What's up, y'all! I'm surviving!

Thriving is debatable, but I ain't dead yet, so I consider that an unparalleled success.


Here is chapter two! Hope you all enjoy!

Este capitulo esta dedicado a Yulian! Muchos gracias por tus palabras simpatico, mi amigo!

WARNINGS: The usual. Lots of emotions and angst.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything.

9/6/19 EDIT: Hey, guys! So, one of my reviewers pointed out a huge continuity error that I had in this chapter. It's talking about a scene where Peter and Susan were with Lucy when she arrived at Cair Paravel, which obviously didn't happen in this AU. So sorry! It's fixed now. And a huge shout out to trustingHim17, who pointed this out to me. THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Where We All Belong

When the gathering was over, the Narnians drifted into groups to discuss what had happened. Then Edmund heard Lucy laugh. That was his only warning before she crashed into him, tackling him off the boulder, arms winding tight around his neck, half-sobbing into his shoulder. He wrapped his own arms around her as tight as he could, clinging with all his strength.

His precious little sister was in his arms, safe and whole and alive.

"I am so glad to see you," he breathed, pressing a hand to the back of her head.

She let out a hiccuping sob of laughter, and squeezed him tighter. "I was so worried," she whispered. "I landed on the beach at Cair Paravel, and you were gone." Her voice filled with pain, and Edmund closed his eyes. Oh, how he wished he could have protected Lucy from the pain of seeing their home in ruins.

"I know," he said. "I saw the engraving of Aslan your statue was holding."

"Aslan led me to Trumpkin, Nikabrik, and Trufflehunter a few days later," she said softly. "It didn't take long to prove to them who I am. I've been here for just over two weeks. I've asked around, and the Foxes told me that they laid a false trail down for the Telmarine scouts to follow. So I don't think we actually need to worry about Miraz's men, because they're all rubbish at woodcraft. Except the General, but while he's good, he is no match for the Woodland creatures of the West."

Edmund laughed. "How long do you think the scouts will be distracted?" he asked.

She giggled. "Thielen told me that the trail goes as far as Beruna," she said. "Once they get there, they'll figure it out. She estimated that it will take them about four days to figure out the ruse and start over. Three if they push their animals hard."

Edmund winced. "We'll have three," he said. "I've heard tales about the General. He is a good man, but he fears Miraz."

Lucy sobered. "I think everyone fears Miraz," she said. "I mean, just look at what he's done to the woods!"

Edmund wasn't able to hide the flash of agony in his eyes. He knew very well what the usurper had done to his realm. To his people….

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ed," Lucy said gently. She put a hand on his arm. "That was careless of me."

He managed a smile for her, then tweaked her nose. She wrinkled the offended part and gave him a dramatic look of betrayal. That got a real laugh out of him, and she grinned impishly as she poked him in the stomach.

"What of the Sea?" he asked her.

Her smile dropped, and so did his heart. "Oh, Lu," he sighed. He wrapped his arms around her, and she hid her face in his chest.

"It's dead," she whispered, sounding every bit as young as she looked. "They're all gone. I called and called and called, but they're all gone. The Sea is as cold and dead as it was when we first arrived."

Edmund closed his eyes and kissed the top of her head. The Sea was Lucy's home as much as the Cair had been. The merfolk, naiads, and all of the other sea creatures had loved her dearly, and at least one always answered when she called them. That her call had gone unanswered was not a good sign.

"They've probably just gone to the seafloor," he said gently. "Except for their pirates, those blasted Telmarines never were sailors, so the seafolk just went where they couldn't be followed. Just you wait. They'll be back."

She sniffed and nodded.

A throat was cleared rather awkwardly behind them, and they turned to see Caspian standing there, scuffing one foot on the ground. "I'm sorry to intrude, your Majesties—" he started.

Lucy glared at him. "Caspian," she grit out, and the boy's eyes widened. "What have I told you about titles?"

Caspian grinned sheepishly. "Not to use them unless I want you to quote the entirety of my lineage back to me every time you address me?"

She threw her hands up in exasperation. "Yes! Is that really so hard to remember?!"

The Prince had to laugh. "Sorry, Lu," he said with a smile. He held out a hand to Edmund, and the King gripped it firmly.

"It's great to meet you, Caspian," he said, clapping his other hand on the Prince's shoulder with a warm smile.

"We're adopting him, by the way," Lucy informed him as she looped her arm through Caspian's. "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all!" Edmund could feel his smile fade. "But...I'm not really sure how Peter will react to that."

Lucy's eyes darkened. "We'll bring him back," she said firmly. "We can't keep going on like we have been. I'm sure that being home will bring him back to us."

Edmund pressed a kiss to her forehead and didn't say that he'd run out of optimism months ago. He didn't comment on the way her voice cracked, either.

"Um," Caspian cleared his throat, blushing and looking ridiculously happy. "I don't want to cause any trouble between—"

"Don't be silly, Caspian," Lucy interrupted. "If Peter wants to be a git about it, then he can just go and be a git alone off in the corner. You're a part of our family now, and that's that."

"Oh." The boy looked overwhelmed.

Ed bit back a smile. "Was there something you wanted to tell us, Caspian?" he asked gently.

The older boy shook himself. "Err, yes. Some of the Talking Mice have found a place we can make our stronghold. It's called Aslan's How."

Lucy paled and Edmund stiffened. "Aslan's How?" the older Pevensie repeated.

Caspian nodded. "I take it that wasn't here in your day?"

"No," Lucy said softly. "It wasn't." She took a deep breath. "Well, we have three days before the Telmarine scouts can get here, and the other two Royals have to have arrived at this point. Once they've been located, we can send messages through the Trees." Then she stopped and blinked hard for a moment. "The Squirrels can take messages through the Trees," she corrected herself. Edmund's jaw clenched, and Lucy took his hand.

"Alright, then," said the Just. "Let's go. To the How!"

They reached the How around midday, and the siblings walked into the caverns a little hesitantly. Lucy stayed close to Edmund's side, arm wrapped around his. He held onto her just as tightly.

"Your Majesties!" a faun called from where he stood to the left.

They walked over, followed by Caspian, and the guard gestured towards the wall with his torch. Lucy let out a hoarse sound, and Edmund went very still.

"It's us," he said softly.

They stared at the paintings of themselves and their siblings, seeing the coronation, the battle with the Witch. Edmund shuddered when they passed the one of him breaking her wand, and Lucy pressed closer, glaring at the image as though she wanted to go kill her all over again.

They passed the wars with the giants, and the Calormens. They passed the treaties with Archenland, and the reclaiming of the Lone Islands. Then they passed the White Stag, and Lucy stopped, staring at it with wide, tear-filled eyes.

"Lucy?" Edmund asked, worry springing up in his heart. That was not a look he ever liked seeing on her face. Never mind the fact that she was a fierce warrior and deadly hunter in her own right, she was still his little sister.

She shook her head and gave him a weak smile.

"I'm alright," she murmured. "Just...not really a good memory."

Edmund tightened his hold on her and drew her away from the image.

A few steps later, she stopped dead, and a broken sound punched out of her chest. Edmund followed her gaze, and sagged against the wall.

The Faun held his umbrella over his head, standing beneath the lamppost with his arms full of packages, and a red scarf around his neck.

Mr. Tumnus.

Lucy reached a trembling hand out and traced the face of her dearest friend. Edmund reached out and caught her fingers, pulling her closer and letting her hide in his arms. He stared at the image of his closest adviser, the only one who could ever completely understand the nightmares of ice and snow. It really hit him then, that they were all gone. He tightened his hold on Lucy, and they pushed on into the dark tunnel.

Finally, they reached a large chamber that was utterly dark. They scouted around the doorway a bit, and Lucy found the trough of oil. They stuck a torch in it, and backed away cautiously as the fire raced around the room. It illuminated a massive relief of Aslan on the back wall, framed by two tall stone pillars.

But the eyes of the two Royals were drawn to the middle of the floor. There was a massive slab of stone there, with supports at all four corners and stairs leading up the sides. There were words carved all around the edge of it, in an ancient language long dead. But Edmund knew that Lucy had learned that Tongue, because she had taught it to him. He knew she'd learned it because of what happened here. The slab was split in half down the middle, utterly broken.

The Stone Table.

Lucy walked forwards as though in a trance. Edmund stayed by the door, watching her with old eyes. This was her legend, the tale of the Valiant Queen who stayed by the Table all night, and rode to war on the back of the resurrected King.

She traced her fingertips over the runes, and turned to look back at her brother. "He must know what He's doing," she said, tears sparkling in her eyes. Then she held out her hand, because this was his legend, too—after all, Aslan had come here for him.

Edmund walked forwards and took her outstretched hand. Together, the Just and the Valiant knelt before the mighty reminder of just how much Aslan loved them. Edmund reached out a trembling hand and rested it on the rune that he knew meant "traitor," and felt tears pool in his eyes. Aslan had died here, for him. To save the life of a worthless traitor. And again, just as it had every other time he came here, love and overwhelming gratitude overflowed from his heart.

He glanced at Lucy, and found her sitting on her knees with her head tilted up, the warm light of the fire falling on her face. There were tear tracks on her cheeks, and they glittered like paths of molten gold in the light. She squeezed his hand and pried open her eyes, using her other hand to swipe away her tears.

"Well," she said. "At least now we know why it's called a How."

Edmund let out a watery laugh and wiped his own eyes. "True," he said. He cleared his throat and rose to his feet. He pulled Lucy up as well, and as one, they turned and bowed before the image of the Lion.

Then he offered her his arm, and she took it. They walked together back to Caspian and Avus, the Faun guard. Both of them stared at the siblings in awe, as though just realizing who they really were. Lucy smiled gently and took one of Avus' hands and one of Caspian's.

"He knows what He's doing," she said. "If we trust Him, He will not fail us. He never has, and He never will."

They nodded wordlessly, and she released them and swept past them, going back up the tunnel.

Edmund clapped Caspian on the shoulder and smiled at Avus, then followed his sister.

"They are just as the legends described them," Avus whispered.

"Aye," Caspian said. "And more."

It was after the evening meal when Edmund realized he'd lost Lucy. He searched around for a bit, but didn't see her. She wasn't at the Dwarf forges, where she'd been at noon, unintentionally winning even the Black Dwarfs over with her genuine admiration of their work. She wasn't with the Faun archers, correcting stances and teaching new recruits. She wasn't with the Badgers like she had been this morning, learning everything she could about happenings in Narnia since their disappearance, disregarding the agony glittering in her eyes with every tale of defeat and oppression. She wasn't even with the herd of young children she'd found earlier and befriended in two seconds flat.

Edmund stopped in the middle of the central cavern and planted his hands on his hips. He wasn't really worried about her—Lucy could take care of herself. But...he was worried about her. He hated being separated from any of his siblings, and the last two weeks had been an absolute nightmare. He didn't even want to think what it must have been like for Lucy. That, added to how torn up Lucy had been about the Sea earlier, was making Ed just want to wrap her up in his arms and never let go of her again.

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Lucy really had had a rough time of it. Upon arrival, she'd been dropped into the desolate ruins of the place that used to be her home, discovered that her realm was as cold and empty as it had been during the 100 Year's Winter, and been told that nearly 1300 years had passed, all of her friends were dead, and her country had been invaded and conquered.

And she'd been completely alone.

Plus, he didn't like the way she'd been looking at the painting of the White Stag earlier. Something was bothering her.


He needed to find her.

He spun on his heel, scanning the room again with no results.

Where could that girl be?!

"How hard can it be to find one human?" he muttered. "I mean, yeah, she's tiny, but there's really just not that many places to hide!"

"Are you looking for the Queen, Sire?" asked a rough voice behind him.

He spun, seeing one of the Red Dwarf smiths standing there with a load of firewood hoisted over one shoulder.

"I am, my good Dwarf," he answered. "I don't suppose you've seen her?"

"Matter of fact, I did see her 'bout a half hour ago," answered the smith. "She was headed down that tunnel there—" he pointed to the doorway that led to the Table. "—and I haven't seen her come back up."

"Thank you, my friend," the king said with a little bow.

"My pleasure, m'Lord," the smith ducked his head and went about his business, and Edmund jogged down the tunnel, shaking his head at himself.

Because really, this was Lucy. Where else would she be?

He found Lucy sitting on the opposite side of the Table, curled up on the steps and staring at Aslan.

"Did you mean it?" she whispered, and Edmund froze in place, blinking in confusion, before realizing that she was talking to Aslan. Her voice was choked and hoarse, and he frowned.

Something was definitely wrong.

"Did you really mean it?" she asked again. "Because I...I know that you speak the truth, always. And I would never doubt you, Aslan, but I just...I don't understand how it can be true. I can't..." she ran her hand through her hair and sighed. "I just don't understand, Aslan."

She sounded so small and so lost that Edmund's heart almost broke. He settled down beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She instantly leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, but she didn't look away from the Lion.

"Why did you follow me?" she murmured.

"I'd follow you anywhere," he said. He laced their fingers together and squeezed tight. "Even out of a Wardrobe."

He saw her eyes widen and fill with tears, and his heart sank. He knew that look—she was blaming herself.

"How did you—" her voice cracked, and she tried to turn away, but Edmund wrapped his arms around her and refused to let go.

"The way you looked at the painting of the Stag," he said quietly. "Oh, Lucy, it's not your fault."

"Yes it is!" she burst out, jerking away from him and stumbling to her feet. "It's all my fault! If I had just paid attention, if I had just listened….But no. I had to go tearing off, not thinking of anything but myself! I—" she stopped herself, twisting away.

Ed rose to his feet and reached for her, but she backed up.

"I just didn't listen," she said. "I didn't think, and I ripped us from our home! This is all on me! Telmar feared us. While we were here, Narnia was safe. But I led us out, and we couldn't get back, and when we were gone—"

"Lucy!" Edmund protested. "It's not your fault! We chose to follow you! How can you say that it's your fault?"

"Look what's happened!" she cried out desperately. Tears were beginning to well in her eyes. "You didn't see them at the Gathering, Edmund! They are so full of fear and hate and anger. They were ready to murder Caspian on the spot because of what the Telmarines have done to them. Our people are living in holes in the ground! They are hunted and hated and almost extinct! And that's on me! We weren't here to protect them! And I'm the reason that we weren't here!"

"Lucy," Edmund said, tears filling his own eyes.

"I abandoned Narnia!" she cried. She closed her eyes then, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "And I destroyed our brother."

Edmund sucked in a sharp breath. "What?" he whispered.

Lucy sobbed. "Don't you see?" she asked. "If Peter hadn't been taken away from Narnia, he wouldn't have lost himself. You wouldn't have lost your best friend and confidant. He wouldn't be throwing himself into useless fights that do nothing but hurt both himself and you! He wouldn't use his words to hurt you and he wouldn't—" she swallowed hard, her tears falling faster. "He wouldn't be the one hitting you, either."

Edmund froze, feeling all the color drain from his face. Lucy had sworn to him, on the name of the Lion, to never tell another living soul about that.

"He's...he's only done that a couple of times," he choked out.

"He's pouring all of his grief and rage on you, and it's wrong, Ed," she sobbed. "And you just take it. I can make the bruises go away, but Peter is the one giving them to you and every time he lays a hand on you, he inflicts a wound that I can't heal. Why?" she looked up at him. "Why do you let him hurt you like that?"

"What else can I do?" he managed.

Lucy stumbled to her knees, face hidden in her hands, shoulders shaking with grief. "I'm sorry," she rasped. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Lucy," he choked, his own tears making themselves known. He fell to the ground beside her, hauling her onto his lap. She clung to him, and he ran his hand through her hair and kissed her forehead, rocking her back and forth.

"Lucy," he said. "This is not your fault. Peter is not your fault. Did it hurt to leave Narnia? Yes."

Lucy curled tighter into herself and pressed a hand to her mouth to muffle her cries.

"We didn't want to leave," he whispered. "But you didn't, either. I know that you would never have led us out on purpose. You didn't mean to. I know that, Lucy, and so do the others. We have never blamed you for this, Lucy."

"The others do," she whimpered. "It was one of those days when you were in the library all day, back at the Professor's. Susan asked me why I did it, and Peter just stared at me with dead eyes. They blame me, Eddie."

Edmund closed his eyes. Oh, Susan. Oh, Peter. How could you hurt her like this?

He stroked her hair again. "I never have and never will blame you for this, Lucy," he said gently. "I don't blame you, and neither does Aslan."

Lucy shuddered, and curled closer. "I know," she whispered. "I...I saw Him, soon after I got here. He told me that He didn't, but I just..." she sobbed. "Seeing our people, hearing how angry and afraid and broken they are..." She shook his head. "He should," she whispered. "He should blame me. It's my fault."

Edmund held her tighter, his heart breaking for his sister at the same time it leaped for joy, knowing that Lucy had seen the Lion. "Absolutely not," he said fiercely. "Lucy, He gave his life for me when I barely even believed in Him. You have loved, trusted, and believed in Him your whole life. He knows exactly what was going through your mind that day. And oh, Sister Mine," he pushed her up so she was facing him. He stared into her tormented, sea-colored eyes and wiped away her tears. "If our leaving wasn't a part of Aslan's plan, He would have stopped us. It was His plan for us to leave. Think about that, Sister. Aslan chose you to lead us out because the rest of us weren't strong enough."

Lucy closed her eyes and let out a wet laugh. "He said the same thing," she murmured. She sniffed, wiping at her face with her sleeve. "I just...I still don't understand."

So that's what she was talking about when I cam in.

"Then think about it this way," he urged. "Susan is the Gentle. She would never lead us back to a world where she was barely acknowledged. Peter is the Magnificent. He is our High King, our protector. In our world, he's just a boy. He would never lead us back to a place that he could not protect us in. I am the Just. I am a judge and adviser. A warrior and King, yes, but I follow my brother, and I follow the Lion. I could never lead us back to a place where I was a disloyal unbeliever. But you, Lucy." He wiped her tears away and felt a smile growing on his own face. "You are the Valiant, and valiance is not merely a little girl's faith. Sometimes it means that you must bear the burdens the rest of us cannot. Aslan chose you to lead us out because He knew that you would not falter. You would never doubt Him. You have always doubted yourself, but even in your darkest moments, you have trusted Him with all your heart. That's why it was you, Lucy."

She leaned forward and hugged him tightly. "He told me that, too," she said. "Honestly, Ed, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you've been eavesdropping on mine and Aslan's conversations."

Edmund laughed quietly, kissing her temple and rubbing her back.

"I don't mean to doubt His words," she said quietly. "I just...after seeing all the hate and fear, all those feelings came back. Because I know that if we'd stayed, this wouldn't have happened."

"We don't know that, Lucy," Edmund said, leaning back to face her. "If this was Aslan's plan, then it would have happened regardless of what we did. Hold on to what He told you, Lu. He loves you, He forgives you, and He doesn't blame you. If Aslan himself has declared you forgiven, there is no one alive in any world who has the right to condemn you." He smiled and tucked her hair behind her ears before wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Just hold on to that, Lu. You'll see. It'll get better."

She sniffed, wiping away the last of her tears. "Thank you, Ed."

"You are so welcome, Lu," he whispered back. He kissed her temple, then added. "And for what it's worth, I forgave you as soon as I realized what had happened."

She gave him a shaky, brilliant smile and curled up beside him on the steps, resting her head on his shoulder. A few minutes later, Edmund realized she'd fallen asleep.

He smiled and carefully lifted her in his arms, taking pains not to wake her. He carried her through the How until he reached the chamber that had been set aside for the three Royals.

Caspian had already claimed the one closest to the door, and was lying face-down, still fully clothed.

Ed shook his head with a soft laugh. The poor Prince looked like he'd just collapsed as soon as he'd gotten through the door. His boots were still on, for Aslan's sake.

He laid Lucy down on the bedroll farthest from the door, then carefully tugged Caspian's boots off, snorting and biting his lip to muffle his laughter when the Prince half-wailed something about five more minutes, professor, for the love of Narnia, let me sleep!

He pulled off his and Lucy's boots before curling up beside his sister, pulling her into his arms and spreading a blanket over them. She snuggled closer, sniffing and resting her head on his shoulder with a soft sigh.

The Silver King smiled, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

They were going to be fine.

When Edmund woke up the next morning, Caspian was sprawled out over an impressive amount of the floor and Lucy was still asleep on his shoulder. He could see the remnants of tear stains on her face. It absolutely broke his heart, but her expression was peaceful now, and he knew that she'd be alright.

Ed carefully wiggled his shoulder out from under her head and stood up, but he hadn't got more than a step away when a pillow hit him in the back of the head. He whipped around, but neither of his roommates seemed to have moved. He stepped towards the door, then spun back sharply—just in time for the next pillow to hit him square in the face.

"What in—" he spluttered, surprised.

Then he heard a giggle. "Got you, you little imp!" he shouted, cheerfully pouncing on his sister. She squealed and abandoned her pretense of sleep, scrabbling in the blankets to get away. But he was too quick, and he was on her in a flash, digging his fingers into her ribs. Peals of silvery laughter echoed through the halls, and more than one Narnian found themselves smiling at the sound.

Caspian woke up to Lucy's breathless, half shrieked pleas for mercy.

"Caspian!" she cried between shouts of laughter. "Save me!"

"At once, my Lady!" he cried. He leaped to his feet, shouted, "Avast, you fiend!" and tackled Edmund. Lucy dove out of the way as the two boys yelled and tussled and attacked fiercely with pillows. She timed it ever so carefully, then snuck up right behind her brother and whop! Slammed a pillow into the back of his head. He fell forward with a yelp, and she tackled him with a gleeful shout. The whole thing quickly devolved into a game of "smack as many people as you can as many times as you can with as many pillows as you can."

Finally, all three of them collapsed, gasping for breath and laughing.

"I think," Caspian panted, "that that was the most fun I have ever had before breakfast."

"I think," Edmund replied, "that you had better get used to it, because Lucy is an incorrigible little imp, and she likes to torment innocent, unsuspecting—oof!"

"What he means to say," Lucy said primly from where she was perched on her brother's stomach, "Is that he's terribly provoking, and you can hardly blame a girl for defending herself."

Edmund shoved her off with a good-natured grumble, and she curled up between the two boys, giggling. "I suppose we had better get up now," she said.

Edmund groaned and hid his face in her shoulder, and Caspian made a retching noise and buried his face in a pillow.

Lucy laughed. "Well, you can't stay in bed all day!"

"Watch me," Ed growled.

Lucy rolled her eyes and shoved at his chest. "Alright, alright, let me up." She climbed to her feet and stretched, then pulled on her boots and buckled the belt that held her dagger and cordial. She strapped one of her twin knives to the hip opposite her dagger, and sheathed a dirk in her boot. She grinned at the boys. "I'm going down to the kitchen to see if I can help with breakfast," she said. "I'll send someone to get you when it's ready, if you want to sleep some more."

"Don't bother, Lu," Edmund said. "We'll be up in a minute."

"Alright," she said. "Don't be too long!"

Edmund stretched and yawned as Lucy's footsteps faded down the hallway.

"She seems much better today," Caspian said, and Edmund blinked at him.

"What's that?"

The Prince smiled at him. "She was so worried about all of her siblings, but you in particular. She just seems much happier and more relaxed now that you're here."

Ed shrugged. "Lu and I became close the first time we were here, and we maintained that when we went back to England. There are two crowns of gold and two of silver, and we work best when we're together." He grinned. "But I have to say the same. I feel loads better now that I've seen her and know for sure that she's okay." He hauled himself to his feet. "Now we had better get a move on if we don't want her to be back in twenty minutes with a bucket of ice water to wake us up."

Caspian blinked. "Where would she get the ice?"

Edmund gave him a look of mock horror. "Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to," he said, and Caspian burst out laughing.

"Of course, your majesty," he said.

Edmund smirked. "After you, Your Grace." He bowed and swept his arm towards the door.

"No, no, I insist, My Lord," the other youth imitated him.

They managed to keep straight faces for all of ten seconds before Caspian snickered.

It wasn't long before they were leaning on each other, laughing themselves to tears.

"Alright you children," Lucy's fond voice came from the door, where she stood with her hands on her hips. "If you're quite done?"

"Yes, yes, sorry, Lu," Edmund gasped between spurts of laughter.

Caspian didn't even try to speak, and Edmund lost it all over again.

Lucy tried to keep a stiff upper lip, but when Edmund slipped on a blanket and fell into Caspian, knocking them both to the floor, she gave up and laughed, cheerfully tackling them both.

As they finally straightened themselves out and started down the hall to breakfast, shoving each other and still giggling, Edmund couldn't stop his smile.

Susan and Peter were lost, that was true.

But he had Lucy. And he had Aslan. And Caspian was proving himself to be an intelligent, kind boy full of hope and faith.

Keep a sharp watch, Usurper, he thought.

They stepped into the main cave of the How and he looked around at the massive Centaurs, savage Wolves, brutal Minotaurs, wily Foxes, and many, many more.

We want our home back.

The cavern echoed with the pounding of the smiths' hammers, the soft thunks of new bows being tested, and the harsh scrape of sharpening swords.

You are standing in our way.

The Silver King gave a sharp smile, as savage and wild as the Wolves he commanded.

We are coming for you.

And voila!

Chapter two.

This took FOREVER to get done, and I'm so sorry about the wait! Hopefully it was worth it?

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