"Want some toast?"

The boy with dark hair held out the piece of bread to me. He was even kind enough to add a slab of butter to it. I had been watching him devour food for nearly an hour now. He had every right to be starving, though; the dungeon food wasn't very satisfying for the stomach. Or the soul. I couldn't help but glance down at his busted lip and wonder how much it hurt.

I quickly looked away before he could tell that I was staring and shook my head, "No, I don't really eat anymore, remember?"

I watched his face fall in defeat. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I keep forgetting."

I gave him a reassuring smile and went to pat his shoulder before I remembered that I couldn't touch him. I sighed, "It's alright, Ed. If it helps, I can't remember what food taste like, so I don't really remember what I'm missing."

"Doesn't that worry you?" Another voice asked. I turned my head to see the other three kids looking down at me. The older boy had spoken up again before I could ask them how long they were standing there, "I mean…. You've explained that you're slowly forgetting small things, and… Doesn't that bother you?"

I shrugged, fully knowing that ignorance was bliss.

When I leave, I won't remember this. When I leave, I won't miss this.

"It's not like I've forgotten anything important. It's just the small things."

For now.

No Name's POV

The light was dim when I reopened my eyes. My head throbbed immensely and my whole body felt stiff and stuck. When I became aware of my surroundings, I wasn't looking at the dark envelope of leaves above my head but the middle of a round ceiling. Nothing compared to the castles' ceiling though.

I tried to recall my dream, understand what it was about and why it felt so real, but I was interrupted before I could. I sat up on the fur covered bed just as Caspian walked in. He had to duck to keep his head from hitting the ceiling. It felt good to see a familiar place in such an unfamiliar setting.

As soon as he sat down at the end of the bed, I asked, "Where are we?"

He opened his mouth as if ready to give an explanation, but nothing came out. His brows furrowed together as if he was struggling to find words. He frowned at the dirt floor as I watched him, slowly becoming more aware of what had happened before.

"Where are the guards? The horse? You fell! What…"

My words died in my throat as I saw the strangest thing I've ever seen; even odder than my bizarre dreams. A badger walked into the room carrying a handful of bandages. He walked on his hind legs as if he was walking like a person and when he looked up, he smiled at me.

"Oh, hello," the badger said. "It's good to see you're awake."

I'm sure if it was ANYONE but me, they would've had something intelligent or at least sensible to say, but the first thing that came out of my mouth was, "B-but… You're a badger!"

"Indeed, I am." The badger sighed before placing the bandages on my head. I glanced at Caspian who somehow didn't seem surprised as the badger added, "How's your head?"

I reached up to touch the bandages that I had just noticed and gave a shaky laugh, "I really don't know."

Caspian placed a hand on my knee then and I've never seen him so serious. "Look… We need to talk."

Caspian's POV

"Everything you know is about to change."

I didn't know what to expect when the professor had given us his warning. But then again, there were a lot of things I hadn't expected; my Uncle had a son and tried to kill me, the professor threw me and Lost Girl on the back of a horse and told us to run, I almost died but two dwarves and a talking badger saved me.

Granted, Nikabrik wanted to kill me on sight. He believed I was a solider, out to find them and kill them. But I didn't even know they were still alive.

Lost Girl sat silently as the badger checked over her bandages and told her about how they've been in hiding ever since the Kings and Queens of Old disappeared. I watched her as she stared fixatedly on a random spot in the dirt, wondering what she was thinking. It wasn't until the badger left the room that she had finally spoke up:

"They've been hiding for so long…" she whispered.

I nodded, "They have."

Before I could put more input into the conversation and ask her if she was hungry, she added, "He said the horn has woken started everything? What does that mean?"

I hesitated just a tad before pulling the horn out of my pocket. It was heavy in my hand as if it bore the responsibility of the whole world. I held it out to her and she took it gently in her tiny hands as if it might break.

"He said it was magic," I explained. "Just like the stories the professor told… They believe it will bring us the Kings and Queens of old."

"And you don't?" I looked up at her brown eyes as she whispered, "You don't believe it?"

"They've been gone for years…" I reminded her. "Thousands and thousands of years… I don't even think they're still alive!"

She went silent again as her gaze drifted down to the horn that she still held close to her. She ran her thumb along the tooth of the porcelain lion and the only sound in the room was her quiet breathing and mine.

I never told her this, but I didn't name her Lost Girl because she was lost when she came to us. Although she looked hungry and scared when she first appeared in our throne room, she was anything but lost to me. She belonged in that castle more than any of us did; she learned subjects and weaponry far faster than any of the men in that stone building. She was never lost, I was.

Every time I looked at her, I found myself trying to understand her. She was like a painting that hadn't been colored in yet; it was all there, yet the details were missing. But the calm demeanor she had was almost unsettling. Then again, how are you supposed to react when you can't remember a single detail of your life? I always found myself lost in thoughts when I watched her and tried to understand what could possibly be going through her head.

Even badger had seemed curious of her situation when she was pasted out. He kept asking me questions like her name and where she came from. They were all questions I couldn't answer. And I couldn't ask Lost Girl because she wouldn't know either. Luckily, after she had woken up, his questions went to sleep.

One thing I do know, is she always takes me by surprise. And once again, she left me wordless as she asked, "Then what are we going to do?"

I'm determined to understand how she thinks, one day. But that day isn't going to be today.

No Name's POV

I did my best not to laugh, but they definitely weren't the best hide-and-seekers.

Caspian and I had grabbed our things and left the hidden house on foot; Caspian's plan was to find the rest of the Narnians and form an army. It was about time they fight back. I didn't question it- not because it sounded like a good idea- but because I owed it to him. He gave me a temporary home, now I will have his back for as long as he needs me.

However, ever since we left, Nikabrik and Trufflehunter had been trying to sneakily follow us. I knew Caspian knew about our intruders as soon as he rolled his eyes. I stifled a giggle behind my hand.

"We can hear you," Caspian sighed.

We turned around as the two Narnians stepped out of their hiding spot behind trees. They both looked highly guilty as the badger cried, "I still think it'd be best to wait for the kings and queens."

I looked up at Caspian, slightly agreeing with the badger, but not open to admit it. The Kings and Queens would be helpful right about now, but Caspian was right; they could be dead for all we know. I let go of the breath I was holding as Caspian rolled his eyes again and continued walking. My shoulders slumped slightly as I followed them.

"You believe they'll come, don't you, Lost Girl?" The badger asked as they ran up to walk right behind us.

I want to believe. "I trust Caspian and if he thinks it's best to find the others now, then I'll follow him."

"Thank you." Caspian smiled.

"Well, then I want to come too." Nikabrik announced, surprising all three of us. "It should be funny, watching you try to convince the Minotaurs to follow you."

"Minotaurs?" Caspian asked, his eyes wide.

"And the centaurs," Trufflehunter added.

There was a short pause as I tried to picture what a centaur might look like in person. The upper body of a human and lower body of a horse; that is what the professor had told us.

"What about Aslan?" Caspian asked quietly.

"I'm here…. You are not alone…" I jumped at the sound of the voice, it was the same one I heard in the dungeon. The deep, low growl was calming and reassuring in the cold, dark dungeon. But I hadn't expected to hear it outside in the light. It sounded so close, as if the person had whispered it in my ear.

Luckily, no one had seen my odd reaction.

"How do you know so much about us?" Nikabrik asked, running a hand through his dark beard.

"Stories," Caspian answered.

"Your father told you stories?"

I flinched again but this time, it was because I knew how much Caspian hated talking about his father. His dark eyes always seemed to turn cold and distant when someone mentioned him. He never fully got over his father's death… But then again, who really ever gets over the death of a loved one?

"No…." I spoke up, still watching Caspian as he glared at the bush in front of him. "Our professor, he-,"

"These aren't the types of questions you should be asking," Caspian hissed before he continued walking.

"Caspian…" I sighed, unsure of how to reassure him.

Nikabrik and I turned to Trufflehunter, who usually knew what to do, but Trufflehunter seemed to be distracted, turning his head to each side. He tilted his little nose up to the air and took a deep breath.

"Human," he said, suddenly very alert.

"Who? Her?" Nikabrik shot a thumb my way.

"No," the badger shook his black and white head, "Them."

I felt as though my heart was going to fall into my stomach when I finally heard them. I looked behind us to see the line of guards making their way towards us. It wasn't hard for them to spot my white dress in the thick of green bushes and my eyes widen as they raised their bows and aimed their arrows right at us.

"Doesn't look like they're here to discuss things," I attempted at a lame joke, trying to stay calm. It didn't last long as I heard an arrow whiz pass right by my head. I screamed as one of the arrows pierced the badger's leg and he fell over. "Trufflehunter!"

Caspian ran over and bent down next to the badger just as he held the horn out to me. "Take the horn! It's more important than I am!"

"What?!" I squealed, jumping slightly as another arrow flew past my head.

"The horn!"

Caspian snatched the horn and shoved it into my hands. "Just take it! I'll carry him! Run!"

I followed behind Nikabrik, hoping that Caspian was doing well with Trufflehunter. Nikabri's head bobbed up and down as we ran. My bare feet hurt against the solid dirt and my legs were scrapped by the bushes we ran through. The only thing I could hear over the pounding of my heart was the arrows flying past my head. And the scream.

I risked a glance over my shoulder and was surprised to see Caspian had stopped and was watching the soldiers as they went down one by one. I couldn't tell what was tearing them down, but whatever it was quickly made its way through the bushes, right towards Caspian.

"Caspian!" I squealed just as he was launched onto his back. But the rest of the words died in my mouth and my feet were planted firmly in the ground as I saw the tiny figure perched on Caspian's chest. He was a small mouse with a red feather around his head and a sword in his hand. He had the sword held out at Caspian's face.

"Pick up your sword, soldier!"

Luckily, Caspian was smart enough to leave his sword lying next to his head. "I-I rather not…"

"Reepicheep!" I turned to see Nikabrik had Trufflehunter tight in his arms. Trufflehunter looked highly worried for Caspian, but I couldn't help but think about how cute the mouse was. And very courageous, too. "Let him go."

"And why should I do that?!" Reepicheep asked, looking alarmed that Trufflehunter would even suggest it.

"You shouldn't," Nikabrik quickly said before Trufflehunter shot him a glare. "Sorry. Go ahead."

"He's the one who blew the horn!"

"Then let him come forward." A deeper voice said.

I turned my head away from the mouse to several centaurs standing only a few feet from us. They were tall and built with muscle.

Upper body of a human and lower body of a horse; just like the professor said.