Prince Caspian (Alternate version)

Frenemy

As for Caspian, he walked inside the How and stared at the mural of Pevensies in their Kingish and Queenish outfits during their reign here. How could he have done such stupid thing. He used the powerful horn to summon them and expected help from them, but due to their stubbornness, he felt that his hope has lost.

"What the hell I have done?" Caspian muttered himself.

Just then, he heard footsteps coming down, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

"That magic horn of yours?" sneered a voice. "How did it feel when you blew it?"

Caspian turned to see it was Nikabrik, who just spoke.

"I swear to God, I wanna strangle his neck right now." Caspian thought angrily. Aloud, he demanded, "What the hell do you want?"

"Those Kings and Queens have failed us." Nikabrik smirked. "And you're proud that you brought them back now?"

Caspian stared at him. "How the hell should I know?" He retorted cooly, but deep inside him, he wants to murder him right now.

"Your army is half-dead, and so the rest will be." Nikabrik said.

"So what do you want? A congratulations?" Caspian demanded cooly.

"Hell, no." Nikabrik said unfathomably. "You want your uncle's blood."

Caspian hesistated. "Yeah, so what?" He asked cooly.

"And so do we." Nikabrik said triumphantly. Caspian jumped. Nikabrik continued, "You want this throne and everything? We can get it for you."

Nikabrik walked off and Caspian followed him. Then they found themselves back at the hall where the stone table is.

"You tried one ancient power and it failed," The dwarf snarled. "But there is a power greater still. One that kept even Aslan at bay for near a hundred years," he added with an evil smirk.

Caspian heard a soft growling breath and drew out his sword, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Who's there?' Caspian asked, trying to keep his fear.

"I am hunger." said a new raspy voice. "I am thirst. I can fast a hundred years and not die. I can lie a hundred nights on the ice and not freeze. I can drink a river of blood and not burst. Show me... your enemies!" the voice growled and removed the cloak.

Caspian saw that the voice belongs to the Werewolf appeared and the other voice belongs to the Hag, who removed her cloak. A werewolf appeared and Caspian remained still.

"Look, whoever you are, I'm not scared of you or that other bastard." Caspian said cooly, but thought deep inside him, he felt terrible.

"That's just pity." Nikabrik sneered.

The Hag spoke out, "What you hate, so will we. No one hates better than us!" she said.

Caspian lowered his sword and pursed his lips. "You can guarantee Miraz's death?" he asked.

The Hag nodded and bowed deeply. "Hell yes and there's more!" she added.

Caspian sheathed his sword and turned his head to Nikabrik, who nodded with a smirk.

Nikabrik looked at the Hag, who looked at the werewolf.

"Let the circle be drawn!" she said and as the werewolf drew a large circle around Caspian, the Hag was casting a spell in a weird language.

As the circle was drawn, the Hag pulls out the broken remains of a long wand and jammed it into the floor, on the steps of an arch way.

There were ice was piling up the wall, covering the statue of Aslan. It grew higher and higher and then suddenly, a tall woman appeared in the ice, looking down at him.