As we all explore the ruins, Lucy find and apple to eat, Peter walks up some stairs and looks around and I look over the water.
'I wonder who lived here', I say to no one especially.
'I think we did', Susan suddenly says.
The four of us go to Susan to see what she has found, a golden chess knight.
'Hey, that's mine', Edmund says as he came walking towards us, 'from my chess set.'
'Which chess set?' Peter questions.
'Well, I didn't exactly have a solid golden chess set in Finchley, did I?' Edmund asked somewhat sarcastically.
'It can't be', I hear Lucy mumble before she runs of.
'Lucy!' Peter calls before we all follow her.
She runs up some stairs and then stops, 'Don't you see?'
'What?'
'Imagine walls', she explains as she pushes all of us in a specific place, 'And columns there... and a glass roof.'
We looked around, only to realize where we are.
'Cair Paravel', I breath, 'How did this happen?' I ask Peter sadly. He looks at me, wrapping an arm around me: 'We'll find out.' he says comforting.
As we move further into the castles ruins, Ed bends down and looks at something, 'Catapults.'
'What?' Peter asks.
'This didn't just happen', Edmund concluded, 'Cair Paravel was attacked.
The boys run over to a wall and start moving it to reveal a door behind it. They break down the old, rotten, wooden door. We look at the dark staircase, when Peter tears off a piece of his shirt and wraps it around a stick.
'I don't suppose you have any matches, do you?' He asked his little brother.
'No...' Edmund reached into his bag, 'but would this help?' He pulls an electric torch out of his bag.
Peter smiled as I giggled: 'You might've mentioned that a bit sooner!'
Edmund leads the way as we all follow him inside. I pause when I see the treasure chamber and all five of our chests below. I rush down the stairs. 'I cant believe it. It's all still here.'
We all rush to our own chests, I see Lucy pull out a dress from hers: 'I was so tall.'
'Well, you were older then', I laughed.
'As opposed to hundreds of years later... when you're younger.' Edmund said ironically.
Peter blows the dust away from a large plate with a lion on it, he then slowly walks towards his chest that stands next to mine.
'Hmm', I mumble to myself.
'What is it?' Lucy asks.
'My horn', I say as I search through my chest, 'I must've left it on my saddle when we went back.'
Peter takes out his sword and draws it, he reads the inscription: 'When Aslan bears his teeth, winter meets its death.'
'And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.' I finish, this also being the inscription on my sword.
'Everyone we knew', Lucy says softly, 'Mr Tumnus and the Beavers, they're all gone.'
'I think it's time we found out what's going on.'
After we all get changed, we walked through the forest until we reached a riverbank. First we see a small boat, then two human soldiers rowing it, when they stop they pick up something... a dwarf! Susan lets an arrow fly and hits the side of the boat. We all draw out weapons as Susan quickly puts another arrow in the string.
'Drop him!' Susan demanded.
The soldiers drop the dwarf into the water. One of them picks up a crossbow, but before he can do anything else, Susan shoots him. The other one jumps into the water and swims away.
The dwarf starts sinking, Peter hands me his sword and sword belt before he dives into the water and, after a while, pulls the dwarf to shore. Edmund pulls in the boat as Susan and I join the group, concluding there were no more soldiers around, Lucy cuts the dwarfs bonds with her dagger. He pulls the gag off and says: '"Drop him"?! That's the best you can come up with?'
'A simple thank you would suffice', Susan says crossed.
'They were doing fine drowning me without your help.' The dwarf rages.
'Maybe we should have let them.' Peter tells him, they glare at each other.
'Why were they trying to kill you anyway?' I say as I move in between them.
'They're Telmarines', He breathed, 'That's what they do.'
'Telmarines', Ed said confused, 'In Narnia?'
'Where have you been for the last few hundred years?' He asked vexed.
'It's a bit of a long story', Lucy states.
I hand Peter back his sword. The dwarf seems to have noticed this, since he now surveys the five of us. 'Oh, you've got to be kidding me. You're it? You're the kings and queens of Old?'
'High King Peter... the Magnificent.' Peter holds out his hand to the dwarf.
I smile amused as I hold back a chuckle, 'You probably could have left out the last bit.'
The dwarf chuckles: 'Probably.'
'You might be surprised', Peter says as he draws his sword.
'Oh, you don't wanna do that, boy', the dwarf, Trumpkin, warns.
'Not me. Her.'
Peter looks at me as I draw my sword. Peter hands his to Trumpkin. He takes it, it seems as if he can't fully lift it as he almost drops it in the sand. I look at him suspiciously. And as I thought, Trumpkin knocks my sword away and swings. I duck but he gets the chance to knock me hard in the shoulder, I back off.
'Alexa!' Lucy cries.
'Aw, you alright?' Trumpkin asks for a second.
We circle and continue fighting. Trumpkin slashes at my feet, but I jump with both feet off the ground so that the blow goes under me. A few seconds later, I make the dwarfs sword fly out of his grip. Trumpkin stares and falls down in the sand.
'Beards and Beadsteads! Maybe that horn worked after all.'
'What horn?' I question surprised.
