The screams of Lady Prunaprismia broke the silence of the night. Finally, the crying of a baby could be heard. She hugged her baby in her arms gently; a smile spreading on her face. She had given birth to a son, a son who belonged to Lord Miraz.

General Glozelle walked out of the room, where Lord Miraz was looking out of the window, admiring the scenery and imagining how the country would have been like with Caspian dead and him as king. He laughed to himself silently, before his thoughts were interrupted by General Glozelle.

"Lord Miraz, you have a son!" exclaimed Glozelle.

"The heavens have blessed us," Miraz started, then he paused, his smile turning into a smirk. "You know your orders, General Glozelle"

"Yes, my lord" General Glozelle bowed before heading off to gather a few soldiers to carry out Lord Miraz's evil scheme.

***

Caspian woke with a start when someone clasped his hand over his mouth. His eyes shot open but was relieved to see a white shaggy beard hanging over him - his professor.

"Five more minutes" muttered Caspian as he turned to his side and pulled the sheets up.

"You won't be watching the stars tonight my Prince. Come, we must hurry" Cornelius said in a hurried tone.

Both their heads shot up towards the door when they thought they heard the distant shouts of Telmarine soldiers.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Your aunt has given birth," said Cornelius, tugging Caspian out of his bed. "To a son"

Right now Caspian found it hard to register all this. His aunt? A son? Right now?

Cornelius moved swiftly to open Caspian's wardrobe and pushed away all the clothes, revealing a passage leading out of the room. He stepped in and Caspian followed. The clank clank clank of the soldiers' armors were getting closer and closer. They closed the wardrobe, but didn't lock it, for it is very silly for one to lock oneself in a wardrobe, leaving a crack just enough to see through.

A few men barged into the room without sound. Caspian watched in horror as the soldiers, lead by General Glozelle, surrounded the bed while aiming their loaded crossbows at it. With more than ten clicks and whizzes, they released their arrows without hesitation at the bed. Caspian winced a little at this and silently thanked his professor for saving his life.

Seeing that nothing stirred, Glozelle reached forward to strip the curtain down, revealing an empty bed.

"He has escaped! Find him!" He growled angrily.

Caspian and Cornelius raced down the stuffy and musty winding stairway, skipping steps as they went. Picking up a sword and amour on the way, Caspian swung himself onto his horse, Destier.

"You must make for the woods" whispered Cornelius.

"The woods? Are... you sure?"

"They won't follow you there. At least, I hope they won't, not like last time"

There was silence as both recalled the fate of Carmelya years ago. Caspian felt the tears of grief welling up in his eyes like they always did eight years ago. Cornelius reached into his cloak and pulled out a wrapped object.

"It has taken me many years to find it. Do not used it unless at your greatest needs" he said. Caspian accepted it and through the thick fabric of the little sack, he could make out the shape of a horn.

"Will I ... ever see you again?" Caspian questioned while hooking the sack firmly to his saddle.

"I hope so, my dear Prince. There is so much I meant to tell you. Everything you know is about to change" replied Cornelius rather sadly.

They heard the rattling of metal in the distance.

"Now go!" said Cornelius, smacking the rear of Destier. He watched on as they galloped down the tunnel swiftly and disappeared out of sight. Caspian rode though the courtyard, spotting an armed soldier in the distance. The soldier got into position to stop Caspian, only to be knocked with much ease and left groaning on the sidewalk. Crossing the bridge, Caspian looked up as fireworks exploded in the air.

"A son! A son! Lady Prunaprismia has blessed Lord Miraz with a son!"He heard a man shout. His heart sank at those words.

Hoovebeats echoed behind him. Caspian snapped back into reality as he realised that the Telmarine soldiers were still pursuing him. He charged into the dark woods after he crossed a broad but shallow river. General Glozelle entered after him, but the other soldiers slowed down, staring up at the trees. You see, the cowardly Telmarines have always been afraid of the woods as they believe that they are haunted by ghosts.

"Which of you superstitious old women would like to spend the night in a cell?" Glozelle raised his voice.

Almost immediately, all the soldiers rode into the dense woods in a straight line without anymore hesitation.

Caspian looked back to check on the soldiers. He saw none of them nor heard their hoovebeats and heaved a sigh of relief. He turned his head back to the front.

A thick, rough branch was in his way. It was too late.

Caspian felt a hard blow on his forehead and he was flung off his horse, and then dragged through the dried leaves and over numerous protruding roots. After quite a struggle, he managed to untangle his foot from the stirrup, only to find himself in the unfamiliar surroundings of the woods.

***

Amethy, Trumpkin, Nikabrik and Trufflehunter were startled by hoovebeats in the middle of their supper.

Amethy shot up from her seat, her grip tightening around her sword.

"Stay here Amy" said Trumpkin.

"But..." she was cut off by Trumpkin's 'no-means-no' glare she knew all too well. She shrugged, "fine"

Trumpkin and Nikabrik advanced outside the house - which was really just a small hole in a tree - and Amethy observed through the keyhole in the door.

Sitting on the forest floor was a boy (Caspian), probably a few years older than Amethy. Dark brown hair hung over his face. "He's a Telmarine" she muttered crossly. Amethy had always been taught by the trio to hate Telmarines, for they have stolen the freedom of them Narnians.

"He has seen us" said Nikabrik at the sight of Caspian's stare.

Trumpkin drew his sword before running over to Caspian. He stopped abruptly after he noticed a white horn of ivory, carved intricately with the head of a lion lying in the shadows. He knew who it belonged to - Queen Susan the Gentle. Trumpkin's head shot up at the sound of the approaching Telmarine soldiers.

"Take care of him" he said, turning to face Nikabrik. Then, he rushed towards the Telmarines. Caspian grabbed for the horn as his only resort.

He put it to his mouth and Amethy held her breath.

He blew it.

Amethy flung open the door. "No!" she screamed. Nikabrik hit him and he lost consciousness. Trumpkin was gone; taken by the Telmarines.