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Going up the stone steps we walk through the ruins exploring. At some point Lucy finds us an apple tree, she hands one to me and she takes a bite, I too take a bite but feel pain in my jaw, I flinched but no one but Edmund saw. I smile as he comes to my side. Peter walks up some steps and looks around. Lucy stares at the water.
"I wonder who lived here?" Lucy questions. I see Susan notices something on the ground and picks it up.
"I think we did." Susan declares all five of us look at the golden chess knight that Susan has found.
"Hey, that's mine... from my chess set." Edmund said as he took the piece from my twin and looked at it.
"Which chess set?" Peter asked.
"Well, I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?" Edmund said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at our brother.
"It can't be," I whispered as tears filled my eyes as I walked away from my siblings.
"Crescent!" Peter shouted as they followed me. I run over to the dais and spin around looking at the area my memoires of our home in front of me.
"Don't you see?" I questioned looking at my siblings.
"What?" Peter asked impatiently annoyance on his face, all directed at me.
"Imagine walls... And columns there... and a glass roof." I said pointing them out, the hallucination greeting them. As my eyes flared gold and stayed that way. "It's our home... Cair Paravel." I whispered sadly, the gold dimming from my eyes. Edmund bends down and looks at something.
"Catapults." Edmund states suddenly and all of us look to him.
Peter looks questioningly at our brother and asks. "What?"
"This didn't just happen. Cair Paravel was attacked." Edmund says and the boys run over to a wall and start moving it to reveal a door behind it. Myself, Lucy, and Susan stood behind them as they break the door down. Peter tears off a piece of his shirt and wraps it around a stick.
"I don't suppose you have any matches in there, do you?" Peter asks Edmund as I frown wondering why he wouldn't ask me to light it on fire.
"No... but would this help?" Edmund asks as he pulls an electric torch out his bag.
"You might've mentioned that a bit sooner!" Peter smiles laughing as Edmund smirks. Edmund leading the way as he pulls me behind him keeping a tight hold of my hand. We all pause when we see the treasure chamber, and our five chests below. Quickly we rush down.
"I can't believe it. It's all still here." Peter whispers as we all run over to our chests. Lucy pulls out a dress.
"I was so tall." Lucy giggled as she held the dress up to herself.
"Well, you were older then." Susan states a smile on her face.
"As opposed to hundreds of years later... when you're younger." Edmund says grinning as he has his old helmet on his head.
I giggled at Edmund and reached forward, my statue holding onto my staff, I pulled the elegant weapon out and held it tightly, I sighed loudly as I felt my magic greet the staff in welcome. I looked through my chest until I heard Lucy speak up. "What is it?"
"My horn. I must've left it on my saddle the day we went back." Susan said sadly. I smiled to her in comfort and pulled my trinket out of the chest, I smiled and placed it around my neck. I gasped quietly as I saw things a bit better speckles of dust flying, the smell stronger. I blinked but it wouldn't stop.
"Crescent! You have lion ears!" I heard Lucy shout, I looked at her and saw every little detail on her.
"What?!" I screeched as I grabbed a little mirror in my chest and looked at it seeing the ears and slowly, they disappeared. I touched the trinket with my hand and the ears came back, I did the movement again and they vanished. "Okay so that's what Father Christmas meant," I whispered as I looked to my shocked siblings.
"That was so cool," I heard Edmund state, getting over his shock. He stared at me with a bright smile.
I looked over to Peter seeing him looking at his sword. "When Aslan bears his teeth, winter meets its death."
"'And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.' Everyone we knew... Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers... they're all gone." Lucy whispered in sadness; her friends all gone. I walked over to her and brought her into a tight hug.
"I think it's time we found out what's going on." I said with determination and brought my old armour out, the last time I wore this was when both myself and Aslan fought the witch. The boys left us to change and we quickly got dressed.
Once outside we ran down the stairs we came up and walked the beach. I looked in the distance seeing two soldiers on a little boat. My eyes widened as I saw a dwarf with them, I ran forward quickly with my siblings behind me.
Susan takes aim and shoots her arrow; the arrow hits the side of the boat. We run up and draw our weapons my staff glinting in the light. Susan quickly puts another arrow to the string.
"Drop him!" Susan shouts.
I look at my twin with confusion. The soldiers drop the dwarf into the water doing exactly as Susan said. One of them picks up a crossbow, and Susan shoots him. The other jumps into the water and swims away. The dwarf sinks to the bottom, and Peter dives in and pulls him to shore. Edmund pulls the boat in. Lucy cuts the dwarf's 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 grumbled.
"I think they were doing fine drowning him without your help." I muttered, and Susan punched me on the shoulder, I growled at her as I rubbed my arm.
"Maybe we should have let them." Peter grumbled a nasty look on his face.
"Why were they trying to kill you anyway?" Lucy asked, her calming nature kicking in.
"They're Telmarines. That's what they do." The dwarf grumbled.
"Telmarines? In Narnia?" I asked frowning.
"Where have you been for the last few hundred years?" The dwarf asked staring at me confused.
"It's a bit of a long story." I said. Susan hands Peter's sword back to him as I speak. The dwarf notices the hilt and looks up at Peter. He surveys the five of us.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me. You're it? You're the kings and queens of old?" He asked looking at us shocked.
"High King Peter... the Magnificent." Peter said, an air of arrogance around him.
"You probably could have left out the last bit." I said aloud as I walked over to the little boat and inspected it.
"Probably." The dwarf chuckles.
"You might be surprised." Peter said. I hear him draw his sword out, I turned and raised my eyebrow at him.
"Oh, you don't want to do that, boy." The dwarf mutters, arrogance around both.
"Not me. Him." Peter says he looks at Edmund who draws his sword. Peter hands his sword to the dwarf. He takes it and then the sword drops in the sand. Edmund smiles at Peter. Suddenly, the dwarf knocks Edmund's sword away and swings. Edmund ducks, and the dwarf hits him in the face. Edmund backs off.
"Edmund!" Lucy shouts in concern for our brother.
"Aww, you alright?" The dwarf questions, mocking Edmund. They circle around and continue fighting. The dwarf slashes at Edmund's feet, but he jumps with both feet off the ground so that the blow goes under them. A few seconds later, the Dwarf's sword flies out of his grip. The dwarf stares and falls in the sand. "Beards and bedsteads! Maybe that horn worked after all." The dwarf states as Susan becomes alert to it.
