This story was partially inspired by some reviews from my wonderful reviewers on my story It Started Out as a Feeling. I would say which, but that would be a bit of a spoiler since one of them inspired a scene that will be near the end of this fic. This story takes place during Prince Caspian, but follows a very different plotline.

Also, I know the title of this fic is rather stupid. Please leave a review with any ideas if you have one! I'm really bad at titles.

When he found that Queen Pruniprismia had a daughter, Dr. Cornelius was relieved, believing it the end of his troubles. He could go back to his normal day-to-day life, but then a rat showed up and everything changed.

"Are you the prince's tutor?" an unfamiliar, disembodied voice said. He looked around his study wildly. Something was…off… about that voice. Inhuman.

"Ah, yes?" he said nervously.

"Are you really half-Narnian?" the voice said.

"Ah… no… who's talking?" he said, startled. He almost told the truth, since he had suspicions about the voice belonging to a Narnian.

"Over here," the voice said, and a rat scurried out of the shadows. Larger than the average, and by his face, clearly intelligent. "Now do you want to say if you're part Narnian or not?"

"I – I am," he said, shocked to actually see a real, live, full-blooded Narnian in front of him. Speaking to him. "Dwarfish blood… but… how do you know? Who are you?"

"Ah! I forget my manners. Sir Reepicheep, at your service," he said with a fancy twirl of his sword. "And in reference to your question, I often patrol the castle secretly. To find out if any of the many Narnian hiding places have been compromised. And the other day, they said they have suspicions about the prince's tutor. The moment I saw you, I was fairly sure. And I couldn't let a fellow Narnian die."

"Thank you, noble Mouse. But what course of action do you propose?" he asked anxiously. He had been worried for Prince Caspian, but now it seemed it was his life instead that was in danger.

"Why, leaving of course! I don't even understand why anyone of Narnian blood would even want to be here," he said.

"To change how Telmarines think of Old Narnia from the top down. If the young prince is on our side, others will follow," Dr. Cornelius said emphatically.

"Hm, I do see what you mean. The others won't be so happy to know that the Telmarine prince knows of our existence however. We mainly survive through their ignorance," Reepicheep mused.

"Prince Caspian X is not like his forefathers. He sympathizes with us. And should he meet you, he would be absolutely delighted. In fact, how about I find him right now?" he said eagerly.

"I must say, I am intrigued by the idea of a Narnia-loving Telmarine, but right now, your life may be on the line. We need to leave immediately," the Mouse said, waving his sword around for emphasis.

"Very well. Let me leave him a note so he knows where I've gone," he said.

"Later. Either I or one of the other Talking Mice can deliver it," Reepicheep said. "Rather than risking someone else getting it."

"Then just let me grab this to take," he said, walking over to a hidden chest and unlocking it with the key tucked under his tunic.

"We may not have time to pack," Reepicheep said impatiently.

"Trust me, this you'll want," he said, lifting Queen Susan's horn from where he safely hid it.

Reepicheep gasped. "Is that…"

"It is," he said solemnly. The mouse removed his circlet, awed to be in the presence of such an old and holy artifact.

"Other than that, there's nothing of too much importance. Stories of Old Narnia, but you all already live that," he said. They hurried out of the room down to the stables. They got there no problem, but the guard was apprehensive.

"Why would the prince's tutor need such a fast horse?"

"Simply for practice," he lied. "King Miraz wishes me to travel with the prince, and I should get in practice first."

"I see," the guard said. He whispered something to another guard who hurried off.

Reepicheep slipped under his robes and into his hood, resting on his shoulder. "Hurry! I overheard them. He sent him to ask Miraz if that's true." He began preparing the horse more purposefully, as fast as his old and untrained hands could work. Soon he was off, Reepicheep still hidden in his cloak. When they were far out enough, Reepicheep snuck out to look behind them. "They're after us! They sent out three men on horse!" He hid again, to keep them from knowing the existence of Narnians. But he kept one eye out enough to see. "They're gaining on us!"

"I'm headed for the forest. They're not likely to follow us there," he said to the Mouse.

"We're not going to get there in time unless you ride faster!" he exclaimed.

"I'm making the horse ride as fast as it possibly can!" he protested.

"Then we're doomed," Reepicheep said. "But keep going! I need to drown myself in the river so they do not have my body to prove Old Narnia is alive."

"There's no need for that," Dr. Cornelius said, fumbling for the horn.

"But… but that's the Queen's!" Reepicheep protested. "We do not deserve the honor of blowing her horn!"

"She protected Narnians, did she not? What better way of honoring her than to use her horn against those who stole her country?" he asked anxiously. The Mouse thought it over and nodded. He raised the horn as ceremoniously as possibly under the circumstances and blew it. The most beautiful sound he had ever heard filled the air. Even the Telmarines paused when they heard the echoing call. But Dr. Cornelius and Reepicheep were sorely disappointed to see that no help came. They had each secretly hoped that the kings and queens of old would appear, but no one seemed to be there. But the horn was supposed to at least bring some sort of help, and there was none. He made the horse race even faster towards the forest. At least Reepicheep might be able to disappear into some trees or in the worst case, drown himself in the river as he so morbidly said.

"Do not worry!" the Mouse said shrilly as they entered the outskirts of the forest. "Aslan will protect us!"

Suddenly, the horse reared as a Telmarine boy, perhaps a few years younger than Prince Caspian grabbed the reins of the horse, forcing it to stop. Dr. Cornelius blinked as he took in the strange attire of the boy. He then saw another boy, blonde and more likely Archenlander, standing by him. Both boys were wearing what to him seemed the strangest of outfits.

"What's going on here?" the elder one demanded. Dr. Cornelius was rather offended that such a young man would speak to him like a superior.

"No need to sound so bossy, Pete," the younger boy muttered.

Pete? That's not an Archenlander name. At least I don't think so. And they seem to act like brothers although they look nothing alike, he thought.

The elder boy ignored the jibe and addressed Reepicheep. "What is the matter, cousin Mouse? We heard you call for Aslan."

"Telmarines! Trying to kill him because he is half-Narnian!" Reepicheep said hurriedly as the soldiers grew ever closer.

"Telmarines? In Narnia?" the younger boy said, his eyebrows knotting in confusion.

"Killing off Narnians?" the blonde practically growled, hand moving to a sword that was not actually there.

"For the last 1300 years," Dr. Cornelius said, pondering why that would confuse them so. They… could they possibly be… he hardly dared hope. "Ever since they took advantage of the confusion left by the disappearance of the High King and his royal siblings."

The two boys exchanged almost guilty glances.

"The Telmarines are here!" the Mouse said shrilly, pointing his swords toward them and jumping off the horse to the other horses. The dark haired boy released the reins of the horse, and the two boys ran to engage the Telmarines in a fight, despite having no weapons and wearing strange garments which seemed unlikely to provide much protection in a fight. But their skill was unmatchable. And they seemed perfectly at ease with fighting alongside a Mouse, as if they had done so many times before. They were ducking and dancing just out of reach of the Telmarines' swords as Reepicheep used his sword to make the horses fall. When the riders fell off, the two boys took advantage of their confusion to wrestle their weapons away. Soon there were no enemies, a testament to those boys' incredible skills. And those skills confirmed what he had been suspecting. Dr. Cornelius slowly dismounted his horse, facing the two boys and knelt. Reepicheep faced them as well, swordhilt held at his heart.

"You – you're them, aren't you?" he said in awe.

"Them?" the eldest said, looking vaguely amused.

"The Kings of Old?" Reepicheep asked.

"High King Peter. The Magnificent," the blonde one introduced himself.

"Could've left that last part out," his brother mumbled under his breath.

"And my brother, King Edmund the Just," he continued, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder and surreptitiously squeezing it, most likely as a reprimand for the crack.

"Your Majesties," Dr. Cornelius said, his amazement nearly silencing him despite the many things he wanted to say to them.

"Your Majesties! We have anxiously awaited your return! Our hearts and swords are at your service," the Mouse said eloquently, waving his sword around.

The High King nodded approvingly. "We are pleased to have returned to our country and will do all we can to help our people."

"But, how did we get here?" King Edmund asked.

"Queen Susan's horn, your majesties," Dr. Cornelius said, holding it out for them to take as they had the right to it. The High King picked it up, looking it over as if to confirm that it was in fact his sister's. "There have long been myths that it would eventually bring the Kings and Queens of Old from the past to save the Narnians."

"Speaking of the Queens…" King Edmund began. "Shouldn't it have called them up too?"

"Ah…I do not know," Dr. Cornelius said awkwardly as they all seemed to be looking at him for answers.

"They weren't with us when we were pulled out of that world," Edmund said worriedly. "They were at their school."

"So they could be anywhere in Narnia right now," Peter concluded anxiously, exchanging private glances with his brother. Dr. Cornelius felt they had some sibling bond that allowed them to express themselves to each other in a way no one else would ever be privy to.

"Sires, we can begin a search party as soon as your majesties wish it," Reepicheep said valiantly. "I only request that I lead one of the royal search parties."

"That may not be the best idea," the High King mused quietly. Dr. Cornelius had to strain to hear it, although his age may have been a large factor in his inability to clearly hear him. Out loud, Peter said, "There are other Narnians, no?"

"Many of us, Sire. All ready to serve your Majesties," he said gallantly.

"Then bring us to them," he commanded. Dr. Cornelius was rather excited. Not only did he meet a Talking Animal for the first time, but he had met the High King and his royal brother, the Just King. And now… it seemed his suspicions about a few remnants of old Narnia surviving were incorrect. There were perhaps even legions of them, all of which he was soon to meet.

Future chapters will be mainly from the perspectives of the Pevensies and Caspian. I just felt the backstory of the horn being blown a few weeks later was better portrayed by Dr. Cornelius since he was the one who blew it in this fic.