Just a quick note before I start. The story takes place seven years after Prince Caspian, but the Pevensies were allowed to stay in Narnia. So, Peter would be 21, Susan would be 20, Edmund would be 18 and Lucy would be 17 and Prince Caspian would be 21. For Prince Caspian, I am just guessing his age. Now, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to C.S. Lewis.

Careful What You Wish For

Prologue

Crazy. Completely and utterly bat-shit crazy. That is the only way to describe my actions at this point.

Shifting my sword, so that I had a better grip on it in case I needed to use it, I peeked around the corner to see if the coast was clear. Of course, this is me we're talking about here, and I have about as much luck as the rabbit that lost its foot. There were two guards; lovely. Quickly yanking my head back, I held my breath, hoping beyond hope that neither of them had noticed me. Not hearing any footsteps, I quietly snuck back to where Jenn was waiting.

Aslan, this is all your fault. Okay, well, maybe not all your fault. I did, stupidly, agree to do this, and Cody was stupid enough to get himself captured. So, I would say that it's about 30.3 each way in blame. All I can say though is that if I die, I am coming back and being your personal poltergeist.

"There are two guards." I whispered, once I had reached the place where Jenn was hiding out.

"Only two? Wow, the security around here sucks," she said, trying to make a joke out of the whole situation, however, the fear in her voice betrayed her true feelings about the whole thing.

Giving her a strained smile, I slowly shifted along the wall, back towards the guards. I could hear Jenn's quick breathing behind me.

"Tina, I'm really sorry about all this," she whispered.

"It's okay, Jenn. You didn't make any of this happen, though, I may tear a strip off of Cody when we get him back," I replied, completely serious about the last part. After receiving a tense smile, I turned back and continued along the wall.

The tension in the atmosphere was so thick; you could have cut it with a knife. Jenn was scared, and since we're being honest here, so was I. Neither of us had signed up for this. When I had asked for an exciting time on our summer vacation, I meant something along the lines of touring London, not getting pulled into a magical land.

"Aslan, please help us," I quietly whispered to myself as we approached the corner. Gripped my sword, I quickly did a mental review of my sword training before leaping out and going at the first guard I met.

So, there you have it folks! I'm sorry about the length, but the next one will definitely be longer since that is when the story really gets going. I am not quite sure when the next chapter will be posted, since I am going to be writing midterms and then finals all this month. I will try to get it written and posted when I can find a minute. Thanks for viewing!