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Walking through the castle to inform the others about what Aslan had said, she saw the same figure who informed them of the Grey Lady. The figure turned to her and looked terrified. Lucy walked towards it and the figure moved backwards. Then it disappeared. Hearing footsteps, Lucy spun around and saw Andrew. "Look, Lucy- I- I'm-" Andrew stuttered. He looked awful and she whispered, "I understand." Andrew smiled and then furrowed his eyebrows slightly. "You know something."
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you."
With that, she turned on her heel and went looking for Caspian. Andrew stared at Lucy in amazement. As she walked, she felt as if she was being watched. It gave her chills down her spine. The castle seemed a lot bigger than she last recalled. Looking around her as she walked, she would see soldiers training or servants walking across rooms. She rubbed her arms at the sudden feeling of a cold breeze. All she could hear was her own breathing, footsteps and the rustle of distant leaves. She continued her walk down many corridors. She quickened her pace as she felt an uneasy feeling. Looking behind her, there was no one there. She stopped and loudly whispered, "Who's there? Ed is that you? It's not funny." Her breathing became shallow and shaky. Her mouth felt dry. I don't like it here she thought to herself. She gulped. She mentally shook her head and told herself off for being silly. Turning back, she started walking again. She walked past locked doors leading to unknown rooms. Past suits of armour that shone like stars in the night sky. The breeze picked up again. She stopped again and turned around again. No one there. Honestly Lucy Helen Pevensie! Don't be so silly! Lucy scolded herself mentally. She heard the distant sounds of laughter. Turning back, she continued on her walk to find Caspian. Something didn't feel right about this castle. She continued to walk and soon found herself in a room filled with old treasures. Narnians maps and compasses. Narnian weaponry. Things from her reign. Things she remembered from the old Narnia, she knew. Confused, she took a step backwards only to bump into a soft yet strong thing. Then everything went black.

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