Hello once more and welcome back to 'The Call'.

I'm really happy because I have over ten chapters in this story! I plan to make it at least fifteen chapters long, but with the way it's going, it will probably be longer. I hope you like this news. Sorry it's not as long as the last chapter, but I had to end it where it was.

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Anyway, I have had, over the past four months 'The Call' has been on the website, exactly 3418 hits to date! Wow! I am so happy with that, so thank you to everyone who's viewed this story.

To get the descriptions for the battle outfits in the last chapter, I spent about fifteen minutes looking at the photo from the link on my profile, trying to put into words the four older monarchs outfits!

P.S

I have published a Narnian One-Shot with Edmund Pevensie. It's something I came up with one night, and I would very much appreciate it if you were to read that one as well. I really enjoyed writing it, and it is called 'What Would You Say If I Told You It Was Real?' Thanks!

I do not own Narnia or any of the characters that belong to the story – they belong to C.S Lewis and no financial profit is made from this story.

Therefore, on with the story...

Six large Minotaurs stood in the doorway. I stood up and grabbed Lucy, causing my body to shield hers. I was worried because there were only ten soldiers in the room, and it would take at least two of them to fight one Minotaur; they were giant, and had axes as well as swords.

The ten troops began fighting, but one Minotaur, a grey one, broke free of the huddle. Its black eyes saw me trying to get Lucy away from the room, and charged at us, holding its axe out to kill us.

Lucy screamed as I pushed her onto the steps, just as the Minotaur swung its axe down. The axe smashed into the marble, sending fragments everywhere. One piece gashed my collarbone, sending a sharp sting up my neck. I clambered to my feet, distracting the Minotaur from Lucy and pulled my sword out of its sheath.

I blocked the Minotaurs axe as it swung down to hit Lucy. I managed to knock its axe out of its hands – well, claws – sending the axe sliding across the floor, away from us. It roared and pulled its only sword out. Using its arm, it smashed into me. I yelled with pain as I hit the throne behind me. I got back to my feet, grabbed Lucy and pulled her away from the Minotaur.

It tried to grab us, but a slash to its arm made it shy away. My stomach lurched painfully when I saw the blood on my sword, but I ignored it, knowing I had to protect Lucy.

"Lucy!"

"Alena!"

I looked up and saw the four monarchs were battling their way through the hall, towards Lucy and me.

"Look out!" Lucy clutched at my arm.

I looked away from the monarchs just in time, to see the Minotaur, now weapon less, charging at us.

Instinctively, I thrust my sword out. The Minotaur let out a roar of agony as my sword pierced its flesh, before falling on the Valiant Queen and me, both of us screaming.

"No!" someone at the other end of the hall cried.

I had landed on my side, trying to cover Lucy's body with my own, in an attempt to protect her from the Minotaur's crushing weight. However, I was finding it hard to breath under the thick, smelly fur. The next thing I knew, the weight of the Minotaur had been pulled off us. I looked up and saw Peter and Edmund were holding their hands out to help us to our feet. I moved off Lucy, so Peter could help her up, and then took Edmund's hand. He pulled me into a tight hug, burying his face in my hair.

"You had me worried sick," he said to me.

"I fine," I simply replied, keeping him close to me.

As we broke apart, I looked down at the Minotaur. I saw it had a large sword protruding from its chest, and, with a jolt of horror, realised it was mine.

"That's my sword," I whispered.

"That it is," Caspian nodded.

"I killed it."

"And we're proud you did; it could have killed you or Lucy," Susan added.

"But...I killed it," I looked up at her.

"Yes," Peter said hesitantly.

I held my hands to my mouth, realising that I had killed someone – well, more of a something. I felt the same lurch in my stomach, but this time, it was weaker. I guess I was just more worried that I had just had my first kill.

I backed away from the body slowly, turning away from it.

"Alena? Are you alright?" Edmund asked me, standing in front of me with his hands on my shoulders.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm fine, I just need some space."

I walked down the marble steps and sat on the bottom on, my head in my hands.

"Susan...?" Edmund trailed off. "She's panicking but I don't know why."

"It's her first kill," Lucy explained softly.

Edmund sat next to me and wrapped me in a hug. I leant into him, with my head on his chest gently.

"Oh," Susan gasped.

"I remember how hard my first kill was," Caspian said.

"I'm fine, I just...just...oh bother," I muttered.

"Come on, you'll be fine; you're a strong lass," Edmund said.

Ten minutes later, I was sat on one of the thrones, happier because the bodies had been removed. Lucy sat on the steps to the throne, her back against my legs, and Susan sat in the throne beside us. Peter, Edmund and Caspian were stood up, pacing the odd time.

"But, I personally haven't seen creatures that evil since the White Witch," Edmund said, wincing slightly.

Everyone, with the exception of me, stiffened at Edmund's statement.

"Who's the White Witch?" I asked them.

They all looked at me, their expressions ranging from shock to wonder.

"I forgot we haven't told you," Peter muttered.

"Told me what?"

"How we first arrived in Narnia," Susan answered.

"We were sent to the country, as evacuees in the Second World War, and we stayed with Professor Digory Kirke. In his house, well mansion, we found an old wardrobe, and inside the wardrobe, we found Narnia. I had been in twice before, and Edmund had been in once before. Whilst we were there as a family, Edmund...well, he'll tell you the details later, but the White Witch held him hostage. Peter, Su and I journeyed to the Stone Table, where we found Aslan. He prepared us to fight with an army, whilst the White Witch prepared her own. The White Witch visited the camp, after Edmund was rescued by some Narnians, and spoke to Aslan. He sacrificed himself instead of Edmund on the Stone Table, leaving Peter and Edmund to lead the army. Su and I stayed with Aslan, who returned to life, whilst Peter and Edmund fought against the White Witch. She stabbed Edmund with her sword, after he broke her wand, and Aslan killed the White Witch. We were then crowned as the Kings and Queens of Narnia, and ruled over the country for fifteen years. When we were hunting the White Stag, we walked back into the wardrobe and found ourselves young again. The Professor found us, as we fell out of the wardrobe, and we discovered he knew about Narnia as well," Lucy told me.

"A year later, we were standing on a platform at a train station, when we were called back to Narnia again, this time, to help Caspian," Peter looked at me.

"My Uncle Miraz wanted my throne, so he tried to kill me. All he succeeded in doing, however, was uniting the Narnians against him, with Peter, Susan, Edmund Lucy and I leading them. After a defeat at taking over the castle, I met the White Witch, but she needed a drop of Son of Adam or Daughter of Eve's blood to allow her to live again. The Pevensie's helped me out of the trance she put me in and, thanks to Edmund, we defeated her. After that, Peter challenged Miraz to a duel. Miraz lost, but Peter let him live. One of Miraz's advisors killed him, but made it seem like it was the Narnians fault. The Telmarines jumped into battle and we fought. Lucy sought out Aslan, who helped us to win. A few days after my coronation, Aslan showed us a doorway, leading to your world. He told the Pevensie's they could stay, until they were no longer needed, and had learnt what they can. As you can see, they stayed, with the Telmarines and Narnians. As few groups of the Telmarines stayed, but a fair amount went back to Telmar, living peacefully. A year into my reign, your story began," Caspian explained.

"So, you believe the White Witch is behind the attacks, somehow?" I asked them.

"Yes, but we're still working on a suspicion," Susan nodded.

"But why am I here then?"

"You'll find out; we have Narnians searching for a prophecy that links you to Narnia," Peter informed me.

I looked at my hands, relaying their story in my head and thinking about how I could be related to these attacks and who is behind them.

"Okay, I think I understand," I said, after a few moments of silence.

They five monarchs all had looks of relief that washed out their other expressions of worry and fear.

"Thank you, at least you're accepting it," Lucy grinned at me, before trying to stifle a yawn.

I too, found myself yawning, and I then realised how exhausted I was from emotional and physical stress.

"You should go to bed; you're bound to be tired from tonight's events," Susan said.

"I think we should all get some sleep; the next few days are going to be hard on us all," Edmund agreed.

Peter helped an exhausted Lucy to her feet, before giving her a piggyback to her room. Caspian held Susan by her waist as they walked together, and Edmund had my hand whilst we walked through the corridors.

"I can't believe how brave you were. You don't know how much panic and fear coursed through my body when that Minotaur fell on you and Lucy," Edmund told me.

I looked up at him with weary eyes.

"I was scared for you when you ran away to fight, I honestly thought something bad was going happen to you," I whispered.

He turned to me, stopping us from walking further. He looked at me for a few seconds, before wrapping me in a hug. I wound my own arms around his back, my head reaching his shoulder and closed my eyes.

"You don't need to, I hate to boast, but I am the best swordsman in the land," he said. "So I'll be fine."

I hugged him tighter, not wanting to think about the worst he could come to in a fight.

"Let's go to bed; we'll talk more in the morning," he said, letting go of me.

Edmund walked me to my room, where he bade me a 'Good night', gave me one last hug and then left for his room.

I slipped out of my outfit, pulled on my nightdress and fell onto the bed. I wrapped the covers around me and fell asleep.

I opened my eyes and saw I was standing in the middle of a circle of large stones. I saw that there was only blackness around the stones, and the only light came from between the largest two stones, which was a pale blue light.

That was when I noticed two things; the first was that I stood next to a large, Stone Table that had been cracked in two. The table had runes carved onto it, obviously telling some sort of story.

The second thing I noticed, after the Stone Table, was that it was awfully cold. As I breathed out, I could see my breath condense in front of my eyes.

"Hello my dear," a cool voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I looked up and saw a tall, pale woman with blonde hair standing before me. I noticed I had seen her somewhere before, but I didn't know where. She wore a white dress with a fur mantle, and held a staff of ice in her hands.

"Who are you?" I asked her, feeling scared.

"I, my dear, am your Aunt," she announced.

"No – You're the White Witch!" I shouted, stumbling back as I realised the truth.

"Finally, you're realised, now all I need is one drop, and I am free."

That was when I realised she was behind a thick sheet of ice, and I was glad it separated us. Raising her hand, she began to reach out from the ice, to me. Slowly, her hand passed through the ice.

"Stop!" I screamed.

I jerked awake, feeling cold sweat on my forehead. My breathing was laboured as I sat in bed. I was cold and I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked up at the curtains and saw light was pouring the gaps in the material. I ran a hand through my hair and let out a sigh.

I threw the covers off me and got out of bed. I grabbed a dress from the closet and wandered to the bathroom. I splashed my face with cool water and then proceeded to get changed.

I pulled on a red dress, with a silver underskirt and under sleeves, a square neckline and silver stripes on the velvet corset. I yanked a pair of brown boots onto my feet and padded back into the room. I braided my hair into a braid with a red ribbon woven into the strands. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes, before opening the curtains. I sat on the bed, wondering what to do that morning. Looking out of the window, I saw it was sunny with few clouds in the sky, which was a lovely clear blue.

I smiled to myself and decided to go for a wander around the castle.

I walked out of the room and quietly closed the door behind me. I strolled down the corridor and leant on the balcony overlooking the inner courtyard. After a few peaceful minutes, I decided to resume my wanderings. I held the front of my dress up as I walked down the stairs, so I wouldn't fall flat on my face.

"Good morning, you're up early, my dear," a female eagle said, flying next to me.

Her name was Aria, and she was one of the cooks in the kitchens. Her job was to fly up to the highest shelves and take the ingredients needed back to the table and the cook who needed them. I also knew, from meeting her a few times, that she had a mate and three chicks.

"Morning Aria," I smiled at her. "I'm up early today because I..."

"You...?"

I tried to remember why I woke up early, but I couldn't.

"Funnily enough, I can't remember why."

"Well, it is early; you're up before Peter, and he usually gets up at around five," Aria said, flying with me as I carried on.

"Really? I usually wake up at eight, if that," I laughed.

She laughed with me, until a flour-covered Faun came running down the corridor to us.

"Aria, Aria!" the Faun shouted. "You're needed in the kitchens."

"On my way," Aria turned to me. "I'm sorry dear, but it appears they tried to get the flour without me there. Goodbye and I'll see you soon."

"See you," I called as she flew after the Faun.

I carried on walking through the castle, deep in thought.

I was trying to remember why I woke up early; I never wake up early unless something had happened. All I could remember was the attack on the castle last night. I found myself walking through the inner courtyard, towards the library. I gently pushed the doors open and went inside. The library was huge, and I smiled at the number of books there were. I looked around the dusty room and frowned at how dark it was. I saw a set of thick curtains on the east wall, drawn together. I walked over to them and, with a flourish, threw them apart. The light from the rising sun poured into the room, causing the brass, silver and gold features in the room to shine and glisten. I turned around and smiled at how welcoming the room looked now. I paced through the aisles of books, tracing my fingers over the spines of them as I did so. I wandered in and out of the shelves for about half an hour, going from 'A' to 'Z' and back to 'A' again.

"If you want something to read, why don't you talk to Lucy?" someone said, making me jump.

I spun around and saw Edmund was leaning against the bookshelf I stood by.

"Stop sneaking up on me," I complained, leaning against the opposite bookshelf.

He laughed and walked towards me.

"Why are you up this early?"

"Why are you?"

"I'm King, meaning my question overrules yours."

"I'm not sure, I woke up for some reason, but I can't remember why," I told him.

Edmund stopped walking and stood in front of me, making me flush.

"You know," he began. "I haven't had my morning kiss yet."

He bent his head, pressing me against the bookshelf and leant on his hands that were pressed against the books on either side of my head. He brushed his lips against my forehead, my nose and then hovered over my lips, causing my heart to beat erratically.

"So, you want a morning kiss?" I asked him breathlessly, a plan forming in my head.

"Of course," he murmured, tracing my lips with one hand.

"Shame really; you're not getting one."

I ducked out of his grasp and ran to the end of the aisle. He mock-glared at me, before chasing after me. I laughed and, picking up my skirts, sprinted out of the library. I shut the doors and leant on them, trying to keep Edmund inside. He threw himself at the doors, causing me to laugh and lean on them harder.

"Alena? What are you doing?" Peter asked me, walking towards me.

"Well-," I began, but a shouting Edmund cut me off.

"Pete? Is that you? Alena locked me in!"

Peter turned to look at me with raised eyebrows. I grinned at him, before concentrating on keeping Edmund inside the library.

"I'll explain later."

The banging on the doors ceased, allowing me to relax a bit.

"Alena?"

"Well, Edmund asked me for a kiss, but I didn't give it to him, so he chased me and I locked him inside," I explained to Peter.

Suddenly, the doors behind me burst open and something grabbed me, causing me to scream in shock and Peter to jump backwards, laughing.

"Got you," Edmund said into my ear.

"Your face Alena," Peter choked out between laughter. "Was absolutely brilliant."

Obviously, my screams caused people to think I was in trouble, so Caspian, Susan, Lucy, Torin and a group of Narnians, all with their weapons drawn, came running down the corridor towards us.

"What happened?" Susan asked us.

Peter Edmund and I looked at each other, back at the group and at each other again, before bursting into laughter, unable to stop.

"Peter?" Lucy tried to ask the High King, but she couldn't get a coherent reply from him.

"I am sorry," Edmund choked out. "We were just joking about."

"And screaming is joking about?" Susan arched one eyebrow.

"Edmund made me jump," I giggled.

At that, everyone visibly relaxed and put their weaponry away once they realised there was no danger.

"So, we ran here, from the other side of the castle, for no reason?" Caspian asked.

I nodded, as did Peter and Edmund, our laughter subsiding.

Susan huffed and walked off, muttering angrily under her breath. Caspian follower her, and the rest of the Narnians dispersed, leaving Lucy watching us.

"So, why were you laughing?"

"Well..." Edmund sent me an evil grin, before going into full detail about the recent events.

And there is chapter 11 of 'The Call'. I wasn't going to end it that soon, but the next part flows altogether, so it would take me too long to write.

I hope you all had a lovely Christmas – I did, I got 'The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian – Soundtrack' on CD, Tokio Hotel 'Scream' on CD, 'The Twilight Saga: Eclipse Soundtrack' on CD and DVD and a new pair of Converse! I really needed some more, but I nearly didn't get it because my sister ordered them off Amazon, so we got them on Christmas Eve.

I hope you all like the One-Shot I wrote – think of it as a late Christmas present from met to you.

I'll see you next time,

Alexandra the Dreamer.