Peter and I followed behind Edmund as Susan and Lucy followed behind us. We made out way together through the ruins looking for any more into what had happened to our home.

Edmund kneeled down beside a large rock, it was obvious that this rock didn't belong here, it just didn't fit in. "Catapults," Edmund stated. We all looked at him in shock. "What?" Peter asked. Edmund turned his head to look at us and said, "This didn't just happen. Cair Paravel was attacked."

He got back up onto his feet and then Peter let go of my hand and wandered off a little away from the group towards where several stone walls still stood strong with large vines growing up and along them.

Peter discarded a few twigs and dead weeds before starting to lean against a part of the wall. Edmund quickly help him and they made quick work of it and as the wall moved to the side it revealed a large old wooden door. There was a place for a key but unfortunately we didn't have one.

Peter took advantage of the wood being old, and rotten and broke through some of the wood around the lock and by doing so was able to open it. It was pitch dark inside. As the door swung open for what must have been the first in a very long time, it broke of the top hinge and then hung there slightly, leaning away from the wall.

Peter then grabbed a large stick. He pulled out his pocket knife and began to cut away at his school shirt, he ripped off along strip from the bottom before glancing at Edmund's bags. "I don't suppose you have any matches, do you?" He asked as he wrapped the with fabric around the top of the stick to make a torch.

Edmund pulled open his bag and said, "No . . . But would this help?" He grabbed a flashlight and offered it to Peter.

Peter smiled as he said, "You might've mentioned that a bit sooner!" Edmund just smirked as Susan, Lucy and I giggled. Edmund headed through the door and down the stone steps. Peter motion for Lucy, Susan and I to go ahead of him. Susan and Lucy followed Edmund and I was about to as well but then Peter stopped me.

I faced him. "What?" I asked and he smiled. He leaned and gave me a passionate kiss. We pulled away. "I love you," He said. I smiled, "I love you too." He took my hand and we headed down the stairs.

We continued down and Lucy grabbed my hand as we got the large iron gates. This was the vault. Peter let go of my hand and passed Edmund and Susan. He pushed open the gates and we all stepped inside.

"I can't believe it," He remarked as he gazed around the room in amazement, "It's all still here." Lucy rushed over to her chest on the far right, being watchful of where she stepped. My chest was situated between Peter's and Edmund's. Edmund, Susan and I walked over to open our own chests to see what we could find.

The chests were very large and the lid was quite heavy, which was to be expected with it being made of solid gold. There were engravings all over the chest telling about us and our lives here in Narnia.

I turned back as I heard Lucy say, "I was so tall." She hold one of her golden riding dresses. "Well, you were older then," Susan remarked as she pulled out her bow and quiver in hand. Edmund then spoke, we looked at him with his helmet on and saw it was too big for his head, "As opposed to hundreds of years later . . . When you're younger." Susan and I giggled.

Peter blow the dust away from the item in his hands, and we saw the image of a Lion on a large gold plate. He looked up to see the statue standing behind his chest in between Susan and I, and slowly walked towards it.

I pulled out my bow and quiver and looked at my sword. Lucy's voice the broke the silence asking, "What is it?" I glanced over my shoulder at her and Susan. "My horn," Susan remarked, "I must've left it on my saddle the day we went back."

At this moment, Peter opened his chest and we all turned to watch as he pulled his sword. He pulled the sword from it's sheath and hold it tightly in his grip and watched as what little of light there was in the room bounced off the blade. He then quoted, "When Aslan bears his teeth, winter meets its death." Lucy continued, grabbing all of our attention, "And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again."

She said it so sadly and her eyes were so lost and full of despair as she said, "Everyone we knew . . . Mr. Tumnus, the Beavers and . . . Lillian . . . They're all gone." Susan shushed Lucy as I looked at Peter with tears in my eyes thinking about our daughter was gone. Peter wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. Then he spoke coldly, "I think it's time we found out what's going on."

After we changed clothes, we came to the top of a large hill and came to a lake. On it was a small boat. It wasn't the boat that shocked us but what was in the boat and what they were doing. Two soldiers were carrying a Narnian dwarf and were about to through him into the water. Susan shot an arrow and hit the edge of the boat.

Susan aimed her bow again and yelled, "Drop him!" It looked as though the dwarf muttered something but he was gagged and to far away for us to hear. The dwarf was thrown out into the watery depths and Peter and Edmund began to run towards the water.

Susan released the arrow and it hit a soldier in the chest and sent him to the water. Peter dove in to save the dwarf while Edmund dragged the boat back to the shore. Both boys were now soaked to the skin.

Lucy fell to her knees next to the dwarf and pulled out her knife and cut through the bindings on his hands. Now that he was able, the dwarf removed the rope covering his mouth and coughed up the water that had entered his lungs. I stood between Peter and Susan, watching as Lucy got to her feet, closely followed by the dwarf and by the look on his face, he definitely wasn't feeling thankful towards us.

"Drop him?!" He reputed in frustration throwing the binds from his hands down on the ground as he glanced at Susan. Susan and I exchanged a look before looking back at him. "That's the best you can come up with?" He complained.

"A simple thank-you would suffice," Susan stated. "They were doing fine drowning me without your help," He said, pointing out to the water. "Maybe we should have let them," Peter said as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Why were they trying to kill you anyway?" Lucy asked. The dwarf's hard gaze softened a little, "They're Telmarines. That's what they do." This shocked us, Edmund and I looked at each other before we looked at Peter as Edmund said, "Telmarines? In Narnia?" The dwarf then looked up at us, "Where have you been for the last few hundred years?"

I gave a small soft smile as I replied, "It's a bit of a long story." Susan handed Peter back his sword as he had taken it off before diving into the water. The dwarf must have noticed the sword and the old Nanrian style. He remarked, "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." He glanced around at us and asked, "You're it? You're the Kings and Queens of old?"

Peter stepped forward out-stretching his arm to the dwarf and stated, "High King Peter, the Magnificent." We all chuckled, even the dwarf. "You probably could have left out the last bit," Susan remarked. "Probably," The dwarf agreed and I giggled.

Peter then stepped back, unsheathing his sword, "You might be surprised." I raised my eyebrows wondering what my boyfriend/husband was up to. He pointed the sword in the dwarf's direction.

"Oh, you don't want to do that, boy," He said. Peter smiled and then turned to face Edmund while also taking hold of the blade and stepping towards the dwarf so that he could take the sword. "Not me," Peter said, "Him." I smiled at Edmund who smiled back at me as he also unsheathed his sword.

The dwarf took Peter's sword in hand and it looked as though it was too heavy as the tip plummeted to the sand below and kept it there as Edmund stood there waiting a moment for the dwarf to attack. The dwarf peeked up at us and Edmund turned his head to look at Peter and I.

Then out of nowhere, the dwarf leapt forward and swung the sword, clashing into Edmund's and sending him off balance. Edmund quickly caught himself and when the dwarf attacked again, Ed ducked out of the way. He was now at the perfect height and the dwarf took advantage of it by elbowing him in the face, though not hard.

"Edmund!" Lucy and I called. The dwarf had a fake look of concern as he said, "Aww, you alright?" He swung at Edmund again but he dodged just in time, rushing behind the dwarf and hitting him with the flat side of the blade on the butt. At this, Lucy, Susan, Peter and I began to laugh.

The dwarf waited another moment to catch his breath and Edmund glanced over at us again. The dwarf then spun on the spot lashing out at Edmund with a strong swing of the sword, Edmund blocked and then brought the sword up above his head, as he brought it down again, the dwarf attacked his legs but Ed jumped just in time bring his legs up near his chest.

He then swung at Ed again and again but each time he was blocked and it was obvious his frustration was growing. Finally on the second attack, Edmund spun the dwarf's sword in a large circle and then struck and rapidly attacked again and again, with small fluid movements and did quickly work of disarming him.

The sword flew away through the air and landed with a thud in the sand close by. Edmund hold the hilt of the sword at eyes-level and had the swords point directed right at the dwarf. The dwarf fell to his knees in shock, "Beards and bedsteads!" He then looked over the rest of us, "Maybe that horn worked after all."

Was he talking about Susan's horn? Edmund dropped his sword back to his side as Susan asked, "What horn?"

Lillian POV
While Caspian was lying on the bed, still unconscious, with his head bandaged, Trufflehunter, Nikabrik and were talking at the table, "This bread is so stale," Nikabrik said. "I'll just get him some soup then," Trufflehunter said. "He sure will come around soon."

"Well, I don't think I hit him hard enough," Nikabrik said. "Nikabrik, he's just a boy!" Trufflehunter said. "He's a Telmarine, not some lost puppy!" Nikabrik snapped. "You said you were going to get rid of him."

"No, he said he'd take care of him," I pointed out and Trufflehunter nodded, giving me his kindly smile and then he added, looking at Nikabrik, "We can't kill him now, not after Lili bandaging he's head. It would be like murdering a guest."

"Ah, and how do you think his friends are treating their guest?" Nikabrik asked, pointing at me. Trufflehunter's eyes grow soften when he looked at me and I knew he was thanking about Trumpkin as well and he said, "Trumpkin knew what he was doing." I then added, "It's not his fault."

Then, all of a sudden, Caspian run in and was headed for the door, making Trufflehunter drop the bowl of soup. Nikabrik and I stood in Caspian's way. I unsheathed my sword making Caspian glared at me more then at Nikabrik before grabbing a hot poker from the fire and we were about to fight but then Trufflehunter stood in front.

"Stop it! Both of you!" He said and then looked at me, "Lillian, how many times do I have to say I do not allow weapons in this house?" He scolded me and I slowly lowered my sword. "I told you we should've killed him," Nikabrik said to Trufflehunter.

"You know why we can't!" Trufflehunter said to him. "If you're taking a vote, I'm with him," Caspian said, nodding his head towards Trufflehunter before he and I stared at each other. "We can't let him go! He has seen us!" Nikabrik said.

"That's enough, Nikabrik! Or do I have to sit on your head again?" Trufflehunter threatened which caused to Nikabrik to stop complaining.

"Now, look what you made me do!" Trufflehunter scolded Caspian and he finally took his eyes away from me and looked at Trufflehunter as he continued, "Lili and I spent half the morning on that soup."

"Wh-what are you?" Caspian asked, looking between Nikabrik and Trufflehunter. I rolled my eyes and chuckled a little with Trufflehunter as he said, "It's funny. You'd think more people would recognize a badger when they saw one."

"No, I mean . . . You're Narnians. You're supposed to be extinct," Caspian stated. "Sorry to disappoint you," I said sarcastically and Nikabrik smirked at my comment while Caspian turned his gaze to me.

Nikabrik and I sat at the table once again as Trufflehunter returned with more soup and placed it at the table. "Here we are. Still hot," Trufflehunter said kindly.

Nikabrik shook his head in disbelief, "Since when did we become a boarding house for Telmarine soldiers?" He asked. "I'm not a soldier! I'm Prince Caspian . . . the tenth," Caspian said. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

Caspian looked away after meeting my eyes and he spoke, "Running away." Nikabrike, Trufflehunter and I looked at each other before back at the Prince. He went to place back the hot poker at the fire as he continued, "My uncle has always wanted my throne." He stared at the fire, "I suppose I have only lived this long because he did not have an heir of his own."

"Well, this changes things," Trufflehunter said gently, looking at me and Nikabrik. "Yeah . . . It means we won't have to kill you ourselves," Nikabrik said and I shot him a look.

"You're right," Caspian said rushed to put on his armor. "Where are you going?" Trufflehunter asked, worried. "My uncle will not stop until I am dead," Caspian said. Trufflehunter was about to say something but Caspian rushed out the door.

I grabbed my Aunt's horn and put on my black cloak. "Where are you going? Lili?" I heard Trufflehunter's calling as I ran out the door, following the Prince.

Caspian turned to look at me. "What are you doing?" He asked, frowning. I hold out the horn, "Don't you know what this is? This is summons the Kings and Queens of old. My family. You are meant to save us and you can't do it without Narnians. I can help you."

"You can't," He said. I raised an eyebrow, "Why I can't? Because I'm a girl?" I asked, slightly angry. "If it hadn't been me and the Professor to save you, you wouldn't even be here," He said. "And neither would you, because if I wouldn't let you stay, Nikabrik would have tossed you out and left you for the wolves," I shot back.

Caspian stared at me and I smiled slightly, knowing I won that fight. "So I guess we're even now, huh?" He gave a small chuckle and shook his head, knowing I wouldn't let it go. I was very stubborn, just like my father and I don't lose battles of arguments, just like my mother.

Caspian let out a defeated sigh. "Let's go, just stay close to me," He said. I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but to let a small smile escape from my lips and we started walking.

Katharina POV
We had taken the boat and had set it on the river and began traveling down it. Peter was rowing and I sat up front with Lucy and the dwarf who we found was called Trumpkin.

The trees that surrounded us were the same as the ones at the ruins of Cair Paravel, asleep, cold, empty. "They're so still," Lucy remarked as she also gazed up at the trees. Trumpkin looked back at us, "They're trees. What do you expect?"

"They used to dance," I explained to him, sadly. Trumpkin then began to explain about the happenings here in Narnia. "It wasn't long after you left that the Telmarines invaded. Those that survived retreated to the woods. And the trees have retreated so deeply inside themselves that no one has heard from them since."

Lucy leaned against me and gazed up at me, "I don't understand. How could Aslan have let this happen?" Trumpkin glanced over at us, "Aslan? Thought he abandoned us after you lot did." We all stopped to look at him and Peter said, "We didn't mean to leave, you know."

"Doesn't make much difference now, does it?" Trumpkin said. Peter then said as he continued rowing, "Get us to the Narnians, and it will."

We continued on down the river until we reached land again. Trumpkin jumped form the front of the boat as we all scrambled out and he grabbed the rope and went to anchor it in among the stones and sand. While we were haling the boat onto land, I noticed Lucy wandering off a little.

We didn't really pay much attention to it until we heard Lucy's voice call out, "Hello there!" I glanced over my shoulder and let go of the rope. We all noticed it was a large black bear she was greeting.

The bear noticed her when she called out and groaned as it stood up on it's two hind legs. "It's alright," Lucy said, "We're friends." The bear returned to being on all four paws and continued to growl and groan loudly.

It seemed Trumpkin was only now noticing the bear as he froze in shock and warned, "Don't move, Your Majesty!" Lucy spun around to look at him, confused. My mouth opened in shock as the bear began to race towards Lucy.

"Lucy!" I yelled. Lucy turned back around to look at the bear and her face fell when she saw it stampeding towards her. She spun back around and began to ran back over to us.

Susan readied her bow and yelled, "Stay away from her!" The bear just kept coming! Lucy tripped and the bear got closer and was almost on top of her. "Shoot, Susan, shoot!" Edmund shouted as he and Peter grabbed their swords. I ran towards Lucy as I heard Peter calling, "Kat, no!"

I covered Lucy from harm with my body. The bear was about to slash at us but out of nowhere an arrow shot into him, sending it to the ground and away from me and Lucy. We all spun to see Trumpkin with a bow in hand.

"Why wouldn't he stop?" Susan asked. "I suspect he was hungry," Trumpkin said as he passed her an approached the bear.

Peter and Edmund rushed to me and Lucy and they both pulled us to our feet. Both of us hold into Peter. Trumpkin had gone over to the bear and began circling it and prodding it with the tip of his bow.

"Thanks," Lucy said to him. Trumpkin glanced up at her. "I'm not the only one you should be thanking," He said and looked at me, "That was very brave of you, dear girl, risking your life like that." I gave him a small smile as Lucy hugged me tightly.

"He was wild," Edmund remarked in surprise. Peter turned to look at Edmund as he said with his arms wrapped tightly around me and Lucy, "I don't think he could talk at all."

Trumpkin then stated, "Get treated like a dumb animal long enough and that's what you become." He pulled out his knife and kneeled down next to the bear, "You may find Narnia a more savage place than you remember." He then began to dig into the bear with the blade.