This is a mix of book and movie verse. Of course it happens during some random time during the Golden Ages which isn't covered by either, so it doesn't really matter too much.

Disclaimer: If you think I might actually own Narnia, you probably need to get your head examined.

"I do not think I am ready," Caspian told Aslan, his shame from past events still weighing on him.

"It is for that reason you are," Aslan said.

Caspian shook his head, still unsure of himself. "Is there any way to… to give me more time?"

"You are in fact ready, and yet, it would not do any good for you to doubt yourself so much. I cannot change the date of your coronation, but I can allow you to spend time in another time period. And grow there," Aslan said. "What time would you like to live during?"

"Is… is there any chance I can go to their world?" Caspian asked timidly, gesturing towards the Pevensies.

"Nay, son. It would not do you any good to be there. But you can spend time with them during the Golden Ages if you wish," Aslan said fondly.

"Then that is the time I want to visit," Caspian said eagerly, before nervously glancing at Peter. Peter smiled, making Caspian feel more confident that he would in fact be wanted in the Golden Ages.

"Then I will send you there. You must not tell anyone that you are from another time period. I will send you to Cair Paravel, and you are to say that you are a traveler from Telmar. From there, you must decide on your own what to make of your time there." Aslan breathed upon Caspian, making him disappear. Aslan's breath spread towards the Pevensies, returning the memories of Caspian during the Golden Ages which Aslan had altered so that they would not recognize him when they met him again.

Lucy started giggling, remembering how it went before. The other Pevensies looked amused as well.

"What's so funny?" Trumpkin asked.

"We can now remember what happened before. Caspian … eh… ran into some trouble. Almost instantly," Lucy giggled. "And then there was a bunch of stuff that confused us so much then that make perfect sense now."

Caspian's POV

I fell to the ground after Aslan breathed upon me. I could hardly believe I was getting this opportunity. It was dark out though. I looked around and saw the outline castle in the distance. It had to be Cair Paravel. I headed towards it, worriedly thinking through what I would say to Peter and the others.

"Hello there! I don't think I know you?" a voice called. I turned and saw some human, a commoner by the way he was dressed. He had an accent that I couldn't quite place. It was rather similar to the Pevensies' accent, but not quite that.

"Hello. My name is Caspian. I am traveling to Cair Paravel," I said.

"Is that so? We can walk there together than," the human said. I nodded, thinking maybe he could give me some information about the time period so I could fit in better.

"Do you work there?" I asked politely.

Oddly, he found that funny and laughed. "I suppose one could say that. Yes, yes I do in fact."

I was a bit confused on why he seemed unsure on whether he worked there or not. Perhaps he was an imbecile of some sort.

"I'm interested in working for Cair Paravel as well. I am…An accomplished knight in my home country." Saying I was a prince of Narnia wouldn't make much sense, but claiming to be an accomplished knight certainly wouldn't hurt.

"Really? I look forward to sparring with you then."

"You know how to sword fight?" I asked dubiously. Were commoners actually trained in sword fighting in the Golden Ages?

"Of course I do," he said, sounding offended.

"You don't look like the type who'd know how to," I said.

"Excuse me?" he said, sounding scandalized. "And just what do you mean by that?"

"Sorry, it may just be different here. Does every single Narnian learn to properly sword fight? Where I am from, it's just nobility."

"Who's to say I'm not nobility?" the human said with a smirk. I let out a short laugh. No noble would be caught out in clothes as poor as his. "And where exactly are you from?"

"Telmar. I doubt you know enough geography to have heard of it. It's rather far."

"And I doubt you've been in Narnia before. And you haven't been here long on this trip," the man said as we drew near to Cair Paravel's gates. This assumption annoyed me. Sure I hadn't been in Narnia in this time too long, but I've lived in Narnia my whole life. And was swordfighting really such a big thing here that it would tip him off that I didn't belong?

"What makes you say that?" I challenged."As a matter of fact, I have traveled Narnia a bit."

"I hardly doubt you would have been so impertinent and disrespectful towards me if you had any idea who I am," he said haughtily.

"You can't possibly be so conceited that you think everyone in Narnia knows you," I shot back. Who the heck did he think he was? He was really beginning to annoy me.

"You're going to regret calling me that," he threatened, grabbing me by my collar. I glared back. Seriously? Who does he think he is that he can go around threatening and grabbing people? Sure, I am not a prince here, but I still couldn't let the insult go unpunished. I pushed him off as hard as I could. He seemed to not be expecting me to fight back and almost fell. I was disappointed he didn't.

"Keep your hands off of me," he warned.

"Excuse me? You're the one who grabbed me!" I hissed back.

A centaur who had been guarding at the gate came up to us. "Is there a problem here?"

"Olori, arrest this man," the human said, snapping his fingers.

The centaur raised the torch in his hand to the human's face to see who he was, then suddenly bowed and said, "Of course, Sire." He grabbed me and pulled my arms behind my back. I didn't resist. I had recognized the man's face too. And I knew I was in major trouble.