Author's Note: Hello everyone! How are you today? Hope that your having a great day and a Happy July 4th weekend coming up!! So what are yours plans? Barbeque, watch fireworks, etc? Well what ever you are doing have fun!! Oh and another thing…l just posted another chapter of this new story as you can see and I'm so sorry for not posting it quickly because I have been so busy with school and writers block that it took me sooo long to post this, but miraculously I got it done. YAY! So please read and enjoy my story and leave some reviews after you're done ok? Hehe!! But please!!!

P.S: By the way I now this may seem crazy and off topic but I had to do it, R.I.P Michael Jackson! We have lost a great legend and will miss him dearly… we love you!! Ok I'm done!

Disclaimer: I do not own Chronicles of Narnia or anything to do with it because obviously I'm not rich( I would not be here!), my names not C.S Lewis, and I do not make movies…yet!

Chapter 12

"Welcome kings and queens of Narnia…"

"Aslan?"

"Yes," he replied.

"It's really you!"

"I can't believe it!" a childish voice exclaimed.

"But I thought we weren't supposed to return, Aslan!"

"No, you and Susan weren't supposed to return, not Lucy and me."

"Yes, but I have called you all here for a very important reason," Aslan replied.

"What could possibly be the reason now? I mean we defeated the White Witch and destroyed her army, left, came back and destroyed some prince's uncle's army—"

"It was Prince Caspian."

"Sure, Susan, whatever….so we destroyed his uncle's army and had this big celebration where we went back home by walking into some magical tree and now we're back again?"

"Don't forget I had to help you defeat the White witch When she almost—"

"Yes, I remember, Edmund."

"And if wasn't for me your left arm would still be dislocated after Miraz…um…dislocated it," Edmund added.

"Yes, now I get it."

"And…that fight back at the train station-"

"Yes we know!"

"I'm just saying, I was Peter's helper at all times," Edmund replied.

"Well…he did finish a lot of fights that you started, Peter," Lucy said.

"Oh fine! Side with Edmund, the one who caused us fight with the White Witch in the first place!" Peter replied.

"Hey…that was a long time ago!" Edmund said.

"It was but you started that fight and I had to finish it!" Peter replied.

"That's not fair! I saved your sorry backside many more times than you helped me in the past couple months and I don't appreciate…"

"Oh you did? You saved my sorry backside more times than I-" Peter shouted back.

"Boys!" Susan shouted.

"You don't even know what you're…."

"Boys!" Susan shouted.

"I can't stand…"

"ROAR!!!!" said Aslan.

Everyone went quiet.

"We're sorry!" Peter and Edmund said.

"Finally," Aslan sighed, "Now about what I was going to say."

"What was that again?" Lucy asked.

"He didn't say it yet," Peter replied.

"Oh right," Lucy said.

"Now… to go back on the subject," Aslan said.

"What is going to happen?" Edmund asked.

"Something very big," Aslan replied.

"What? How big?" Peter asked.

"Something so big that we can't stop it?" Edmund asked.

"Bigger than you know, your majesties," Aslan replied.

"Wait…oh no! Don't tell me Caspian got himself in trouble again!" Peter groaned.

"No," Aslan replied, "Someone else though wants trouble with him."

"What!"

"Where?"

"Who?"

"That you cannot know yet," Aslan replied mysteriously.

"But how many times are we supposed to come back here to clean up somebody's dirty mess? I'm tired of it," Peter said.

"Yes, why do we have to come back when someone is in trouble or is about to make trouble? I don't like being used very much!" Susan replied.

"And I have a big exam to study for on Tuesday!" Peter said.

"And I need to finish cleaning my room," Edmund replied.

"When is the last time you cleaned your room Edmund?" Peter asked.

"Well…that's beside the point I need to go back home now," Edmund replied.

"I know how you all feel, but I cannot send you back home until this battle is over," said Aslan.

"What…battle? Oh come on!" They all groaned.

Meanwhile

"Ah!"

"UGH! This storm has been going on for about an hour now and I didn't even get to finish my archery lessons!" David whined.

"Well the last time I checked it was you who wanted nature to give you a sign. Congratulations…you got one!" Veronica replied sarcastically.

"Oh you're very funny, aren't you?!" David sneered.

"No need to panic, my lady and sir. It is just a storm and will eventually pass as they all do," Reepicheep said, looking like a wet fuzz ball. It would have been funny if the thunder wasn't so loud.

"So…what do we do now? Just stand here like wet sheep and hope the storm ends…or do we go somewhere and have fun?" David replied.

"Uh, I think you missed a third option," Veronica said.

"What?" David asked.

"Stop talking the rest of the storm," replied Veronica with a fake smile making David frown.

"Oh you're the one to TALK Miss-one-legged-talk-show-host!" David sneered

"Ugh! Whenever my leg heals, you are going to get it. I mean that!" Veronica replied.

"Calm down, my lady. Do not anger yourself," the archer replied, holding Veronica bridal style.

"I feel sorry for you there, man," David replied, referring to the archer. "What you are carrying is not exactly lightweight if you know what I mean."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Veronica growled, looking from the archer to David.

"You're not exactly lightweight, that's all," David said, swinging his arms and making Veronica more frustrated until she shook wildly in the archer's arms.

"Alright, will you both please calm down? We will make ourselves sicker if you continue fighting like this," Reepicheep replied.

"I can't wait until the stupid storm is over," Veronica whispered harshly when another roll of thunder and a streak of lightning flashed, making the archer jump.

"Oh, sorry my lady," he replied, which made Veronica giggle.

Meanwhile

Hmmm…

Caspian posed in the mirror several times, touching his toned muscles and flashing his brown hair.

I should work out more…

But I do look pretty good today…of course my hair is always perfect thanks to those excellent stylists!!

Caspian flipped his hair again, but this time his hair flowed in slow motion with every strand swinging freely in the air like a L'oreal commercial

Because I'm worth it!!!

He then flashed his billion dollar smile with pearly white teeth that nearly blinded the mirror itself.

"King Caspian!" rumbled a voice behind the door, which made Caspian jump a little.

"Um, eh hem, yes who is it?" Caspian replied straightening himself up.

"It is Glenstorm. I have news for you, my king," Glenstorm said from behind the door.

"Oh, well come in, please," Caspian replied taking one more looking in the mirror.

"Yes my king," Glenstorm said, opening the door.

"What is it, Glenstorm?" Caspian asked.

"I have important news for you, sire; very important," Glenstorm replied.

"What is it?"

"Well first you have a hair trimming scheduled for tomorrow at noon along with massage and sauna," Glenstorm replied, pulling out a clipboard.

"Oh, I forgot about my hair trimming. Why must I constantly cut my hair to please these pe- oh never mind," Caspian said.

"And also you have a tea party scheduled for the afternoon with Lord Ramandu," Glenstorm replied, flipping the page over.

"Oh yes. Right. That star-human. I wonder what he wants to speak with me about,"

"Well it says here that he will be bringing his daughter with him," Glenstorm said. Caspian's head shot up.

"…his daughter?"

"Yes, she will be attending also."

"He has a…daughter?" Caspian asked.

"Yes, sire. I do not know her name for it is never stated in the Dawn Treader," Glenstorm replied.

"The what?" Caspian asked, confused.

"Um…nothing. That's all the news for now…oh and your guests with Reepicheep and the archer man are still outside I think," Glenstorm said.

"Oh no. Poor Lady Veronica and David must be getting sick with fever…go search for them and bring them to me as soon as possible," Caspian ordered.

"Yes, my king. I will do so immediately," Glenstorm replied.

"Glenstorm, wait! I have a question!" Caspian replied.

"Yes, my king?"

"What shirt looks good on me? This one?" Caspian asked showing a red shirt, "Or this green one?"

"Uh…whichever suits you my king," Glenstorm replied.

"Good choice my friend, I shall do so," Caspian said smiling, "You have permission to leave."

"Yes sire," Glenstorm replied, turning on his hooves and walking away.

"Hmm, maybe I should find a brown shirt to match my eyes!" Caspian said as he rushed to the closet.

Must find brown shirt!!!!

Caspian found a brown shirt that matched his brown eyes perfectly and he held it up to his neck.

Hmmm…..I could work with that!!!!

As he continued striking poses a sudden roll of thunder shook the room and startled him.

"Wow! It really does match my eyes," Caspian said.

*Screen goes black*

"We will now interrupt these messages with breaking news. We will go to news anchors Peanut the squirrel and Stench the skunk!"

"Hello there everyone, I am Peanut-"

"And I am Stench!"

"And you're watching the Narnian news!" They say in unison.

*Stench grabs a piece of paper off the table and fumbles around with it until he finds the right page*

"Need help there Stench?" Peanut asked.

"No I got it…news just in that there is a terrible storm headed our way and Aslan may have something to do with it," Stench replied.

"Correction, we are in a storm at this time and will now cut to Aslan's How where news reporter Trolley Kins is," says Peanut.

*Cut to Trolley Kins*

"Hello Narnians. News reporter Trolley Kins reporting and I am here standing in front of Aslan's How with raining pouring on my face and the wind blowing out my blow dried hair," said Trolley Kin, patting his head. "So anyways we are here in the middle of a storm and I seems like….Oh No!!"

Just then when Trolley turned around there were dark clouds beginning to form into a small cyclone heading towards the How.

"Oh no, we got to run for cover…AH!!!!" Trolley Kins yelled. He smoothed over his hair and ran for cover.

*Cuts to News channel*

"Um…so, I guess we are back to the Narnia news channel…um…what's next?"

"Well it seems we are under a new cyclone warning and will now run for cover…once again I am Stench!"

"And this is Peanut!"

"From the Narnian News, enjoy your evening!"

Cut to black....