We walked around and then I see the look on Lucy's face.

"It can't be." Lucy says.

"What is it, Lu?" I ask.

She takes mine and Peter's hands and pulls us along. She brings us at the top of some broken stairs and then stops.

"Don't you see?" Lucy asks us.

"What?" Peter asks.

She puts us in positions.

"Imagine walls..." Lucy says.

She positions Susan.

"And columns there..." Lucy continues.

I start imagining. Wait a minute...

"And a glass roof." Lucy says.

Peter and I exchange looks.

"Cair Paravel." We say at the time.

I wake up and see that I'm in a strange place. I suddenly remember everything that happened. I get up and look around.

I then take this head thing off and then freeze.

"This bread is so stale." I hear.

"I'll just give him some soup. He should be coming around soon." I hear another voice say.

"I don't think I hit him hard enough." I hear the voice say.

"Nikabrik, he's just a boy." The second voice says as I stood behind the wall.

"He's a Telmarine, not some lost puppy. You said you were gonna get rid of him." The first voice says.

"No. I said I'd take care of him." The second voice says.

I was a bit freaked out. Who are these people?

"We can't kill him now. I just bandaged his head. It would be like murdering a guest." The first voice says.

"How do you think his friends are treating their guests?" The second course says.

"Trumpkin knew what he was doing. It's not the boys fault." The first voice says.

I then jump out and grab a fire stick and fight off the quite short man.

"Stop! Stop!" I hear as I block the sword.

"Hold it. No, no!" The skunk says.

"I told you we should have killed him when we had the chance." The short man says.

"You know why we can't." The skunk says.

"If we're taking a vote, I'm with him." I say.

"We can't let him go. He's seen us." The short man says, coming at me which I blocked the fell back into a sitting position.

"Enough, Nikabrik! Or do I have to sit on your head again? And you. Look what you made me do. I spent half the morning in that soup." The skunk says.

I was freaking out and confused.

"What are you?" I ask.

"You know, it's funny that you would ask that. You think people would know a badger when they saw one." The badger says.

"No. No I mean... you're Narnians. You're supposed to be extinct." I say.

"Sorry to disappoint you." The short man says.

"Here you go. Still hot." The skunk says, looking at me.

"Since when did we open a boarding house for Telmarine soldiers?" The short man says.

"I'm not a soldier." I say, standing up.

They look at me.

"I am Prince Caspian X." I say.

"What are you doing here?" The short man asks.

I look down.

"Running away." I say.

The two looked at each other in shock and confusion.

"My uncle... Has always wanted my throne... I suppose I have only lived this long because he never had an heir of his own." I say.

"Oh... That changes things." The skunk says.

"Yeah. Means we don't have to kill you ourselves." The short man says.

"You're right." I say and go to my uniform.

"Where you going?" The skunk asks.

"My uncle won't stop until I am dead." I say, putting my vest on and grabbing my sword.

"But... you can't leave. You're meant to save us." The skunk says.

I look at them.

"Don't you know what this is?" The skunk asks, holding up the horn.

I stared at it.

Queen Susan's horn.

"The only ones that can help you is the Kings and Queens of Old. Especially High Queen Lily, The Brave." The skunk says.

"Are you certain?" I ask.

"Oh yes. She is the most gifted of all of them. Queen Lucy, The Valiant, right behind her. They are the favorites of Aslan. Hand chosen and the ones who discovered our land and saved us the first time from the white witch. High Queen Lily was the one to save Aslan... She was stabbed and killed... To save Aslan, Narnia, and King Edmund, The Just." The skunk says.

"High Queen Lily?" I ask.

"She represents many things. Aslan says she represents beauty, purity, innocence, bravery, courage, honor, and loyalty." The skunk says.

That got me thinking.

"How does she look?" I ask.

The short man and the skunk look at each other and smile then look back at me.

"Blonde hair that flowed with beautiful, natural, curls down to her lower back. Soft to the touch. Eyes as blue as the ocean. Her skin is a cream-ish color. But still smooth to the touch. Stands at a height of 5 feet and 8 inches. She has scars all over her body from the battle against the white witch." The skunk says.

"Master in fire and ice. Very well trained in water, earth, and weather. Mind blowing swordsmaiden. Could easily beat her brothers. Brilliant archist. Would put her sister to shame. A healer with just her daggers and her own blood." The dwarf says.

She sounds mesmerizing. I must meet her. Soon.