Sorry the last chapter was so short, and to make amends it was Caspian who asked Clara if she loved Peter. Sorry about that.

lovess x

Are we the ghosts of someone else's future?

- Unknown

I stood at the top of the slope, behind several Narnians, partly in shame but also in embarrassment. But the question lingered in my mind, did I love Peter? No, of course I couldn't. I hadn't even known him for weeks. How could I have done? And besides, I was too young for love, regardless if it was Alex or him. I am a child! Of course soon I may be classed as an adult, but still...

"All this horn proves is that they've stolen yet another thing from us!"

It was the dwarf from earlier launching accusations at Caspian booming over the circle of Narnians surrounding him. I sat myself down on the floor, my back up against the tree which supported me.

In a gap between the Narnians, I spotted Caspian looking sheepish, and looking around at everyone trying to be brave. "I didn't steal anything." He didn't sound brave though, he sounded like a lost child whimpering for his mother.

"Didn't steal anything? Shall we list the things the Telmarines have taken?" A gruff voice shouted out.

"Our homes!" A female centaur shouted from directly in front of me.

"Our freedom!" said another voice.

"Our lives!"

Caspian squirmed uncomfortably, "You would hold me accountable for all the crimes of my people?"

The same sinister dwarf snarled once more, "Accountable…and punishable!"

"That's words from you, Nikabrik." A voice which I recognised as Reepicheep's said; obviously aimed at the dwarf, "Or have you forgotten that it was your people who fought alongside the White Witch?" he said sternly, quite unexpectedly for a mouse.

Nikabrik walked further up to him, but was soon out of my view. I stood up to claim myself a proper view and his finger was pointed crudely at Reepicheep like an animal in a zoo. "And I'd gladly do it again if it would rid us of these barbarians!" he said, his arm moved to point at the uneasy looking Caspian.

I hadn't noticed myself crying until I felt a tear fall down my neck. I wasn't going to take negativity any more; I was not some feeble girl who let herself die. I stood up, and pushed past the Narnians to the circle which encased Caspian. "Stop it!" Silence loomed as the group looked at me, and I now knew how intimidated Caspian was. "We are making matters worse, when we should trust Caspian. He is a brave and noble man, and besides, if the other children of Adam and Eve do not appear then it is Caspian who should rule."

Caspian looked partially shocked at my outburst, but continued my line of speech, "I can help you. Beyond these woods, I am a prince. The Telmarine throne is rightfully mine. Help me claim it, and I can bring peace between us."

"It is true." Glenstorm steeped out towards us and to the centre of the circle. "The time is ripe. I watch the skies, for it is mine to watch as it is yours to remember, badger. Tarva, the Lord of Victory, and Alambil, the Lady of Peace have met, and here a son of Adam and daughter of Eve has come forth to offer us back our freedom."

My attention was drawn to a red squirrel in a tree, looking at us wide eyed, "Is it possible? Do you really think there could be peace? Do you? I mean, really?" Its voice was annoying and repetitive, reminding me of my mother in a peculiar way.

But like a true King, Caspian replied with tones of justice and equality. "Two days ago, I didn't believe in the existence of talking animals, or dwarfs, or centaurs. Yet, here you are… in strength in numbers we Telmarines could never have imagined." He paused and pulled the horn from his pocket and looked at it with an emotion I couldn't read, "Whether this horn is magic or not, it brought us together. And together, we have a chance to take back what is ours."

Glenstorm and two other centaurs which resembled him drew their swords and bowed lightly. I assumed they were his sons as they had the same calmness as he carried, "If you will lead us, then my sons and I offer you our swords."

Reepicheep followed suit and bowed, "And we offer you our lives… unreservedly." And as he rose a few more mice stepped forward and bowed. I wanted to show some sort of loving emotion as Reepicheep and the other looked adorable, but I was afraid about what he would do to me.

"Miraz' army will not be far behind, sire," spoke Trufflehunter solemnly.

Caspian smirked like he knew what to do next, "If we are to be ready for them, we must hurry to find soldiers and weapons. I am sure they will be here soon."

"And you know where to get these weapons?" I asked.

He nodded, "Miraz is building a bridge, which near to it is an area where they are preparing for war and there also is a large armoury there. If we take some soldiers, we should be there and disguised by the cover of darkness to claim the weapons that we need."

I was surprised as to how well planned out he had this, "That is a good plan, but, how do we know what to expect from them?"

"I have seen plans and I have been told of how many guards stay there over night, as a member of the royal family. It is my business just as much as it is Miraz'." He paused before looking to Glenstorm.

The centaur nodded, "I will gather troops and we shall leave in no longer than an hour." And he turned and walked away.

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I was not impressed. After I thought that I could do anything, I had assumptions that I would be allowed to go on this mission, but I wasn't. So I sat with the other Narnians who stayed behind by a makeshift 'camp' as we should call it. How could the Narnians allow themselves to become this weak force? There were barely any weapons use by Narnians and yet there were no tents or equipment. I sat myself by the camp fire, whilst many of the Narnians seemed to ignore my existence. It wasn't my fault I was here, was it? So many questions ran through my mind, and soon I fell asleep quite quickly. But by the morning, I was one of the first to be awake and so was one of the first to greet the Narnians home. They hadn't lost any Narnian, and achieved a good haul of various types of weaponry and equipped a majority of the group. It was still just before dawn when the whole camp was alive, even though we had slept under the stars.

"My queen."

I looked up from my position of sitting solitary on the ground. I remembered her from the day before, as one of the female centaurs to argue her point. As she stood over me, she rummaged through a brown satchel bag before handing me a piece of bread, "I do not want my queen dying of starvation."

I looked at it with pleasure, I hadn't eaten last night and I was ravenous at this point. "Thank you…?" I said, not really knowing why I had deserved it. But I took it from her regardless.

"Ah, Windmane my queen. I am Glenstorm's wife."

"Thank you, Windmane."

I took a bite before she spoke again, "As soon as the sun rises, we are off the Aslan's How." She bowed lightly before walking away. I realised that the bread was different to what it was back home; it contained spices and was vaguely fruity, and I savoured every mouthful.

I stood up, tearing off a chunk of bread and eating it. Just as the sun rose, I realised what I had missed every time I woke up later than what I should. A clash of oranges and greys mixing together so beautifully and I was ashamed to have never noted something like this. As the sun began to sweep its way up, I looked around me to see that a majority of Narnians were getting ready to go, and I was quite happy with walking on my own. I stood up, before chewing on the final piece of bread.

"Clara?"

I turned to see Caspian approach me, he looked tired and somehow still looked cheerful, I swallowed the piece of bread quickly. "I see the raid went successfully?" I asked.

He nodded, "We actually gained a few weapons too many, but we will need them as there are meant to be a large number of Narnians at he How."

As the group began to move, we began to lead off as a Minotaur directed us further into the forest. I was uneasy being led by one of those creatures after the events on the beach, and I felt Caspian's arm on my shoulder, "Don't be afraid, they follow the path of Aslan now." He told me.

"What is Aslan's How?" I quered.

Caspian stared at me, "It is a temple, a memorial if you will of Aslan."

I nodded, this was one of the few bits of speech passed between us, because it was mostly silent between the two of us until right out of the blue…

"I am sorry if I offended you yesterday."

"Hmm?" Actually, I had forgotten about that. "Actually, I had forgotten about it until n-"

Suddenly he stopped and I stopped with him. He took me by the arm and showed me to a bush, crouching down and I followed suit before he stood up, "Stay here, I can hear people." He commanded.

Dirtied from the ground, I scowled at him as he ran away, drawing his sword. I heard him shout and suddenly swords clashing, the high pitched scrapings making my head spin. Other yelps of pain and terror were also heard as I gripped my cardigan tightly. Was he going to die? I was completely powerless to help, and besides I had nothing to fight with. I urged myself to look, and when I did, I crouched and peered over the bush. I heard a voice shout out, an unmistakable voice which belonged to Lucy Pevensie.

"No!"

I was looking at Peter Pevensie being pinned by Caspian.