《The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian》Lucy Sees Aslan, Peter is Stupid, and We Meet a Very Hot Telmarine Prince.
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"I don't remember this way," Susan said. We were making our way through a rocky area and none of it looked familiar.
"That's the problem with girls," Peter replied.
"You can't carry a map in your head."
"That's because our heads have something in them, and let me remind you I have a map in my sword which nobody seems to want to use!" I snapped back.
"That won't help, showing us places that we already know."
"I wish he'd just listen to the D.L.F. in the first place," Susan commented.
"D.L.F?" Edmund asked.
"Dear little friend," Lucy answered with a smile.
"Well, that's not at all patronizing, is it?" The dwarf grumbled.
"I'm not lost," Peter said.
"No, you're just going the wrong way," Trumpkin said, glaring at Peter.
"You last saw Caspian at the Shuddering Woods, and the quickest way there is the River Rush." Peter snapped.
"But unless I'm mistaken, there's no crossing in these parts," The dwarf replied.
"That explains it then. You're mistaken."
Peter answered and walked off again and we had no choice but to follow.
"Shithead," I muttered.
We were at the edge of a cliff, above the river. Peter had gone the wrong way.
"You see, over time, water erodes the earth's soil, carving deeper-" I started, bored.
"Oh, shut up," Peter muttered.
"Is there a way down?" Edmund asked.
"Yeah, falling," the dwarf answered.
"Well, we weren't lost," Peter insisted.
"Now you shut up, shithead." I muttered.
"There's a ford near Beruna," Trumpkin interrupted before Peter could say anything in retaliation.
"How do you feel about swimming?'
"Better than walking," I grumbled, turning to follow the dwarf.
"Aslan?" Lucy asked.
"It's Aslan!" she yelled.
"Aslan, over there! Don't you see he's right..."
Lucy turned and saw we all saw. Empty forest.
"There..." she finished, her face falling.
"Do you see him now?" I asked kindly.
"I'm not crazy. He was there!" Lucy insisted.
"He wanted us to follow him."
"I'm sure there are any number of lions in this wood, just like that bear." Peter told Lucy.
"I think I know Aslan when I see him," Lucy said defensively,
"Look, I'm not about to jump off a cliff after someone who doesn't exist," the dwarf said.
"The last time I didn't believe Lucy, I ended up looking pretty stupid," Edmund reminded us. I nodded.
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"Why wouldn't I have seen him?" Peter asked Lucy.
"Maybe you weren't looking, seeing that your brain is clogged up with pride," I answered.
"I'm sorry Lu," Peter said, ignoring me. He started walking away with Susan and the dwarf. Lucy looked back again, tears filling her eyes. She turned to me and Edmund. We had waited for her. Edmund gestured with his head to follow the others. I put my arms around both of them and we started following them.
The good news was that we reached the ford. The bad news was that it was swarming with Telmarines. They seemed to be building a bridge and the whole river bank was covered in supplies. I ducked as three men on horses rode right by our hiding spot.
"Perhaps this wasn't the best way to come after all," I admitted begrudgingly to Peter. He got up and walked back into the woods, forcing us to follow him. He walked back to the place Lucy had claimed to see Aslan.
"So where exactly do you think you saw Aslan?" He asked Lucy
"I wish you'd all stop trying to sound like grown-ups," Lucy snapped.
"I didn't think I saw him, I did see him," She said, walking a few feet to the right.
"I am a grown-up," The dwarf said, taken aback.
"It was right over- AHHHHH!"
The ledge crumbled, taking Lucy with it.
"Lucy!"
We rushed over to check on her and thankfully, she had only fallen a couple feet.
"...here" she finished.
Thanks to Lucy's discovery of another ledge, we made our way down the edge of the cliff, eventually starting to walk through the river. Peter begrudgingly held his hand out to me. I took it.
"Look Peter, I'm sorry," I whispered as we started to walk.
"It's just... I feel like you've changed a bit."
Peter sighed.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Suddenly annoyed, I dropped his hand.
"Everyone sees it, Pete. And people are going to get hurt because of your ego," I snapped. I continued down the river, trying to ignore thoughts about Peter,
That night, we camped out on a small area of grass that had an amazing view of the night sky. I had pretended to sleep during Susan and Lucy's conversation, but they were asleep now, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I tucked a loose strand of Lucy's hair behind her ear. To be honest, I didn't discredit her theories about Aslan. But like Susan, I was wondering why I didn't see him.
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"Oh Aslan, help us. Help me."
The next morning, I woke up, to see Lucy missing. I quickly strapped my swords onto my back and quietly ran into the forest, trying to find Lucy. After minutes of searching, I was about to give up and go back to wake up the others but...
There she was. She was behind a bush. I sighed in relief. I was about to call her name when I saw a massive Minotaur, making his way through the forest ahead of us.
"Aslan?" Lucy asked, starting to walk out. I quickly ran up behind her and covered her mouth, pushing her down. She struggled against me until she saw my face. I uncovered her mouth, letting her see the minotaur. She gasped and lowered back into the bushes. I gestured for her to be quiet and slowly crept out of the bushes, quietly unsheathing my swords. I started to raise them, but out of nowhere, a young man burst out and attacked me. I blocked his strike and kicked him in the face. He staggered backward, but he quickly recovered. I pushed him backward, blocking his strikes and hooked his sword, flinging it off to the side. I raised one of my swords and tried to swing at his head, but he ducked and I ended up hitting a tree, my sword getting stuck.
"Shit," I swore, being forced to let go of the sword. The man kicked me in the stomach and I was thrown back against the ground. He reached up, trying to get my stuck sword out of the tree. I scrambled up and raised my remaining blade, ready to kill him.
"No, stop!" Lucy yelled. The young man and I both looked over at her. That's when I noticed minotaurs, centaurs, fauns, dwarves and other creatures, surrounding us and pointing their weapons at me. I growled in annoyance as the man pulled my sword from the tree and pointed it at me. I was about to raise my sword when I saw his face properly for the first time. He was around my age, with shaggy dark brown hair and an olive skin tone. He was quite handsome despite the fact that his lip and nose were bleeding from my kick, not that looks mattered.
"Prince Caspian?" I asked, cocking my head.
"Yes?" he answered. His accent was somewhat Spanish.
"And who are you?"
"LOGAN!"
I whipped around and saw Susan, the others not far behind. Caspian looked at them, then back at me. Then he looked down at my sword that he was holding.
"General," he said, recognising me.
"I believe you called," I said, sheathing the sword in my hand.
"Well, yes, but... I thought you'd be older... and definitely more ugly." Caspian replied.
I rolled my eyes.
"Well, I'll go dunk my face in a boiling vat of oil and if you'd like, we could come back in a few years," I suggested sarcastically, turning to leave.
"No, that's all right," He said, grabbing my arm to stop me from leaving.
"You're just, not exactly what I expected," He blushed, looking me up and down. I pulled my arm from his grasp.
"Neither are you," Edmund commented, looking at a minotaur. I gave an involuntary shudder, remembering how many soldiers the minotaurs had killed in the battle to liberate Narnia.
"A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes," A badger spoke. A small mouse hopped towards me.
"We have anxiously awaited your return, my liege," The mouse said.
"Our hearts and swords are at your service," he finished, bowing.
"Oh my gosh, he is so cute," Lucy whispered to Susan, though we could all hear her.
"Who said that?!" The mouse demanded, drawing his sword. I smiled. The mouse reminded me of myself. He hated being called cute, and I hated being called pretty.
"Sorry," Lucy apologized.
"Oh. Uh..." The mouse stuttered, taken aback.
"Your majesty, with the greatest respect, I do believe 'courageous,' 'courteous,' or 'chivalrous' might more benefit a knight of Narnia."
"Well, at least we know some of you can handle a blade," I said, slightly teasing Caspian.
"Yes indeed," the mouse said.
"And I have recently put it to good use, securing weapons for your army, General."
"Good." Peter spoke.
"Because we're going to need every sword we can get." I said, picking Caspian's sword up and offering it to him.
"Well then you'll probably be wanting yours back," he spoke. We exchanged swords, not breaking eye contact and I sheathed my blades. I turned around, smirking and started walking back into the forest, this time with new comrades.
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