Caspian was sitting in his counsel room, pacing. His servants had dressed him in battle armor, just incase the riot got inside the well protected castle. He held his helmet in one arm, his long white hair flowing just past his shoulders. "I refuse to stand here and let my people slaughter each other! I must go out there and talk them down!" Caspian yelled to one of the few counsel members who had not fled in fear. "My lord, we must keep you safe! They are after you, they say you are getting weak, and that you're going to let the magic's come right up to us and slaughter us."
Caspian's face got red with anger. "Those people are foolish for believing that! I have a plan to stop this Wizard, Adjoran, I just need to call them at the right time." Absentmindedly Caspian put a gloved hand on the satchel he wore around his waist. It held a white horn, gold decorating the rim beautifully. It would be hard to believe that the horn was thousands of years old. The counsel member looked confused. "Call how, my Lord?". Caspian ignored the question, biting as his lip in thought.
"Perhaps now is the proper time to call them… It is getting bad…" There was a loud bang, doors flying open. The counsel members stood, drawing the swords at their side, quickly stopping however upon seeing who had entered. A young handsome man who was a spitting image of a young Caspian walked briskly into the room. "Father! They are getting closer!" The boy said, addressing Caspian. The King looked more nervous, nodding curtly. "Very well… It has to be done…" He reached into the back, but stopped at the sound of shattering glass. Before he knew what was going on, Caspian was grabbed and pulled forward as citizens climbed through the now broken windows that were in back of Caspian.
There was yelling, and the sound of metal against metal as the guards fought the rioters. Caspian was rushed out of the room quickly, but they were stopped quickly when a wave of villagers rushed into the hallway. They tried to turn and go another rout, but that one was being filled with angry villagers as well.
Caspian pulled his large sword out, not bothering to struggle with his helmet. Throwing it to the side, Caspian blocked a man wielding a metal spike. Parrying the blow he pushed the man back, knocking over multiple people. Him and his son fought, but did not kill, the citizens, working their way to a door leading to a watch tower. Slamming the door closed, and blocking it with a unlit torch, Caspian and the prince ran up the tower stairs, throwing the trap door open. Climbing through, Caspian looked over the side, into the court yard of his castle. It was full of battling people, some citizens fighting in his honor while others fought both the guards and the people. The anti-magic people, dressed in blood red scarves, seemed to be winning and getting into the castle. "What are we to do?!" The prince said, looking fearfully to his father.
Caspian, grave faced, pulled out the horn in his bag. His son looked at him like he was crazy. "What will that do?" Caspian grabbed his son by the shoulders, looking him in the eye. "Remember those stories about the four great sibling Kings and Queens? Well they are true, all of it. This horn," He lifts up the horn, "Will call them back here. They will help us, everyone is loyal to them. I'm afraid I wasn't as great a ruler as them, but I hope you will learn from them, not me…" Caspian hugged his son tightly, the locked trap door being banged upon from the inside. Caspian put the horn to his lips, and blew hard.
The writer sat back in his chair, stretching and smiling to himself. What a wonderful day it was. Looking up at the ceiling, Vadik noticed something. A shuttering ceiling tile. Eyebrows furrowing together, he watched it shake more and more violently. Looking around, no one seemed to notice the angry tile. Vadik was about to say something to the gentleman next to him when he sudden felt a sharp pinch on his leg. Visibly jumping Vadik smacked at the pained spot, thinking to find a hand or something causing the pain. Instead he felt the same pain on his shoulder blade. Jumping up from his chair he looked around. People now noticed his strange behavior, staring at him as he flinched at another pinch in his hand. "Who's doing that?!" Vadik called through the store. People looked at him like he was wearing a straight jacket.
The ceiling tile continued to shake like it was having a seizure, but now other things were doing it too. A coffee cup on some ones table was shaking and scooting around. A cookie rack on the store counter. More and more things joined in, to the point where it looked like there was an earth quake was going on. "What's going on?!" Vadik yelled, starting to get freaked out. The sun light shining through the windows was starting to get brighter. Suddenly wallpaper on the wall started to peel off, like being ripped off by an invisible force. Things started to slide away, but no one seemed to notice except Vadik. The movement started to get faster, and before he could react, Vadik was squinting in the blazing sun, on his hands and knees in the sand. Seagulls squawked in the distance, and the sound of crashing waves could be heard. Vadik squinted through his longer, dark hair, trying to figure out what the hell happened.
First he was in a coffee shop, and now he's on a beach almost like the ones from Normandy. Looking up at the cliff Vadik could see the ruins of a extremely old castle. The architecture looked ancient Greek, from what Vadik could see. Standing up, he wobbled on the sand, sneakers sinking into the soft white sand. He was completely alone, and slowly the panic started to settle in. Eyes widening Vadik tried to calmly start walking. He got a few steps before bursting into a sprint towards the mountain. "Help! Someone help me! Anybody! Help!" Vadik found a rocky path up the side of the cliff. Running up it, he continued to yell loudly, hoping that maybe some tourist or something could help him.
Reaching the top of the cliff Vadik stopped dead. The ruins were defiantly ancient, almost invisible under the vegetation that completely covered it. He could tell that the ruins, once a palace, had been absolutely beautiful in its day. Taking in his surroundings, Vadik started to walk around. Although there was grass all over, there were pieces of marble floors, and walls. The pillars still stood, although it seemed like a lot of them were destroyed.
Walking to the edge of the cliff, Vadik could tell he was in a massive room, nothing there accept a few bits of wall, and a raised portion of the floor. There were four broken circles on the small 'stage', where thrones use to be. Vadik slowly took in the destroyed scene. It made him very sad, like a ruined painting. Sitting down on the steps, he put his head in his arms, eyes stinging. He sat like that for a couple minutes, but the sound like a whip cracking was what made him look up, and towards the beach. There was a figure there, stumbling in the sand.
Vadik's heart raced as he jumped up. Rubbing his eyes hard to make sure he wasn't seeing things, he called out, "Hey! Hey you!". Sprinting from the ruins he hurriedly went down the rocky path he took, stumbling a few times and falling. Racing onto the beach he went over to the figure, who was now standing. Sliding to a stop Vadik stared. She looked just as lost as him.