Prince Caspian (Alternate version)

Underground Break-In

Meanwhile, Bastila led the Narnians to the castle, while the three older Pevensie siblings and Caspian travelled to the castle by riding the gryphons in the air.

"This is one time that I wished they have a few more creatures, so we can get there faster..." Trumpkin grumbled.

"Believe me, so do I." Bastila said in a slight exasperation. "But it doesn't matter, it won't be that far."

There was silence along the way, as Bastila led ahead of everyone out of the field and into the forest and then found themselves into a vast outskirts of Narnia.

"Did anyone noticed that our leader was being a psychotic jerk to to all of us?" asked someone among the Narnians.

"Yeah, it's like we're looking up to the White Witch." another one said and everyone laughed.

This remark, however, strikes Bastila a thought. She shares the same knowledge with everyone at the fact that Peter was the previous High King of Narnia before he and his siblings, who were also crowned king and queens, left.

"I wonder what was Peter like before?" Bastila pondered in deep silence. "Was he angry and psychotic, like now, or was he different in the past? Did the White Witch almost scarred the siblings' lives away like she did to Edmund?"

Her thought was interrupted when Trumpkin nudged her.

"You do realize that everyone has a point about Peter and his ways of being a king?" Trumpkin expounded.

Bastila hesitated and sighed slightly.

"Look, don't get me wrong," Bastila said sincerely. "I respect Peter and his siblings, even though Peter is a dick, but..." She trailed off.

"Yes?" Trumpkin asked.

"I honestly think that Peter really needs to learn how to control his temper." Bastila said. "And I understand that this whole Miraz thing really got him on edge and it's probably normal for him to open his feelings and determination about the plan."

"Well, you might be right." Trumpkin said.

"Yeah." Bastila said.

"Bastila?" Trumpkin asked. "Do I come with you and your group or I stay with everyone at the entrance?"

Bastila hesitated. "Well, it's best if you stay with everyone at the entrance." She said nonchalantly. Nikabrik gave her a hard look, and turned away.

"We're almost there." Bastila said and then saw a large pile of trees that led a passageway out of the forest. She then sighted a castle and the bridge to the entrance was only fifty feet from them.

"Okay, listen up!" Bastila said in a projective voice to address everyone. "I, with a group of 3 people, will go inside and open the gate doors for you, and I hope that you can all wait patiently."

"But the gate doors are locked, so how can you go in?" Someone asked.

"We will find a way to break in, except I only need Trumpkin, Reepicheep and some of the mices." Bastila said, "In the meantime, you can all wait here until I open the gate doors for you all."

"And I will watch all of us for protection until we go in." Glenstorm said and draw out his sword.

"Thanks, Glenstorm." Bastila said to the centaur and he nodded. "Be safe, guys." She said to them and everyone nodded.

"Okay, we're good." Bastila said to Trumpkin and Reepicheep as they walked away. Reepicheep and a few other mice climbed onto Bastila's shoulder.

"So how do we break in?" Reepicheep asked.