The Call - Edmund Pevensie

3

After spending a little more time with the badger, who's name I learned was Trufflehunter, and Nikabrik, Caspian and I set out to find the rest of the Narnian's Trufflehunter told us about that supposedly were gathering somewhere nearby because of Queen Susan's horn. Trufflehunter had vehemently advised against this saying we should wait for the kings and queens to arrive, but Cas and I couldn't be swayed. I knew that getting to the Narnian's meant an army, and that meant a way to defeat our Uncle and take back our home. If they would accept us that is.

We'd been walking for about fifteen minutes when I'd heard the sound of something following us through the tall grass. Five minutes later, Caspian had shot me a look that said he'd heard it too. After another ten minutes or so of walking, I couldn't take it any longer. 

"We can hear you," I called, stopping to turn behind us. Slowly, Trufflehunter and Nikabrik appeared from their hiding places behind two trees. 

"I just think we should wait for the Kings and Queens," Trufflehunter stressed. Caspian didn't reply as he just kept walking. I turned to catch up with him. 

"Fine! See if the other's will be as understanding!" the badger cried out. 

"Maybe I'll come with you!" Nikabrik said almost giddily as he rushed to catch up with us. I didn't deign to point out that technically, they were already coming with us since they'd followed us from their home. "I want to see you explain things to the minitours!"

This caught Caspian's attention and he stopped and turned around. I followed suit, my eyebrow raised in suspicion. 

"Minitours?" Caspian asked. "They're real?"

"And very bad tempered," Trufflehunter supplied as the two of them caught up to us. 

"Yea, not meantion big," Nikabrick added.

"Huge," Trufflehunter said, moving his paws wide for emphasis. Caspian and I shared another look. Once I would have said that it was impossible for minitours to be alive. That they were nothing more than stories that the professor had whispered to Caspian and I growing up out of earshot of my uncle. However the fact that I was speaking with a talking badger and a dwarf meant that anything was possible at this point. 

"What about centaurs?" I asked. "Do they still exist?" 

"The centaurs will probably fight on your side, but there's no telling what the others will do," Trufflehunter called behind him. At some point the badger and dwarf had passed Caspian and I as we slowly began walking again. 

"What about Aslan?" Caspian asked. Both of them immediately stopped walking, looked at each other, then slowly looked back at us. 

"How do you know so much about us?" Nikabrik asked accusingly. I narrowed my eyes a little at him. I didn't like his tone, and something in his demeanor didn't sit right with me although I couldn't put my finger on it. 

"Stories," Caspian answered. 

"Wait a minute, your father told you stories... about Narnia?" Trufflehunter asked. 

"No, our professor..." he trailed off. A pang of sorrow hit my heart as I thought of our professor, who by now was probably in some rotting jail cell in the dungeons below the castle. And another pang, although much smaller pierced my heart at the thought that it probably would have been our father telling us Narnian stories if he hadn't died while Caspian and I were young. 

"Look, I'm sorry. These are not the kinds of questions you should be asking," Caspian said testily and pushed past the now confused Narnians. They looked at me, although all I could do was shrug. What could I say? Caspian had the talent to become moody within a seconds notice.