

Caspian looked on in slight wonder. "I didn't know about this," he said.

Edward shrugged. "Glozelle and I found it when we were running from the drill sergeant one time. Come on."

There was a sentry posted by the door, but Edward just waved to him and the soldier unlatched the door. "Sir," he said and bowed as they rode past and out into the night. They made it out of the castle without the alarm being raised, but the horses spooked from a loud noise behind them before they'd gotten very far.

The commander and the prince looked up and saw the whole sky painted in colors as the castle fired off firework after firework. "Is that for my uncle's son," Caspian asked.

Elric nodded. "Yes."

The brunette looked wistfully at the bright night sky. "Were there fireworks when I was born?"

Edward just shrugged. "Don't know, I wasn't there," he answered. "We should keep going." He flicked the reins and spurred his horse into a cantor. Caspian turned away from the castle of his birth and followed his sword tutor into the night.

When they reached the forest, the two riders slowed to a walk to make it easier on the horses and avoid getting hit by any branches. "Where are we going?" Caspian asked the older man.

As he ducked another branch, the blond answered. "An old hideout of mine, it's pretty close to the River Rush. Besides, there are people there you should meet."

For a while longer, they rode in silence until the young prince broke it with a question. "Why are you helping me?"

Edward shrugged. "I wanted to, and because I think you can help Narnia. But mostly because I wanted to." He looked around and halted his horse. "We're here." Both men dismounted and tied their reigns to a nearby tree. Caspian looked around the area. They were still in the woods, but though it was dark, it didn't seem as dangerous as the rumors led him to believe. Actually, it seemed like any other woods. An owl hooted in the branches and other normal nighttime sounds filled the air. Nothing remotely spooky about the place, really. He turned around when he heard a knock and saw his sword tutor standing next to the trunk of an enormous tree with his fist still on the wood. "Come on, Nikabrik, don't leave me out here," Edward chastised and looked back at Caspian. "Loosen the saddles and let the horses graze. We'll probably be here a while."

The prince did as asked. While he worked, he could hear Edward talking to the tree. "Trufflehunter, please let us in, I know you remember me." Then a panel of bark, which was in fact a small door, swung back on hinges and the smallest man Caspian had ever seen reached out and grabbed Edward by the arm.

And here we have Narnia with Edward. THe ending on this chapter took me a while to get right, and I'll explain more as the story goes on. But please review!