Narnia : The Unwritten Tale (Lucy Pevensie Fanfic)

Reunited and Finding Out the Truth

A mysterious figure walks towards the familiar door. But when they get closer, they look around to make sure no one had followed. They were in the clear; no one had followed, so they were safe to walk in. When they did, it was a sight no one wants to see.

Caspian stands in the corner with a fire poker, Nikabrik stands in front of the door with his sword, and Trufflehunter is cleaning up a bowl of what looks like soup. The mysterious figure wasn't seen, but when they look back at Caspian, they see Nikabrik swing at him, but Caspian blocks him. Until Trufflehunter spoke up.

"Now that's enough, Nikabrik! Or do I have to sit on your head again?"

With that, the figure let out a little chuckle. That's when all three were on guard. They all look at the doorway to see nothing.

"Who's there? Friend or foe?" asked Trufflehunter.

That's when they heard a voice as clear as day, but right behind Caspian.

"I'm a friend of yours, and I guess this sleeping beauty finally woke up."

Caspian gasped and turned around and tried to harm them, but he was too slow, for he was already disarmed from his weapon before he disappears with the pickax back in its place. Caspian looks around for a while until he spots them sitting on a chair while munching on stale bread.

"It's good to see you again, dear friend," said Trufflehunter.

"You too, Trufflehunter," was the reply.

"Now, look what you made me do! I had spent half the morning on that soup," Trufflehunter directed his comment towards Caspian.

"What are you?" he asked while stumbling over his words.

"It's funny. You'd think more people would recognize a badger when they saw one," was Trufflehunter's reply.

"No, I mean… You're Narnians. You're supposed to be extinct," explained Caspian.

"Sorry to disappoint," said Nikabrik.

"Actually, I'm not full Narnian. So that makes me more like everyone else in this world, a bit more.... What's the word, Trufflehunter?" asked the figure.

"Extraordinary," was his response.

"A-ha, yes. Thank you. Extraordinary."

"Then who are you?" Caspian asked.

"Well, I guess you would have figured it out, but I guess it's time to accept the truth."

And with a flick of the wrist, the hood of the cloak was off and revealing a young boy. But when Caspian noticed who it was, he gasped.

"Killian!"

"It's good to see you again, brother," was his reply. "But we should get on with what we are doing."

When Killian finished speaking, Trufflehunter came back with another bowl of soup. He puts it in front of Caspian and looks up and speaks.

"Here we are. Still hot."

"Since when did we become a boarding house for Telmarine soldiers?" exclaimed Nikabrik.

"Turning you into an ugly bug still stands, Nikabrik," said Killian with a tint of anger in his voice. Also, his eyes had changed.

"We are not soldiers! I'm Prince Caspian… the tenth. And that's Prince Killian."

"What are you both doing here?" asked Nikabrik.

"Running away."