Lillian POV
After several minutes of walking along with Dad and Caspian, Mum and I fell back so we could walk alongside Aunt Lucy, who was speaking with Reepicheep while walking behind Trufflehunter, Trumpkin and Nikabrik and she beamed at me.

"So," Trufflehunter spoke, "What are they like?" He was obviously speaking with Trumpkin about my family, "Complainers . . . Stubborn as mules in the morning," He replied. Nikabrik then sarcastically replied, "So you like 'em?" There was a short silence before Trumpkin spoke again, "Well enough."

Mum leaned down towards Aunt Lucy, "I knew he would come around. We are just so likable." Aunt Lucy tried to hide a laugh but she failed, causing the three Narnians in front of us to glance around at us curiously and I giggled.

We noticed that Caspian and Dad had come to a stop at the tree line and so we jogged up to see what they were looking at. I stood in between Caspian and Dad. The Prince on my right discretely took my hand to his. I shyly glanced up at Caspian and saw him shot me a smile before looking back in the direction of Aslan's Howe.

Mum stood on the other side of Dad, between Aunt Lucy, while Aunt Susan stood in between Caspian and Uncle Edmund.

We walked together in a line; Lucy, Peter, Mum, me, Caspian, Susan and then Edmund.

Caspian had let go of my hand. We made our way through the stone area and under a large stone archway. As we approached the Howe we saw the entrance, a ramp leading down into the ground and inside the large stone structure.

And on each side of the ramp stood a row of centaurs all awaiting our arrival. Together we came to a stop and watched as in unison the centaurs unsheathed their swords and spun them into position so they were parallel with their bodies, each hold the sword with one hand at the bottom of the hilt and the other twist backwards to hold the top of the hilt just below the blade.

Then they let their swords fall, creating an arch for us to walk underneath as they were our Guards for the entrance.

Dad, Mum and Aunt Susan strode forward and Uncle Edmund and Aunt Lucy followed a second after. Caspian had stopped and I smiled encouragingly at him before walking to join my family with our heads hold high.

A young centaur, still a boy, had let his sword drop and the centaur next to him helped him lift it higher as we past. Mum, Aunt Lucy and I smiled at him as we continued walking.

We entered together and the first thing my family came across once entering were dozens of Narnains of all shapes and sizes working together on weapons in a forge.

Aunt Lucy and Aunt Susan continued on forwards a bit while I stopped with Dad, Mum, Uncle Edmund and Caspian. As my parents and Uncle gazed around at the happenings, Caspian spoke, "It may not be what you are used to, but it is defensible."

They turned their stares to him and nodded in understanding. Aunt Susan called from the other end of the hall where she stood next to the opening in the rock. "Peter, you may want to see this."

Uncle Edmund and Mum shared a look before heading over to Aunt Susan with Dad, Caspian and I following behind them. We followed after Aunt Susan into the stone corridor and on each side of the room there were carvings and paintings of me and my family. Dad grabbed a torch from the wall and studied the pictures more closely.

There was Aunt Lucy, Mum and Aunt Susan on Aslan's back when they went to free Narnians from Jadis, the White Witch. There was their coronation, though strangely enough they had the seating arrangements a little mixed up as it went Uncle Edmund, Aunt Lucy, Mum, Aunt Susan and Dad when it had been Aunt Lucy, Aunt Susan, Dad, Mum and then Uncle Edmund.

"It's us," Susan remarked as she gazed around at their story depicted on the stone walls surrounding us. We had come to a stop next to a picture of Mr. Tumnus standing next to the lantern at Lantern Wate.

"What is this place?" Mum asked Caspian. He stared at them, "You don't know?" It was a statement not a question but he seemed rather surprised. He took hold of the torch next to him before he laded us on through the corridor and down to the left.

Everything was pitch black for where the light of the torch reached, which was not very far. We walked in twos and I walked alongside Aunt Susan.

We entered a large room carved into the stone and there was something large in front of us but I couldn't see it properly because of the lack of light. There were several old rock structures that look like they could have been pillars or arches at some point but were to broken and old to actually tell now.

I spotted out of the corner of my eye, Caspian walking to the side of the room with his torch where there was a sort of stone trench that seemed to go all the way around the back of the room. I watched as he dipped his torch down and whatever was inside the trench lit up like literally, wild fire.

As the fire moved along lighting up the room it revealed that the back wall was covered in hand crafted murals of all the Narnian species. In the very middle there was a giant carving of Aslan. I could now see what the stone structures had been. It was the Stone Table and the surrounding pillars. The cracked Stone Table.

Mum approached the table and carefully laid her hand up in the stone before turning back to face us and Aunt Lucy said, "He must know what he's doing." Aunt Susan's face showed that she was rather doubtful of this as she glanced back up at Aslan carving. Dad spoke beside me, "I think it's up to us now." And with that, we all looked back at the carving.

Katharina POV
We had gathered together the leaders and the best warriors at the Stone Table. Lucy sat on the large more level held of the cracked table while Lillian and I sat on the other half next to where Caspian stood. Edmund sat off to the left of Lucy on a pillar edge while Susan sat on the opposite side next to Nikabrik. Peter stood in the middle of everyone.

"It's only a matter of time," Peter spoke. "Miraz's men and war machines are on their way." He was constantly moving and turning so as to stare into the eyes of the all the Narnians that surrounded him. "That means those same men aren't protecting his castle," Peter continued.

Reepicheep stepped forward, "What do you propose we do, Sire?" He asked. Both Caspian and Peter stepped forward to speak at the same time,

"We -"

"Our -"

Caspian seemed a bit taken a back and surprised but Peter was annoyed and turned his gaze on Caspian. Caspian took a slight step back in surrender to show he meant no harm. "Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us," Peter said.

Caspian shook his head before saying, "That's crazy, no one has ever taken that castle." Peter just turned back to face him and said, "There's always a first time for everything." Trumpkin leaned over and added, "We'll have the element of surprise."

"But we have the advantage here," Caspian spoke. Lillian spoke up grabbing everyone's attention, "But, the element of surprise can only get us so far and if one thing goes wrong we won't have a back up plan as we won't be able to put one in place."

"Caspian is right, here, we have the advantage. In the castle, we are on their turf and that will help them. They can set traps but so can we, but only here," I said. Susan nodded, getting to her feet, "If we dig in, we could hold them off indefinitely."

I could see that Peter was getting pissed that Susan, Lillian and I had sided with Caspian against him. Trufflehunter then spoke up, "I, for one, feel safer underground."

"Look, I appreciate what you've done here," He said, "But this isn't a fortress, it's a tomb," Peter said to Caspian. "Yes, and if the Telmarines are smart, they'll just starve us out," Edmund spoke.

Another hyper squirrel who was standing next to Reepicheep said loudly, "We could collect nuts!" Reepicheep then sarcastically replied, "Oh yes, and throw them at the Telmarines!" He then scowled down at the squirrel, "Shut up!" He turned to Peter and said, "I think you know where I stand on this, Sire."

Peter then turned his gaze to Glenstorm and asked, "If I can get your troops in, can you handle the guards?" Glenstorm looked over in Caspian's direction waiting to see if their was any protest but when there was none, Glenstorm replied to Peter, "Or die trying, my liege."

"That's what I'm worried about," Lucy spoke. We turned to look at her. Peter's eyes narrowed in confusion at her statement, "Sorry?" Lillian placed her hand over Lucy's and gave it an encouraging squeeze and I smiled slightly. "You're all acting like there are only two options: Dying here, or dying there," Lucy said.

"I'm not sure you've really been listening, Lu," Peter spoke but Lucy cut him off, "No, you're not listening. Or have you forgotten who really defeated the White Witch, Peter?"

"I think we've waited for Aslan long enough," Peter said and glanced at me for a moment before walking out the room.