Here's the next chapter, so that it's quite a bit later up than usual. There's quite a lot in this chapter on Peter, Susan, Lucy, Trumpkin and someone else but it's needed for the next chapter which is where the action starts, so enjoy.

The water was a mix between calm and angry. The sunlight shone on to some of the water causing it to glow slighly. The sand on the very edge of the beach had become a darer colour and slightly wet and cold from the waves that had washed against it. The land around it was full of dark green plants and trees, with smal spaces of gravel like sand in the small form of a beach.

The birds chruped as the waves were pushed aside by strong wood that had been cut into a simple shape. A boat moved across the top of the water moving along steadily thanks to the oers that were held by someone to have the boat be able to move so simply.

Two men, clad in the same helmets, chainmail and armour sat in the boat. One held a crossbow while one was rowing the boat. Both of them were looking around their surroundings. The one with the oers seemed more focused on something that the one with the crossbow didn't.

"He won't stop staring." The one that that was rowing said as he looked at the small creature that was on the boat.

The creature was Narnian. Well from he old Narnian tales that was. They were thought to not exsist anymore, however that was obviousy the wrong thing to believe. The creature was a dwarf to be exact. Yes he was small, but he was still very scary, especially when he stared at you for a long amount of time.

The dwarf was tied up, with rope around it's hands, feet and mouth. They could have locked the thing up in a cell, but instead they had been ordered to come out on to the river as far away from what they called civilisation as possible and kill him.

"So don't look." The other one with the crossbow said averting his eyes to look in a different direction.

"Here's far enough." The one that had been rowing the boat, dropped the oers and moved to pick up the small dwarf that they had on the boat, the other one dropping the crossbow to help. They were about to throw the Narnian creature over the boat as they had been ordered and to make sure that it did drown.

The boat shook as an arrow hit the side of it.

Susan shot her arrow at the boat hitting it directly where she had aimed. She draw another arrow and aimed towards the men again. Peter and Lucy ran along to the beach to stand beside their sister, now fully dressed in their old Narnian clothing along with their gifts from Father Christmas at hand. Peter and Lucy stopped, the blonde brother drawing his sword and pointing it in the same direction as Susan was her arrow.

"Drop him!" She shouted.

"Crows and crockery!" The said, his voice muffled by the rope around his mouth as the two soldiers looked over in shock at the three children. They then looked down at the dwarf before chucking him into the water, doing exactly what Susan had said.

Not that Susan meant it in that context.

Lucy stayed stood where she was, but she didn't look very happy. Susan still kept her arrow pointed towards the soldiers, focusing on them and them alone. Peter broke into a run and began to run towards the water. He knew that if Edmund was here then he would follow without hestitation, even though he would be rescuing a dwarf.

As soon as Peter was out of the way, one of the soldiers reached for the crossbow that they had dropped earlier. As soon as he stood back up Susan shot her arrow, the magical gift hitting the soldier square in the heart, killing him easily. The man shouted as he fell over the side of the boat, the other soldier just followed the other man into the water, hoping that it would save him the same death from a very exact and obviously well gifted archer.

Even if she seemed like such a young girl to be involved in something like this.

Peter dived into the water and grabbed a hold of the little dwarf and using the bottom of the river base to give himself the momentum to return upwards towards the sunlight began to swim back up to the beach, pulling the dwarf up to the surface with him. The little dwarf trying to swim, but was held back by the ropes that binded his hands.

As Peter dragged the actually quite heavy body of the wet dwarf out of the water, the boat that had previously been occupied by the soldiers had drifted over to the beach, how Peter didn't know and didn't even want to question it.

Lucy and Susan had made their way over to where Peter had emerged from the water. Susan's bow was now held in her right hand and her brother's stood was in her left hand and both were placed by her side as she walked towards her brother and the small Narnian that he had rescued. And Lucy who held nothing in her hands walked beside her, but she too would soon hold something of her own.

Peter placed the dwarf down on to the sand. Lucy quickly draw her dagger before dropping to her kneww to cut the ropes off of the dwarf's hands, who then moved to remove the rope from around his mouth to spit out the sea water that he had swallowed in the sodiers attemps to drown him.

Lucy stood back up and looked around at her older sister and older brother, looking at their faces. Susan and Peter were just watching the dwarf waiting for it's first move, after all they hadn't been the most trustworthy in the past.

The dwarf stood and looked at the three siblings that stood doing the same for him. "Drop him!" His tone was angry, "That's the best you can come up with?"

"A simple 'thank you' would safice." Susan said, looking almost slightly taken aback by the statement, but she didn't make it extremly noticeable if she was.

Now that the dwarf had no rope around it's mouth the cut on his right cheek was obvious and very much more noticeable than it had been. He pointed towards the river, where the boat had once been and the soldiers who had tried to drown him, "They were doing fine drowning me without your help." His tone was one that still held anger. Susan looked over towards Peter. While Lucy remained focused on the dwarf.

"Maybe we should have let them." Peter said in reply even though the dwarf hadn't been looking directly at him when he spoke. The dwarf went silent and looked down to the sand covered ground.

"Why were they trying to kill you, anyway?" Lucy asked, not able to keep the question inside her any longer. She hadn't wanted to sound stupid, however she knew that she had.

"They're Telmarines. That's what they do." Peter, Susan and Lucy looked confused. However Peter knew that Edmund would have spoken his mind by now so Peter said the only thin that he could think of to say.

"In Narnia?"

The dwarf looked up, "Where have you been for the last few hundred years?" He asked the three, before looking down again. Lucy looked to Susan and they both smiled slightly.

"It's a bit of a long story." Lucy told the small creature. The dwarf looked up. Susan passed Peter hs sword back, while the dwarf watched the small interation carefully, focusing on the details that were on Peter's sword. Peter took the sword from his sister and then looked at the dwarf.

The dwarf seemed to realise something, but didn't seem to quite be able to put all of the pieces together as if something was missing and the three siblings could easily guess what that missing piece of the puzzle was.

Lucy's dress was orange and white and blew forward slightly in the wind, she was looking at the dwarf and he was looking at her. The youngest Pevensie's healing coridal and dagger were on her belt and she stood slightly sideways on.

Susan's dress was a purple colour with blue, her arrows were attached to a strap which was then placed over her right shoulder, the only thing that was missing off of that was her horn. She too stood slightly sideways on and she still held her bow her right hand. Susan was also watching the dwarf.

Peter stood square on facing the creature, being extremly careful of letting the dwarf near his brother, even though his brother wasn't actually here, however he was still being very cautious. He held his sword in his left hand and his clothes were heavier than they should be, due to the water, but the sun was sorting that quickly enough as it bor into his back.

You could almost imagine Edmund stood there as well, hand on his sword and wearing his favourite dark blue, greyish coloured shirt on.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," The dwarf paused, "You're it? You're the kings and queens of old?"

"High King Peter, the Magnificent." Peter stepped forward a step and held out his hand to the dwarf who just watched him.

"You probably could've left off the last bit." Susan said as Lucy pushed her hair out of her face. Peter could imagine Edmund smiling and snickering at Susan's previous comment.

The dwarf laughed, "Probably." He stopped laughing and smiled as he looked up at Peter, who was looking at him curiously still. The High King took a step back.

"You might be surprised." He said as he drew his famed sword and held it's point out towards the dwarf.

"You don't want to do that, boy." He said. Peter desperatly wanted Edmund to be here to fight the dwarf, after all he knew that Edmund hadn't gotten over the time that he had spent with the White Witch or her right hand dwarf and he wanted Edmund to get over that fear.

However he knew that his brother wasn't, so he would have to wait until another time.

"Your right, I wanted my brother too, but he's not here." The dwarf looked at them curiously.

"Where is he then?"

"King Edmund is lost somewhere, here in Narnia we do believe." Peter replied.

"Well there's only one way to find him then." The dwarf began to walk over towards the boat that was still resting against the beach's sand. "Beards and bedsteads. Maybe that horn worked after all." The dwarf said as they walked over towards the boat.

"What horn?" Susan asked now fully intrigued as to how a horn had suddenly come into this conversation and how that very horn could be her's. The four clambered in to the boat and all was explained.

The woods were gaint with many trees of different sizes as Edmund walked past them all as he made his way through the thick grass and still trees. Occasional sunight shone through the woods, however most of the time it was just woodand on it's own. Edmund hated being alone it Narnia as it made him feel vunerable almost as if the White Witch could just reach out and grab a hold of him again and Edmund didn't want that to happen. Not again at least.

As he made this way through the woods Edmund realised that he had now forgotten what direction he was actually heading in. He let his mind drift, not willing, but he just couldn't stop it from happening. Edmund could imagine the White Witch playing with his mind, taunting him. He could imagine her trickery when he had first met her. He could imagine her turning creatures to stone, Mr Tumnus, the small fox and even that little butterfly that flew past her head. He could imagine her ordering the wolves to hunt down his siblings that she only knew of, because of him. He could remember how useless he had felt at that moment in his life.

And he felt that way again now.

Useless, foolish and unable to do anything that he wanted to and the feeling that he felt the most, completely stupid.

Edmund continued walking until his feet were aching and he could barely walk. The youngest of the Pevensie brothers hung his head an walked in silence. The whole time that he had been here, he had so far found nothing at all that he rememebered and he hadn't seen a single Narnian, the trees hadn't talked or whispered anything to anyone or made a single sound.

There was barely even any wind blowing around the land and everything stood still, not even the grass moved nor the trees. Edmund just wished that he could meet up with his siblings again and see what they had found out about Narnia so far and why it seemed so different to what it had been before during the Golden Age when they had ruled the land.

His eyes blinked open and he looked around at were he was. The ceiling was very nicely decorated for wherever it was exactly that he was. He sat up in the small bed and swung his legs over the sides. He raised a hand to his head to feel the bandage that he found on it. He could hear noises at different points in time and that bothered him, especially when he was able to heae he start to a conversation.

"This bread is so stale." Said one voice.

"I'll just get him some soup. He should be coming around soon." Said a second voice, a more gentle voice.

"I don't think I hit him hard enough." The first voice spoke again. He rose from the bed a careuflly walked towards the small set of steps to see what was going on.

"Nikabrik, he's just a boy."

"He's a Telmarine, not some lost puppy. You said you were gonna get rid of him." A dwarf spoke, like the one that had knocked him out.

"No I said I'd take care of him." Said a badger. A talking badger who was the owner of the gentle voice. "We can't kill him now. I just bandaged his head. It would be like murdering a guest." The badger held a tray with a little pot, of what was presumably soup on.

"How do you think his friend are treating their guest?" The dwarf asked.

"Trumpkin knew what he was doing. It's not the boy's fault." And he chose that moment to jump out on them, startling the kind badger, co much that he dropped the try that he was holding. He made a run towards the doorway. The dwarf drew a knife and he stepped back towards were he had come from. Then he noiced the fire that was blazing and picked up one of the metal rods that sat beside it.

"Stop! Stop!" The badger was shouting as the pair set up the start of a fight scene. "Hold it. No, no!" The badger continued to shout while they started to fight.

"I told you we have killed when we had the chance." The dwarf said pointing his knife at the boy.

"You know why we can't." The badger said."

"If we're taking a vote, I'm with him." The boy replied, really beginning to have taken a liking to this talking badger.

"We can't let him go. He's seen us." The dwarf argued before trying to continue the fighting, knocking the boy down, so that he was of equal level sat on one of the steps.

"That's enough, Nikabrik! Or do I have to sit on your head again?" The badger asked the dwarf, stopping the fight. He turned to the boy, "And you. Look what you made me do. I spent half the morning on that soup."

"What are you?" The boy asked.

"You know, it's funny that you would ask that." The badger took the boys attention, "You think people would know a badger when they saw one."

"No. No, I mean... you're Narnians. You're supposed to be extinct."

"Sorry to disappoint you." The dwarf siad before walking over to the table to sit back down.

"Here you go. Still hot." The badger placed a tray of soup onto the table.

"Since when did we open a boarding house for Telmarine soliders?" The dwarf asked again, obviously still not liking the badgers way of looking at things.

"I'm not a soldier." The boy spoke up gaining both of the Narnian's attntion as he stood up. "I am Prince Caspain. The tenth."

"What are you doing here?" The dwarf asked, now seeming to be calm.

"Running away." Caspian replied, "My uncle had always wanted my throne. I suppose I have only lived this long, because he did not have an heir of his own."

"Well that changes things." The badger said.

"Yeah." The dwarf agreed, "Means we don't have to kill you ourselves."

"You're right." Caspain agreed before making a move to grab his armour.

"Where are you going?" The badger asked.

"My uncle won't stop until I am dead." Caspian told the pair of Narnian's as he put his armour on.

"But you can't leave. You're meant to save us." The badger picked up the horn that lay on the table, "Don't you know what this is?" Silence filled the small house as Prince Caspian, the dwarf and the badger all looked down at the magical horn.

Peter rowed the small Telmarine boat with little effort. Susan was either watching Peter or the dwarf, while Lucy was looking around at whatever surrounded her. Susan looked up at some of the trees that made up a wood and instantly thought of her brother; King Edmund of the Western Woods. Yet something was right about the trees, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what that something was. Susan didn't have to look at her sister to know that she was doing and thinking the same.

"They're so still." Lucy said gaining the dwarf's attention.

The dwarf looked up at the trees. "They're trees. What'd you expect?"

"They used to dance."

"Wasn't long after you left that the Telmarines invaded," Everyone's attention was on the trees and the dwarf, even Peter was listening to the dwarf's story, "Those who survived reatreated to the woods. And the trees, they retreated so deep into themselves that they haven't been heard from since."

"I don't understand." Lucy started, "How could Aslan have let this happen?"

"Aslan?" The dwarf was hald questioning Lucy's knowledge when he spoke, "Thought he abandoned us when you lot did." The Narnian looked to the water and now one knew exactly what to say.

"We didn't mean to leave, you know." Peter said breaking the silence as he continued to row the boat along the water.

The dwarf looked up. "Makes no difference now, does it."

"Get us to the Narnian's... and it will." Peter said determandly. They weren't going to let Narnia or Edmund down.

The woods were getting colder and making the youngest Pevensie brother fell very cold in his school uniform, but Edmund could strangely still feel the sun trying to break through the woods still and silent trees to warm his body, mind and soul again. The coldness that he was feeling was reminding him so much of the time that he had spent with the White Witch, Jadis.

The witch who had imprisoned him, tried to take his family from him, turned many Narnians to stone and killed loads who didn't deserve to die. She had then set up a camp and tied him to a tree and had her dwarf keep a close eye on him and then she had fought the Battle of Beruna against them all, proving that she had more power than the four Pevensie's had expected that she had held. She had nearly killed him and Peter, but Aslan had arrived and saved his brother and then Lucy had saved him using her coridal, her beloved gift from Father Christmas, who had visited Edmund the first winter that he was a King and given him an extra present.

And the warmth reminded him of the time that he had spent with the great lion Aslan.

Aslan who had forgiven him instantly and had cared for him exactly the same as he had Peter, Susan and Lucy, as well as every other creature that lived in Narnia, in his army or not. Aslan who had given him a sword and a very trusted horse called Phillip to be his friend. Aslan who had reunighted him with his family and given him the best lessons and time of his life. However when they had become the Kings and Queens of Narnia, Aslan had left them that night to fare alone with each other and their found friends for company and the four children had never seen him again even years later.

Then Edmund tripped over nothing at all really and found himself laying on the sand. The waves crashed against the beach and Edmund couldn't help but smile he was out of the woods.

Edmund loved his new surroundings as they were much better than his old surroundings and they were so much brighter as well. The young Pevensie no longer felt at the grasp of the White Witch. Picking himself up off of the ground Edmund walked across the beach. It was warmer here than it was in the woods and Edmund quickly pulled off his hat, scarf and blazer as he continued to walk allowing the sun to warm his back.

Then he looked up and noticed the ruins of what looked like a castle. Edmund didn't remember there being any ruins in Narnia, but that didn't seem to matter at the moment. Because when Edmund looked around it made sense as to where he was.

Cair Paravel.

The boat stopped at the beaches end and the little dwarf jumped out of the boat with a length of rope. Lucy climbed out next, followed by Susan and then Peter. Lucy looked around at the beach that was surrounded by trees. She knew it wasn't wise, but she began to walk across the sand.

The dwarf chucked the little anchor on the end of the rope into the sand as Susan and Peter pulled on the rope to bring the boat onto the sand covered land. Lucy held on hand lightly on the small hilt of her dagger as she walked across the gravel like sand that was beneath her feet as she looked around before she noticed a black bear.

"Hello, there." She said to the bear with a smile. Susan and Peter looked over at her as she continued to walk towards the bear who just growled in responce to her words. "It's all right. We're friends."

The dwarf walked along the sound and hearing the bear looked over in the direction that he heard the sound come from to see Lucy getting ever closer to the creature. "Don't move, Your Majesty." Lucy turned around to face the dwarf wondering why he was telling her not to move closer to what was a friend of the four Kings and Queen's form the Golden age. She wasn't looking behind her, so she didn't she the bear begin to charge towards her.

That was until she turned around to face the creature and then she understood the dwarf's point.

Fear gripped at Lucy as she turned and ran towards her older siblings and the small dwarf, the bear chasing her and gaining on her quickly. The dwarf ran towards the boat. And Susan drew her bow and an arrow and began to run towards Lucy and the bear that persuied her.

"Stay away from her!" She shouted, nervousness for her younger sister showed a hint of being present in her voice. Peter headed to the boat to grab his sword and shield. The dwarf too headed towards the boat to grab something.

Lucy looked over her shoulder at the bear that was quickly picking up it's pace to nearly step on her feet. Lucy was breathing heavily from all of the running that she had done at such a fast and rushed pace and she was sure that she could feel herself lose her balance as she looked back towards the boat. There was a chance that Lucy would have reached her siblings had she not tripped and fell to the ground.

Susan held her arrow still and in the back of her mind she could hear Edmund's voice shouting at her, telling her to shoot. Lucy screamed as the bear jumped up to stand on it's back legs and she was sure that it was going to kill her before an arrow peirced into the beasts flesh.

Caspian struggled to pick his legs up through the tall grass. He stopped and they made their movement so obvious to him.

"I can hear you." Caspian said as he turned around. The dwarf and badger came out from their hiding point taht was behind two trees.

"I just think we should wait for the kings and queens." The badger said before Caspian turned around and continued walking. "Fine! Go then! See if the others will be as understanding!"

"Or maybe I'll come with you." Nikabrick started as he and the badger followed behind, "I want to see you explain things to the minotaurs." Caspian stopped and turned again.

"Minotaurs? They're real?"

"And very bad tempered." Badger told him.

"Yeah, not to mention big." Nikabrick spoke again.

"Huge."

"What about centaurs? Do they still exist?" Caspian asked as they started walking again.

"Well, the centaurs will probably fight in your side. But there's no telling what the others will do." Badger told him. Caspian stopped walking.

"What about Aslan?" Caspian asked not knowing whether it was the right thing to ask or not at this moment in time. Badger and Nikabrick stopped walking and turned to face him.

"How do you know so much about us?" Nikabrick asked.

"Stories." Caspain replied.

"Wait a minute. Your father told you stories about Narnia?" Badger asked.

"No, my professor, he..." Caspian trailed off, "Listen, I'm sorry. These are not the kind of questions you should be asking" The Prince started to walk again. Badger sniffed the air.

"What is it?" Nikabrick asked.

"Human."

"Him?"

"No. Them." Badger said as he looked over in the direction of many Telmarine soldiers who were all carring crossbows and swords at hand.

"There they are!" One of screamed.

"Run!" Caspian shouted before he badger and Nikabrick began to do so. The soldiers followed them shooting numerous numbers of arrows in their direction. "Now!" The soldiers shouted as they continued to shoot at them. One arrow hit badger. Nikabrick stopped and turned and so did Caspian.

"Oh, no." Nikabrick said before starting to run towards his fallen friend.

"Wait. I'll go." Caspain ran to badger.

"Take it. Go! It's more important than I am." He held out the horn to Caspian who took it and put it away. He watched the soldiers approch and suddnely start falling to the ground, yelling. Caspian watched for a moment before reaching down to pick up badger and make a ran for it. The soldiers still firering at them and still they were being cut down by this mysterious force.

"Get him out of here." Caspian said as he gave badger to Nikabrick, he then turned to face the soldiers and drew his sword. Only one soldier remained and he threw down his crossbow and drew his sword cutting at the grass to find the hidden killer, Caspian just watched until that one remaining soldier fell as well. Then whatever it was came towards him. It jumped out of the grass, Caspian landed on his back, a small sword being pointed at him by a mouse.

"Choose your last words carefully, Telmarine."

"You are a mouse."

"I was hoping for something a little more original. Pick up your sword." Caspian looked over at his sword before looking back at the mouse.

"No, thanks."

"Pick it up! I will not fight an unarmed man."

"Which is why I might live longer if I choose not to cross blades with you, noble mouse." Caspian was desperatly trying to find a way out of this situation.

"I said I would not fight you. I didn't say I'd let you live!"

"Reepicheep!" Badger called, "Stay your blade!"

"Trufflehunter?" Reepicheep replied and Caspian now knew that the badger was called Trufflehunter. What strange manes these Narnian's had. "I trust you have a very good reason for this untimely interruption."

"He dosen't. Go ahead." Nikabrick said.

"He's the one who blew the horn." Trufflehunter told the mouse.

"What?" The mouse was in shock.

"Then let him bring it forward." Said a new voice. Caspain looked uo to see a centaur that carried a sword walking towards them with three others following him. "This is the reason we have gathered."

The arrow looked like one of Susan's.

Lucy looked over at her brother and sister and the dwarf and saw that Susan's arrow hadn't moved, but someone else had shot the arrow that had just saved her life.

The dwarf.

Susan lowered her bow and the arrow that it still held and turned around to look at the dwarf. Lucy did the same. The little dwarf held a bow in his hand and had obviously just shot the arrow that had killed the bear instantly. He too lower his bow. Peter still held his sword, but watched the dwarf with new founded care for it having just saved his younger sister's life. Maybe the dwarf's weren't as bad anymore as they used to be when they had served her. The White Witch, Jadis.

"Why wouldn't he stop?" Susan asked as the dwarf walked past her.

"I suspect he was hungry." The dwarf waked by and Peter ran after him, Susan staying still for a moment to think, before she to followed.

Lucy remained in the same postition she had been in when the bear had made it's strke to try and kill her, just looking at the bear in shock and sadness. Peter reached her first, as he had longer legs than the dwarf and was much faster than the dwarf and Susan anyway.

He placed his hand underneath the top of Lucy's arm and pulled her up off of the ground, never taking his eyes off of the bear, pointing the tip of his sword at it, in case it jumped up. Luct placed a hand on to Peter's arm as she stood close to her older brother, completely petrified. The dwarf walked up beside them poking the bear with his bow to check that it was definatly dead. Peter lowered his sword, trusting the dwarf more than he had done before the incident.

"Thanks." Lucy said feeling that the dwarf deserved the one simple word to be said to it. Susan now stood with her siblings as well, her bow still held with the arrow as well. Peter could imagine Edmund talking about how wild the bear was, after all the bears that had fought with them before were nothing od the sort.

"I don't think he could talk at all." Peter said. The dwaf was still poking the bear with it's bow.

"Get treated like a dumb animal long enough, and that's what you become." Susan seemed to understand just about where the dwarf was coming from as she figgited slightly on the spot. The dwarf drew his knife and knelt down by the bear, "You may find Narnia a more savage place than you remember."

Lucy gasped and berried her head into Peter as the dwarf began to remove the bears fur. Peter knew that they had to find Edmund really quickly before there wasn't an Edmind for them to find, because the dwarf was right and Peter was sure that Edmund had found or would find this out for himself soon.

Narnia was a more savage place than they all remembered.

Sorry for the late update I will make my next one much quicker. Also there will be lot's of action from the next chapter onwards, so that will probaly be the trailer from

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