I wake up and look around to see everyone still sound asleep.
'Peter', I whispered, slightly shaking him, 'Get up!'
'Certainly, Ali. Whatever you want.' He rolls over and keeps sleeping. I walk away in the direction of my dream again. As I keep walking, I hear a growl.
'Aslan?'
Someone sneaks up behind me and puts a hand over my mouth, and drags me back. I see that it is Peter and relax a little. We look ever to see the source of the growl: a Minotaur. Peter signals me to be quiet, draws his sword, and slowly starts walking towards the Minotaur.
But then suddenly a soldier came out of nowhere and attacks him. They fight, Peter swings but misses and sticks his sword into a tree. The soldier kicks him and he falls. He recovers quickly, coming up to the soldier with a rock as he picks up Peters sword.
'No!' I cry as I walk into view. They stop, Peter looks around to see the Narnians come out of hiding, as I'd seen them mere seconds before. The soldier points Peters sword at him and breaths heavily.
'Prince Caspian?' Peter questions.
"Yes", He answers suspiciously, 'And who are you?'
'Peter!' Susan calls before Peter could reply. She, Ed, Lucy and Trumpkin run up. Caspian looks at the sword in his hand and then back at Peter. 'High King Peter?'
'I believe you called', he states.
'Well, yes but...' Caspian says awkwardly, 'I thought you'd be older.'
'Well, if you'd like, we can come back in a few years.' Peter states sarcastically.
'No!' Caspian insisted, 'No, that's alright. You're just... you're not exactly what I expected.' Peter looks over at me, then at Susan.
'Neither are you', Edmund says, I can see him glance at the Minotaur.
'A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes.' a badger explains.
A mouse with a blade steps forward to Peter: 'We have anxiously awaited your return, my liege. Our hearts and swords are at your service.'
'Oh my gosh', Lucy whispers to Susan and me, 'He's so cute.'
'Who said that?' The mouse exclaims as he draws his sword.
'Sorry', Lucy apologizes quietly.
'Oh, uh... your Majesty', the mouse, Reepicheep, said surprised, 'with the greatest respect... I do believe courageous, courteous or chivalrous might more befit a knight of Narnia.'
'Well, at least we know some of you can handle a blade', Peter complemented.
'Yes indeed', Reepicheep stated, 'And I have recently put it to good use acquiring weapons for your army, Sire.'
'Good', Peter comments before turning back to Caspian, 'Because we are going to need every sword we can get.'
'Well then, you'll probably be wanting yours back.' Caspian gives Peter his sword, he sheathes it. He reaches his hand over to me and I take it, I look at Caspian who just then seems to realize who I am.
Peter, me and Caspian walk through the forest, followed by the Narnians. Centaurs stand on either side of the entrance to what they call 'Aslans How' and raise their swords. Caspian stops and let's all of us go first. I smile at a child centaur who is holding his sword too low. We enter the How and find Narnians making weapons.
'It may not be what you are used to', Caspian told us, 'But it's defensible.'
'Peter, Alexa', Susan called from one of the hallways, 'You may want to see this.'
All the boys carry torches as we all look at carvings on the wall.
'It's us', Susan said, looking at the carving that showed us as kings and queens.
'What is this place?' Lucy asked Caspian.
'You don't know?' Caspian picks up a torch and leads us down a dark tunnel. At the end, he lights a fire and it spreads around the room, revealing carvings of Narnians and Aslan... and the cracked Stone Table. I look at the carving of Aslan and slowly walks forward. I turn back.
'He must know what he's doing', Lucy tells me.
'I think it's up to us now', Peter states.
In the Stone Table room, Peter talks to the Narnians.
'It's only a matter of time. Miraz' men and war machines are on their way', he says, 'That means those same men aren't protecting his castle.
'What do you propose we do, Sire?' Reepicheep asked.
'We-' - 'Our-' Peter looks at Caspian, who concedes.
'Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us', Peter states.
'But that's crazy', Caspian objects, 'no one has ever taken that castle.
'There's always a first time', Peter insisted.
'We'll have the element of surprise', Trumpkin adds.
'But we have the advantage here', Caspian stands firm.
'If we dig in', Susan argues, 'we could probably hold them off indefinitely.'
'I, for one, feel safer underground', Truffelhunter comments.
'Look', Peter told Caspian, 'I appreciate what you've done, but this isn't a fortress, it's a tomb.'
'Yes', Peter confirms, 'And if the Telmarines are smart, they'll just starve us out.'
'We could collect nuts!' Pattertwig, a squirrel, offers.
'Oh yes and throw them at the Telmarines! ... Shut up!' Reepicheep snaps sarcastically before turning to Peter, 'I think you know where I stand on this, Sire.'
With that he turned do Glenstorm: 'If I can get your troops in, can you handle the guards?'
'Or die trying, my liege.'
'That's what I'm worried about.' I say, gaining everyone's attention.
'Sorry?' Peter questions.
'Well', I continue, "You're all acting like there are only two options: dying here or dying there.'
'I'm not sure you've really been listening, Alexa.' Peter says.
'No, you're not listening', I snapped, 'Or have you forgotten who really defeated the White Witch, Peter?'
'I think we've been waiting for Aslan long enough.' Peter concludes, 'and besides that, you are staying here.'
'What?!' I snap.
'Alexa, it's not safe. Last time, when we fought the White Witch, you almost died.'
'But Peter -'
'This is no discussion', Peter interrupted, 'You're saying, and that's final.'
I shake my head and glare at him, before storming of.
