{2} The Reborn Protector {Prince Caspian}

Returned

{Silver's POV}

"How much can you tell me?" Peter asked, as we walked along the ruins of Cair Paravel.

"Not much. I don't even know, when it happened really. It happened much so fast."

I said, and I reached out, and he gripped my hand securely. "You still have it." He said, and nodded at the ring around my neck.

"I saw that you have yours."

I said, as we continued to walk along the walls, alone. "How many years... I mean, after we left?"

He asked, and I looked at him. "I ruled peacefully for 10 years, to the day. But then the attack came."

I said, and he looked at me. "We should never have left." He said, and I looked at him.

"It was the will of Narnia that you would leave and return again Peter, at the same age as which you came into our world."

I said, and squeezed his hand, comforting him as much as I could, and he looked at me.

"There is nothing, nothing at all, ever that you could have ever done to will that to change."

I said, and he bowed his head only slightly in a nod and I kissed his cheek gently. "I missed you so much."

I heard him whisper. "It has been a whole lot longer for me Peter. I am still the Protector."

I said quietly, and he looked at me.

"How long? It has been only a single year for us all." He asked. "Thirteen hundred years."

I whispered, and he looked at me.

"Thirteen thousand years?" He whispered. "Yes." I said quietly, and he looked at me. "Silver..."

He said, and I just hugged him, needing the comfort of another, preferably one I knew well.

"Hey!" Edmund called to us, and I sighed at the familiar yell from him.

"I remember him doing it. Does he still always ruin the days by shouting at you?"

I asked, and Peter smiled at me.

"You have no idea." He said, and I kissed his cheek again, as we walked over to Edmund. "Catapults."

He said, crouching next to the rocks, and I looked at him and narrowed my eyes. "Whatever are catapults?"

I asked, and he looked at me. "Big siege machines. Able to shoot rocks from far away from their targets."

He said, and I nodded.

"There were many of them. Too many, to even hope to sabotage. I remember it, the screaming of the wind."

"A rock, it went... it went right through the window, when I was running to help man with the soldiers, the battlements."

I said, and Edmund looked at me.

"You still are a Warrior." He said, and I looked at him. "She always was. She always will be."

Peter said, and I was still holding his hand, as I led the way, back to where they had left their things, when they went hunting for the White Stag.

"I don't suppose you have any matches do you?" Peter asked Edmund.

The younger brother just shook his head. "No, but..." He said, opening his bag, and pulling out a metal looking thing, clearly from their world.

"But would this help?" He asked, and the look on Peter's face sent me into a fit of laughter within seconds.

"You might have mentioned that a bit sooner!" Peter said, and I coughed out my final laughs. "What is that?"

I asked, as a beam shone from the big end of the contraption. "It's a torch, in our world... We don't use fire or wood in our world for light. We have these."

Edmund said, and I led the way down with Edmund. "Wow. What achieves a such light?" I asked.

"How do you make it?" I amended, recognizing the confusion on the four faces. "I'll explain it to you later."

Ed said, and I nodded.

"Fair enough. After all, it sounds extraordinarily complicated enough as it is."

I said, as Peter caught up to me. "I can't believe it. It's all still here." He said, and I looked at him.

"We built the foundations of the roof strong enough to withstand anything that dared to fight us."

"That way, this would all still be here, for the day you all returned. We all in Narnia believed."

I said, and in the corner, was my own, rather small and undecorated chest. I wore the crown on my head.

Apart from that, all I had was my dagger and Loyalty, which was still now strapped across my back.

I went to it. "I was so tall." Lucy said, and Susan smiled. "Well you were a fair bit older then." Susan said.

"As opposed to hundreds of years later... when you're younger." Ed said and I laughed when I saw that he was wearing his adult helmet, on his child head.

"What is it?" Lucy asked, as Susan was still rifling through her chest and I did know, what she was missing.

"My horn. I must have left it on my saddle, the day we went back." Susan said, as she picked up her bow and quiver.

I did the same with my own, and watched as Peter solemnly opened up his own chest, and pulled his sword out of it's sheath.

"When Aslan bares his teeth, Winter meets its death." He said and I nodded at him, feeling the pang of pain again.

"When he shakes his mane... we shall have spring again." Lucy said, and he nodded at her.

"One thousand, and three hundred years terrified, we have waited for your return."

I said, and buckled Loyalty around my waist, and slid my bow and quiver  back onto my back.

"Everyone we knew... Mr Tumnus, and the Beavers... they're all gone."

She said, and I looked at her, and felt tears coming from my eyes as well as hers.

"They all wished for your return."

I said quietly.

"Everyone did, and they would be proud. So very proud. They would be utterly amazed, to see how you have all grown." I said.

"I think it's time that we found out what is going on." Peter said, picking up his shield, and then sheathing his sword again.