Chapter 6 is now edited! Hope you guys like it!

Here are the characters ages:

Caspian: 17
Peter: 16
Susan: 15
Edmund: 14
Beth: 14
Lucy: 12

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Chapter 6 "The How."

"Lucy."

Her eyes snapped open. She looked around, desperate to find the voice's owner. She was overcome with an intense sense of peace, as if that voice alone let her know everything was going to be alright.

It was one of those voices that was so foreign, yet familiar. One of those she kept as one of her most treasured memories, yet one that kept evading her just as she was about to recall it.

"Lucy."

The Valiant Queen glanced at her companions, hesitating but finally deciding not to wake them up. Peter and Susan wouldn't believe her, anyways.

Regardless, she felt she had to do this on her own so up she went, rushing towards the voice without looking back.

Lucy gazed in deep, honest happiness at the forest around her as she walked. She felt the forest more awake than ever, almost like it was during her old days in Narnia. Unconsciously, she slowed down her pace so she could take everything in, rejoicing in the hope the sight around her brought to her heart.

As she reached a group of willow trees, they moved to stand in two lines on either side of her, forming a sort of corridor for her to cross.

Lucy walked slowly through the path, smiling widely when a dryad emerged from her tree and bowed her head to the young queen in greeting and respect.

Lucy smiled joyfully at the Narnian, feeling more at home than she had ever felt since they arrived back to Narnia. She had always been brave but the dryad and the forest, it gave her the strength to face the eventual hardships.

But the matter on point was who had called her. Deep down she knew, even if she couldn't voice His name so, as the yearning to see Him again grew, so did her pace until at last she was running through the woods, lifting her skirts as to avoid tripping.

Suddenly she stopped with a gasp, noticing a flash of gold on her left.

Lucy slowly turned and there He was, one of her best friends, smiling gently at the young queen.

The Great Lion.

Lucy's face split with a wide smile.

"Aslan!" Lucy exclaimed excitedly as she rushed towards the King of Kings."I've missed you so much."

Lucy buried her face on His mane, feeling comforted by the warmth and softness. Aslan, to her, was the reincarnation of everything good Narnia stood for so there, with Him, that's where she felt the happiest.

After a long moment, she looked up, smiling when she realized she had to look higher to look at Him in the eyes.

"You've grown!" Lucy exclaimed with a surprised laugh.

"Every year you grow, so shall I," Aslan answered.

Lucy smiled widely, comforted but His deep voice. Then, she recalled the situation in her country and her smile disappeared. "Where have you been? Why haven't you come to help us?"

Aslan's eyes twinkled, full of secrets. "Things never happen the same way twice, dear one."

Lucy stared wordlessly at the lion for a second, not knowing how to respond.

Finally, as she opened her mouth to reply, she heard a branch breaking.

Queen and lion turned towards the sound.

And her eyes snapped open.

She gazed around in a daze as sleep still kept a hold on her.

She noticed how the golden glow the forest had in her dream was now gone, replaced by the white light and cold proper of usual mornings.

Lucy then remembered her dream and, knowing Aslan might be waiting for her in the same place, she sat up, determined to find Him.

She glanced at her companions with a sense of deja-vu. In the dream, she didn't wake them up because they wouldn't believe her anyways.

As the cold air cleared her mind, she recalled how much of a mess the three of them had been in England. They had missed Aslan just as much as they had missed Narnia and she was no one to deny them the privilege of seeing Aslan again.

"Susan!" Lucy finally whispered loudly as she stared at her deeply asleep sister.

"Certainly Lu, whatever you like," Susan sighed before shifting in her sleep to make herself comfortable.

Lucy sighed. Well, she had tried.

Also, she could feel she was running out of time so she stood up and raced down the same path she took in her dream.

Despite making the same decisions, the sense of dejavu was gone. She glanced gravely at the dark, quiet, lifeless forest around her. This time, there was no golden glow, no birds singing, no animals running near.

No signs of life.

As she arrived to the group of trees who had moved to make way for her in her dream, she walked straight towards the one the dryad had emerged from.

She rested a hand on the trunk. "Wake up."

She looked up sorrowfully, desperately wishing it had worked.

When she saw the motionless leaves, she wanted to burst crying.

It was as if all the strength and hope her dream had given her was taken out from her piece by piece.

More than ever, the guilt of leaving was eating her from the insides.

Lucy continued her walk, shaking her head to relieve herself from the depressing thoughts.

Everything was going to be fine once she found Aslan.

She quickened her step as she neared the spot she had seen Him in her dream. She just had to walk past a large group of bushes and she would be there.

She quickened her step, worried she might be to late.

"Aslan?" Lucy wondered as she rounded the bushes with a hopeful smile.

Suddenly, before she could walk around the bushes, a pair of arms encircled her, one arm embracing her and pulling her back, the other covering her mouth.

Lucy's eyes widened in horror but before she could panic completely, she glanced at the stranger's eyes and relaxed immediately.

She would know those sky-blue eyes anywhere.

Peter.

Lucy peeked over the leaves, Peter looking behind her with a scowl just as a minotaur walked past them.

Lucy couldn't help but blanch with fright. It had been thirteen hundred years since they defeated the White Witch but the last minotaur she'd seen had been their enemy's general so she felt unnerved by the creature.

Peter placed a finger on his lips, motioning her to be quiet. Lucy nodded reluctantly and watched on as her brother unsheathed his sword carefully and approached the Minotaur slowly.

He raised Rhindon to strike.

And another sword clashed against it.

It's owner, a dark-haired young man about the same age as Peter let out a yell as he immediately engaged Peter into a fight.

If it wasn't completely terrifying sight, considering it was her brother, Lucy might have focused on the fight with interest as their skills were quite equal when compared to the other's.

Peter was an excellent fighter and much more graceful than his opponent while the stranger was much faster than the High King, his style of fighting much more aggressive than the Narnian one.

Lucy had seen Peter fight a lot during the last year but something about this fight- the weapons, the fact that they had no allies yet, to name a few factors-, they made the situation much more daunting to the Valiant Queen.

Her brother was incredibly skilled, of course, but the chances of losing Peter had never been more real to Lucy.

Suddenly, Peter got Rhindon stuck in a tree after unsuccessfully trying to stab his opponent. The stranger then kicked Peter away and moved to grab Rhindon as he had been left weaponless but failed to notice the High King approaching him with a large rock from behind.

That's when Lucy couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop!" Lucy yelled as she exited her hiding spot.

Both boys turned towards her, the stranger surprised at the newcomer and her brother in concern and anger.

Lucy ignored them both.

She looked behind them with awe and, soon enough, Peter followed his glance.

Centaurs, dwarves, wolves and fauns had gathered around them, their blades drawn as they glared threateningly at the High King.

They'd finally found the Narnians.

Then, a girl of about her age made her way through the crowd. She wore a battle dress, a quiver with bow and arrows over her chain mail, a sword strapped to her side.

She glanced serenely at the trio once she got to the front of the group. She was clearly a leader, and a confident one at that.

Lucy smiled slightly. She could be good friends with that girl.

The girl cocked her head calmly at Peter's opponent. "What's going on here, Caspian?"

Peter's eyes widened in disbelief. He glanced at Lucy shortly before turning towards the stranger, who had actually turned out to be the person they'd been looking for.

"Prince Caspian?"

She liked knowing how her day would go. After everything she'd gone through, she took comfort in being prepared.

Caspian and herself had formed two hunting parties that morning just after sunrise. It was already noon when the princess's team reunited with the others, carrying their preys with satisfaction.

Beth smiled as they made it back to the gathering point but then, she noticed Caspian was missing.

Beth frowned, having a bad feeling. "Where is the Prince?"

"Prince Caspian believed to have seen outsiders in the area. He went to scout the woods with Fabros the Minotaur," Trufflehunter replied, pointing in the direction the duo took off.

Beth stared at the direction the badger pointed, biting her lip as a strange feeling grew inside of her.

A prince and a Minotaur alone in the hostile land, while they were in the middle of a Revolution? For someone who was supposed to be cunning, Caspian counteracted that with mere recklessness.

Beth sighed. She had never been happier to escape to Narnia. Had he been on his own, Caspian would have died before even reaching the Narnians.

"Okay, let's follow him, just in case," Beth ordered as she unsheathed her sword.

Just then, they heard a girl screaming.

"Stop!"

The army stood completely frozen. At their front, Beth closed her eyes wearily, trying to refrain from pinching the bridge of her nose.

She really wanted an uneventful day for once.

"Let's go," Beth finally said and the hunting party rushed towards the source of the commotion.

They found themselves standing on top of an elevation. Down at the clearing, their fearless leader was pointing a beautiful sword at a young man about Caspian's own age. Caspian's own sword lay a feet feet besides them and behind the duo, a girl younger than Beth was staring right at the army with a relieved smile.

Beth was deep in thought as she made her way towards the front of the crew. She was sure she had never seen this two people but at the same, the strange vibe they give, it told Beth that she knew them from somewhere, that they were important for their quest.

Finally, Beth regarded her friend as calmly as she could, hiding her anger for worrying her until it wouldn't embarrass either of them. "What's going on here, Caspian?"

Seriously, this were the strangers Caspian was so worried about? They didn't even look Telmarine.

The blond boy in Narnian clothes glared at Caspian, ignoring the sword pointed at his throat. "Prince Caspian?"

The princess frowned. The boy sounded like he had been looking for Caspian for a long time and was disappointed by his findings.

Why would they look for Caspian? Who were this people?

Beth glanced at the sword in Caspian's hand, her eyes widening as she recognised the inscription at it's side.

She took a few steps forward as she tried to get a better glimpse. She had seen drawings of that sword.

That was Rhindon. The legendary sword of High King Peter of Narnia.

Beth directed her gaze at the King and who she now identified as his sister, Queen Lucy.

The Kings and Queens of Old had been summoned. And now, they were in Narnia to help.

"Yes, and who are you?" Caspian retorted angrily, his accent more intense with rage.

Beth tried not to make a fool of herself as she walked even forward. "His sword, Caspian. Look at it."

The two young men looked at her with surprise, the young king smiling slightly when Beth bowed her head in respect.

At the other side of the clearing, Lucy beamed at the young princess. Beth smiled back. Queen Lucy had always been her favourite.

Caspian glanced at Rhindon, but just then, newcomers arrived to the meeting.

"Peter!" A girl older than Beth snapped, her bow on her hand as she strode furiously to stand besides Lucy.

Beth looked at her with interest, assuming her to be the Gentle Queen, before directing her gaze towards her two companions.

Now, she's only fourteen so it could be expected of her, but Beth had always thought of herself as a serious leader. Her life had taught her to be independent and resilient and her time in Archenland had made her cunning and strategic so it was fair to say that boys were the last thing in her mind.

But then, she laid eyes on the boy around her age standing besides Queen Susan. King Edmund had always been the monarch she related to the most with because of how complex was his story so there was a moment in which she fangirled internally at having such an accomplished king before her.

Then, she noticed his unruly black hair and his lean form. And, as she felt a strange urge to find out whether his hair was as soft as it looked, the Just King looked at her.

Brown, warm, beautiful eyes.

Beth glanced away immediately.

She clenched her hands into fists behind her back as she chanted to herself.

'Please, don't blush. Please, don't blush.'

Meanwhile, Caspian had finally made the connection. He stared at the sword in his hand with amazement. "High King Peter."

Beth rolled her eyes subtly. Bravo.

"I believe you called," King Peter replied, his lips pulled up into a slight smirk.

"Well, yes, but...I thought you'd be older," Caspian replied, slightly in awe and Beth refrained herself from laughing as the prince glanced at Queen Susan with interest.

Such tact he had.

Not that she was in any place to judge but still, she liked to think she was much more subtle than that.

Peter frowned at that, a calm façade hiding just how outraged he felt. "If you like, we could come back in a few years."

He made a move as if to leave and, quite ilogically, Beth panicked.

Again, she didn't have a good night's sleep.

"No!" She gasped, covering her mouth as everyone looked at her.

She had forgotten she had an army behind her back.

Trying her hardest not to blush and, especially, avoiding eye contact with a certain raven-haired king, Beth laughed as charmingly as she could. "Sorry. What I'm trying to say is that Caspian didn't mean it like that, Your Majesty."

Feeling right about ready to dug herself a hole and hide in there until the moment had passed, Beth walked as serenely as she could away from Caspian and Peter to stand beside Glenstorm at the edge of the forest.

"She's right. You're just... you're not exactly what I expected," Caspian agreed.

At the edge of the clearing, Beth breathed deeply in relief as she felt the focus move on from her.

"Neither are you," King Edmund spoke for the first time, eyeing Fabros with distrust.

Beth was conflicted. On the one hand, she didn't feel it was fair to judge anyone by what their ancestors had done centuries ago.

On the other hand, she was mesmerized by his clear, serene voice. She placed her cool hands subtly on her cheeks, trying to decrease their heat.

When she had left the How that morning, she was a serious princess and leader. Hours later, because of this king, she would return like a pathethic twelve-year-old with a crush.

She felt the heat coming back to her face and rolled her eyes in exasperation. She didn't think she had blushed that much in such a short span of time.

"A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes," Trufflehunter replied wisely before bowing his head to the Kings and Queens of Old.

"We have anxiously awaited your return, my liege." Reepicheep bowed deeply at King Peter, who smiled in return. Beth glanced worriedly at Caspian, noticing how he refrained from glaring at the mouse. "Our hearts and swords are at your service."

Behind them, Lucy leaned towards her older sister. "Oh my gosh, he is so cute."

"Who said that?" Reepicheep snapped, pointing his unsheathed sword around him as he tried to find the culprit.

Queen Lucy smiled sheepishly as she took a step away from her sister. "Sorry."

Beth smiled at the little girl, already adoring the Valiant Queen. In Anvard, her adoptive's father castle, she had read about Lucy's eternal faith in Aslan, even going against her siblings to defend her faith.

Beth had always taken risky decisions in her life because it was the necessary thing to do to save herself or her loved ones. The bravery to stand for what she believed in without caring for the outcome was something Beth had always longed to have, so she had always admired the Valiant Queen.

When he realised it had been one of the Queens of Old the one who said such misguided comment, Reepicheep stammered as he tried to come up with a dignified answer.

"Your Majesty, with the greatest respect," he finally uttered, "I do believe courageous, courteous or chivalrous might be more fit for a knight of Narnia."

"Well, at least some of you can handle a blade," King Peter smirked.

Beth raised her eyebrows, noticing how he and Caspian glared at each other.

That was the thing with men in powerful positions, she figured. They tended to be possessive about it.

"Yes, indeed. And I have recently put it to good use, securing weapons for your army, sir." Reepicheep bowed deeply at Peter.

"Good. Because we are going to need every sword we can get." Peter looked sternly at Caspian before glancing at the telmarine's hand, which still held Rhindon.

Caspian handed Rhindon back to his owner with a defiant glare. "Well, then you will probably be wanting yours back."

Beth decided to cut in before they fought again. She walked forward, altering her voice to make it as powering as possible. "Your majesties, we need to keep moving."

Both leaders nodded, Peter gesturing at her with his hand. "Of course. Lead the way, please."

The princess nodded and gestured her army to move back to the How. She moved to follow but it was then that the Just King chose to address her.

He walked until he stood before his brother and looked at her right in the eyes. "Wait. We didn't catch your name."

Beth returned his look for a second, ignoring how both Queens of Old, King Peter and Caspian stifled amused chuckles. She smiled slightly, taking comfort as the young king blushed.

At least the two of them were embarrassing themselves together.

"I'm Crown Princess Elizabeth of Archenland. Please follow me."

And with that, Beth turned to follow their army, Caspian and the Kings and Queens of Old behind her.

He missed the man he was a few hours ago.

Don't get him wrong, he was glad to have found the Narnians and Caspian seemed like an alright guy but he didn't want distractions. He had come to Narnia focused on saving it and nothing else.

And then, he had woken up to Lucy's scream.

And a few minutes later, he had met the Princess of Archenland.

Life was completely different now.

Edmund walked besides Trumpkin, watching as Elizabeth and Peter walked before him, talking animatedly.

He knew Peter had taken a likeness to the princess merely as a leader but still, he felt irrational jealousy as he watched the two of them discuss with interest.

He had considered joining them, of course- after all he was also king-, but he didn't want to risk making a fool of himself. He had already blushed like an idiot when he asked his name and he didn't how he would fare with a complete conversation.

So, taking advantage in the distraction of his siblings, he took the time to study the girl a few steps before him.

He glanced at her beautiful wavy golden hair, studying the way it bounced as she walked. He had never been interested in fashion or hairstyles, but he couldn't help but love the intricate braid arrangement she had made with her long hair as to keep it loose but still away from her face.

As she glanced at Peter, he noticed her sparkling green eyes so full of life.

Edmund gulped.

Yes, it would be better if he stayed away from the princess until this crush of his disappeared.

"You are not being subtle."

Edmund glanced sideways, paling as Caspian fell into step with him. "Excuse me?"

"You've been staring at her ever since we met." Caspian smiled knowingly. He patted the embarrassed king on the shoulder. "It's okay. You couldn't have chosen better. She's one of the best people I know and like a sister to me."

Edmund gave up on trying to pretend he didn't know what Caspian was talking about. He knew he had been too obvious.

"I don't understand why is she here. Is Archenland helping us against Miraz?" Edmund asked, keeping his eyes on the prince.

Just then, Beth glanced at them, Peter still talking besides her. Caspian smiled at her while Edmund looked away awkwardly.

So, he was slightly intimidated by the warrior princess leading his army. Sue him.

"My tutor wrote to the Archelandian royal family to let them know about my escape and ask for any possible aid. Beth tried to get her adoptive father, King Ersan, to offer me an army but he didn't want to risk jeopardising their relationship with Miraz. Beth escaped Anvard that same night and made her way to Narnia."

Edmund was awestruck. "Alone? Why would she do that?"

Caspian chuckled and shook his head. "She said she couldn't just sit in Anvard and pray for her best friend's success. She needed to come and help me. Once we managed to get an army, the least I could do was name her my second in command."

Edmund glanced at the princess with newfound respect and slight nerves. She had risked everything to come all this way to help her best friend and do what she thought was right. He couldn't help but admire her bravery and loyalty and hope that someday her actions would be rewarded.

Seeing the young king's look of admiration, Caspian chuckled again.

"So, like I said, it's okay if you like her," Caspian spoke again, snapping Edmund out of his daze, "She's amazing, truly. But I needed you to know that there's more to her than just her looks. I think my job on that front is done, wouldn't you say?"

"Indeed," Edmund replied, his voice trembling as the princess glanced at them, nodded at Peter and then turned to walk towards them.

Caspian chuckled subtly besides the King before smiling at the princess as she stepped into Caspian's other side. "Hello, Beth."

"I'm sorry, Caspian, Your Majesty," Beth replied, her voice wavering slightly as she felt Edmund's eyes on her, "But King Peter wants to discuss our plans with you, Caspian."

Caspian raised his eyebrows in surprise but nodded, eager to prove himself to the High King. "Very well, then. Excuse me Beth, King Edmund."

Caspian left and just like that, king and princess were walking side by side on their own.

Edmund bit his lip unconsciously as silence fell between them. Talking had never been his thing, that had always been Peter's, which is why they made a good team. Now, he actually wished he wasn't so quiet or thoughtful and that he would open up more. True, this was only one of his firsts crushes but this girl, what she knew about her, only told her she was different from the others, and that made him want to impress her.

Once upon a time, he had been a king with self-respect.

Those days were long, though.

"I hope you had an easy journey, King Edmund," The princess finally commented as she steered closer to the king.

"Just Edmund, please," Edmund replied, his heart faltering as he took notice of the princess answering smile. Her smile was his favorite part about her so far, followed by her voice. "We did, yes, not without some quarrels. I think we exhausted poor Trumpkin."

Beth glanced back at the dwarf, who now walked with Trufflehunter and Nikabrik before shrugging. "I don't know, Edmund. I've heard stories of the stubbornness in that dwarf."

"I can believe them." Edmund laughed as he ran a hand through his hair. "What about you, Princess Elizabeth? I hope you had an easy journey, especially after everything you've done for us already."

"I see Caspian's blabbed about me. Well, Edmund, I hardly did anything other than to support a friend," Beth replied humbly. She smirked to hide how her cheeks tinted pink at his praise. "And I insist you call me Beth. Everyone calls me that."

"Very well, Beth," Edmund agreed, rather liking how her name was so simple, yet she seemed so...deep. "But I'm still grateful. You were here when I wasn't, fighting to save my people only because it was the right thing to do."

"Well, it was hardly any of your fault that you weren't here," Beth argued as she played with the belt of her sword. Edmund's smile widened as he noticed how Beth hid her blush behind her long hair. "Besides, you came here when it mattered. The Narnians have been praying for your return ever since Caspian blew Queen Susan's horn. Once they see you, their faith will return."

Edmund smiled gratefully at the princess. Somehow, she had decreased all of his concerns with one conversation. He felt the overwhelming urge to hug her so he clasped his hands behind his back. "Thank you, Beth. I'm really glad you've joined us."

Beth looked up at the king with a shy smile. "I'm really glad I came too, Edmund."

Just then, Fabros appeared by their side. "I'm sorry Your Majesty, Your Highness, but King Peter and Prince Caspian need to talk to you, My King, and the Queens of Old have requested you to join them, Princess."

Fabros left immediately, leaving Edmund and Beth to look at each other with sorrow as their conversation was ending so quickly.

"Perhaps we can talk more once we reach our destination?" Edmund asked, praying to himself that he didn't sound too desperate.

"That can be arranged." Beth smirked as she rested a hand on the king's arm. "In the meantime, try not to ask too much about me to Caspian. The guy tends to embarrass me."

"Wait, what-" Edmund stammered as Beth walked away towards his sisters with an amused smile.

Edmund shook his head with a smile before heading the opposite way. He felt as if he had met his match, and it was an unnerving yet amazing feeling.

"Did you call?" The youngest king asked as he joined his brother and the Prince. They both smiled wickedly at him, their quarrel for who's the biggest alpha male momentarily forgotten.

Edmund sighed. That could only mean they'd ganged up. Against him.

"So? How did it go?" Peter smirked teasingly.

"Don't know what you are talking about, Peter," Edmund immediately replied, not feeling like getting into this now. Truthfully, if he had been called only for this, he would have rather stayed with Beth.

"You should be grateful we summoned you and not your sisters, King Edmund," Caspian intervened with a amused glint in his eyes. "You know how girls are with this issues."

Edmund had enough when Peter laughed at Caspian's comment. There they were, two people who had been hissing at one another ever since they'd meet and now, they had allied to corner him.

"First, its Edmund," the Just King began with a glare. They all could try to play but when it came to teasing people, he was the best at it. "Secondly, it's funny how you talk about girls that way when you've been gossiping amongst yourselves like children. And, if anything, my crush isn't the only one here so you shouldn't be annoying me this much."

Edmund stood there only the enough to catch Peter's icy glare and Caspian's horrified stare before walking away with a satisfied smirk.

He had been focused in a conversation with an amazing girl and they had made him leave her side to be teased. The nerve of this people.

A few moments later, the trees around them began to scatter. Knowing what that meant, Edmund rushed forward to the front of the group so he could see their destination for himself.

As he arrived by the edge of the forest, Edmund stopped walking to study the structure before him with awe.

"This is the How," Beth suddenly spoke from beside him. She smiled and pointed at the different groups outside, "It was built by Narnians after you guys left and it's where your people's been living for the last couple of days. They're all very excited that you're here."

"This is amazing," Edmund breathed in awe, looking again at the How before smiling at the princess. "You've all done an amazing job, Beth."

Beth smiled gratefully, and nodded her head forward. "Go on, then. Check it for yourself."

Edmund nodded and rushed forward to walk with his siblings at the front of the group, Caspian and Beth behind them.

As the six of them reached the entrance of the How, centaurs stood on either side and presented their swords and axes as a salute to the Kings and Queens of Old.

Caspian and Beth stood behind them, watching in awe as the four monarchs walked down the entrance and inside.

None of them had dared to believe the monarchs had been summoned when Caspian blew the horn so he and Beth had been ready to lead the revolution on their own. Still, they felt much better at knowing they had been heard, their prayers had been answered, and help had arrived.

Both leaders exchanged a look and the princess smirked with mild amusement.

"This is going to be fun."

It was weird how things evolved.

Even things that he had imagined thousands of times and hoped for frantically, they still managed to be unexpected in some way or another.

Caspian hadn't dare to hope the Kings and Queens of Old would answer his call but still, deep down, he had imagined what the moment would be like when he encountered those legendary monarchs.

Now, the dream had become a reality and Caspian had not been prepared for how smitten he would become with the Gentle Queen.

He wasn't sure what was that draw him to Queen Susan in the first place but from the moment he laid eyes on her he was a gone man.

It wasn't even her beauty, rather than something of her soul that spoke to him and made her stand out amongst all women he'd ever known.

He mentally smacked himself. He wished this sort of thoughts could abandon him until he had won the revolution. He could use his mind for other things than to develop crushes on ancient queens.

Caspian shook his head slightly to get rid of his train of thought as he spotted the two kings studying their surroundings. He walked towards them determined to earn their approval, especially the High King's.

"I know it's not what you are used to," the prince said as he reached the two kings, "but it's defensible."

Peter only nodded, his expression stern as he studied the soldiers making weapons. His brother on the other hand nodded approvingly as he glanced around.

"We need to keep a record of the weapons we have and find a way to make the ones we still need," Edmund commented.

Caspian nodded in agreement but before he could say anything, Susan appeared from the corridor by the other extreme of the room.

"Guys," she called, "you may want to see this."

Peter nodded and went to join her, Edmund and Caspian behind, the latter frowning at the High King against his will.

He could take Peter hating him. After all, he didn't precisely live to have anyone approve of him other than the Narnians but still, he thought Peter could try to be helpful at least, instead of undermining him permanently.

Peter, Edmund and Caspian followed Susan into a corridor full of drawings and found Lucy and Beth already there studying one of Susan and Lucy riding on Aslan's back towards the White Witch's castle.

Edmund quickly joined them while Peter stood with Susan before one of their coronation. The latter glanced at the corridor briefly before her eyes lay on Caspian, complete wonder on them.

"It's us," she stated with awe, "What is this place?"

Caspian and Beth exchanged a surprised glance.

"You don't know?" finally the prince replied, receiving as an answer nothing but four confused and intrigued stares.

Wordlessly, Beth walked towards the torches hanging on either wall, giving one to Peter, Edmund and Caspian. Then, Caspian took the lead deeper into the caves, the other five following closely.

None of them spoke as they walked. The six of them could feel the tremendous power that place had, the kind of magic they associated with Aslan and all their happiest memories, so they were speechless, filled by a sense of pure, golden joy.

As they arrived, the four monarchs stood side by side on the entrance. They could feel they had entered into a huge cave, maybe the biggest in the How, but it was filled with a complete, penetrating darkness, making them feel slightly anxious.

After a moment, Caspian moved to the side, leaning his torch down to the ditch filled with oil. As the fire raced along the sides of the cave, the six of them blinked rapidly to get used to the light.

Beth and Caspian stood behind in silence as the four siblings took notice of the beautiful carving of Aslan on the other side of the wall. In the middle of the room stood the legendary Stone Table.

After a long moment in which the Pevensie struggled to come up with something to say, Lucy was the one to walk silently forward, followed by her older sister.

The Valiant Queen slowly rested a hand on the Stone Table. She glanced at it silently, as if reliving her memories of it before slowly, almost hesitatingly, she glanced at her sister with teary' eyes.

"He must know what he is doing," Lucy stated sadly, yet as faithful as she'd ever been.

Behind her, Peter glared at the carving of the Great Lion, betrayal shifting his usual serious expression into a scowl. "It's up to us now."

Lucy merely glanced back at the carving of Aslan. Before it stood the stone' frame He had appeared through when He came back to life.

Behind them all, Caspian looked at Beth worriedly. Beth shrugged and sighed sadly before glancing back at the first image she'd had of Aslan.

Caspian glanced at it as well, trying to assure himself that everything would be okay.

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