There once was a land called Narnia. There were dancing trees, talking animals and happiness. The two kings and two queens had succeeded in keeping the peace. That was 1300 years ago. Left behind was an infant girl, daughter of the high king, Peter...
The cold, stone floor beneath my feet felt like ice. My bare feet were red from pacing around the cell. My clothes looked ragged and with other words, so did I. The light in my cell was dimmed and my sight was clouded by the darkness that surrounded me. All the light that I got was from a small crack in the wall. That was unless there was somebody outside of my cell, providing me with food. Unlike the other cells, mine was completely isolated. There was a small window that could be opened by the telmarines to make sure that I still lived, but the rest was made out of thick walls.
I had one visitor that I held close to my heart, the professor. He was kind and gentle. He often brought me an extra piece of bread from the kitchen which may seem like a simple gesture, but after two years in a cell, food and freedom is what you long for the most. That was until he got placed in the cell next to me. Now, I am the one supporting him. Every evening I ask him to tell me of the stars, what it feels like to bathe in the sun. I missed the nature more than anything.
I heard footsteps echo loudly as somebody ran down the stairs. I was in a weak state. They had not fed me for two days and the lack of exercise made me crumble slowly. I rested my head against the cold wall, not caring about the low temperature. My shoulders were bare because of the impractical dress that Miraz had made me wear once he met me. I was his worst nightmare and he knew it.
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"Caspian, my prince, you should not have come here! I did not help you escape just so that you could return!", cried the professor as I heard his cell open. I was growing curious.
"I could not leave you. Now we have to get out of here", "My prince, wait... I must tell you this. Your father, he did not die of natural causes... I am so sorry", you could almost hear a pin drop. I scooted closer to the cell and groaned as I tried to move my weakened body.
"Professor, what is going on?", spoke I with worry to my only friend.
"There is nothing to worry about, my dear. Everything will be just fine", he took a pause before I heard the young man's voice again.
"Who is that?", silence fell.
"She was captured two years ago. She is not a Telmarine, Caspian. She is someone special. You need to take her out of here, bring her with you", I was starting to grow irritated. I did not want to be carried away like a damsel in distress by some handsome prince! All I wanted was my freedom, but I guess my longing for freedom was greater than I thought for only a few seconds later, the dark door to my cell opened. The only other times someone opened that door was to tie a knot around my eyes and beat me in front of a crowd to prove that nothing could stop the telmarines and the mighty Miraz.
I squinted my eyes and tried to cover myself up with my hand. Scooting away was no use since I already was pressed against the wall. My vision cleared as the man walked closer to me with a lit torch in his right hand. His hair was dark and long. His skin was tanned and his brown eyes held compassion. He seemed kind.
