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Derowynn Hopkins

A self-confident, I'm in charge type of girl.

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a character in “Narnia: Return of the Heroes”, as played by bjzuels

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Full Name:Derowynn Annabeth Hopkins


Race:Human
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Gender:Female
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Age:25
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Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual



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Hair Color:Light Brown
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Eye Color:Brown
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Height:5'6"
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Weight:140lbs

Tattoos:None
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Piercings:Ears, two in each ear
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Scars:None
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Oddities:If sharing a bed with someone, she must always lay on the righ thand side (as you look at the bed from it's foot.)



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{Upon first meeting Derowynn, one would think of her as being cold and unfriendly. In fact, she is shy and introverted. She is a good judge of character and is more of a listener and talk later type of a person than a talk now and think later person. Once she warms up to you, you would find her as being kind and caring and almost extroverted with those people she trusts and feels comfortable around.}

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Hobbies:Horseback riding, Reading, Writing

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Habits:Fiddling with with hair, Twirling a writing utensil with her fingers when she holds one, Biting her lower lip

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Likes/Loves:
  • A good cup of tea
  • A trustworthy and caring companion
  • A purpose in her life

Dislikes/Hates:
  • Untrustworthy people
  • Rude, loud, disrespectful people
  • Getting caught in the rain

Strengths: Organization, planner, good listener, eager to help where she can

Weaknesses: Tends to be impatient, low tolerance for rude people, does not hide emotions well, tends to get down on herself easily)



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[color=#D8093B ]History:Derowynn comes from a family of adventurers. Her father and mother spent most of their lives traveling through the countryside helping people from village to village that they passed through. With her three brothers around, she often was treated and raised as the fourth boy, but being the youngest of the family, she also was treated as the baby and had her older brothers watching out for her. She learned how to use a sword and bow and became a very adept rider. As her parents settled down from their nomadic lifestyle, Derowynn and her brothers continue to travel and adventure, each going a separate way. From time to time she finds herself back home in the company of her parents, but her wanderlust keeps her moving, so she never stays long on her visits to home. [/color]



Face Claim:Alyssa Sutherland

So begins...

Derowynn Hopkins's Story

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The clashing of swords and the yelling of a crowed roared through the village. The civil war raged on, many people laying dead in the mixture of blood and mud. It was brutal, brother against brother, children screaming and running around. All this destruction, all because some people were pro-magic, while others were not. People screamed insults at each other, the anti-magic side pushing their way through the village, and towards the castle. They had enough of their magic loving king, and his peaceful ways.
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.




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He was on his laptop in a coffee shop. Ear buds in, coffee cup half empty, his fingers flying wildly over the keyboard, his imagination pouring over the virtual page. Vadik paused his typing to take a sip of coffee, glancing over the paragraph he just finished. It was written beautifully, a fantasy story about two women, a apocalyptic space station, and a god. Grinning and rubbing his lightly bearded chin, Vadik looked up from his laptop. Multiple girls were glancing at him and giggling when they caught his eye.
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.

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The mystery woman just stared at him like he had horns on his head as Vadik babbled, "I was in this coffee shop, and all of a sudden there was this earth quake, and before I know what's going on, I'm here! I was all the way in Brooklyn, and it's suppose to be winter, but it's so warm here, like it's never even seen snow! How did you get here? Where am I? Can you help?" The woman just stared. Vadik looked the woman up and down. She wasn't dressed in any tourist clothing, and she looked incredibly dirty. There was no way she was from here, or was suppose to be here. "My name is Vadik... Vadik Nadir. I'm a writer, if that calms you. I'm not here to hurt you. I don't even know where here is..."
Vadik took a few steps back, stumbling a bit as his shoes. His outfit wasn't exactly beach wear. He pulled off his jacket, a white button up under it. "There's some old ruins up there that I was looking at... They look extremely old, but no one's really touched it. There would be graffiti all over the place if someone actually found it. That or lots of people." Vadik pushed the hair out of his face, looking up at the crumbling walls. He clicked his tongue "It would of been beautiful in its day, I can tell you that." Without warning he started walking over to where he came down, hoping that maybe they would find something. "If it's a tourist place, that might be closed, maybe there's a pedestal telling us where we are," He looked back at the girl to make sure she was following, flashing her a smile. Still holding onto his jacket, Vadik climbed the crumbling stairs once again.
He explored a bit more, glancing over his shoulder to look at the mysterious girl a couple of times, in hopes that she might actually say something. However she remained quiet, just taking in the view around her. About two hours passed before Vadik gave up on his search, going back to the throne room ruins, sitting down on the steps. For a split second he looked absolutely hopeless, like they would never find out where they were, and how they could get home. He however remained optimistic. "Well it could be worse," He was saying more to himself then the girl, "At least it's not cold, or raining. And the view is extremely nice, like I would of loved to see this place back in its day." Sighing Vadik gave the area one last swoop of the eye, freezing when he noticed something on a rather large solid wall. A secret door, which had been pried open a long time ago. It was almost invisible under the vegetation that had taken over, but it was still visible.
Quickly getting up, Vadik went over to the doorway, pushing aside all the vines. "Hello... Where do you go?" Prying the door open Vadik looked back at the girl. Giving her a small shrug as if saying 'why the hell not?'. The door lead to a dark stair case, which spiraled downwards, into the cliff. Going down about a story, the stares expanded into a dark room. It was almost impossible to see anything, the light from the stairs not helping. It was, however, visible that there were four chests on the opposite wall, statues of people at each chest. Vadik went over to the chest farthest to the right, a tall and elegant man standing behind it. Opening the unsealed chest, he reached inside, recoiling when his hand touched something cold, and leather. Glancing back at the woman, Vadik raised an eyebrow, clicked his tongue, and plunged his hand back into the darkness. When he pulled it back out, he was holding a magnificent sword, a golden and tarnished lions head as the pommel. Vadik dropped the ancient sword as if it was on fire, shock written all over his face. He turned to the woman. "Who are you? What the hell is this place? Why is there some sword laying around like it's meant to be here?" Vadik started to back away, like he was staring eye to eye with a bear.

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The woman seemed completely unaware that Vadik had been freaking out. She simply pulled out a bow and arrow, and showed it to the man. Vadik paused, giving the woman a confused look, eyebrows furrowing together. She was defiantly something... Wordlessly Vadik went over to the woman, taking the bow from her hands. He grabbed the string and pulled back. The bow creaked slightly, but didn't break in his hands like he thought. Looking impressed he handed the bow and arrow back to the woman, and one of the few dusty arrows from the quiver, looking it up and down. There were hammer marks on the arrow head, as if it was hand made, and the feathers on the arrow were real, not the fake plastic everyone has today. "These are made in a old way, but.... They don't look very damaged from age, like they should be." Vadik put the arrow back, and went over to the sword. He pulled it out of the sheath, looking at the blade. He could feel that there was writing, just like he could feel the hammer marks on the arrow head, but it was too dark to read them. "Let's search the other two, see if there's anything else in there," Vadik suggested, going over to the other two chests.
Going to the last one, a young female statue behind it, he opened it. Feeling inside Vadik frowned. It was mostly empty, but what he pulled out was a small dagger. It was attached to a belt with some sort of weird bottle on the other side. Looking back, Vadik saw the woman pull out a thin sword. It wasn't as bulky as the sword that Vadik held, but it looked light weight, and just as sharp as his. "Let's go back up, and examine this stuff," Vadik suggested, leading the way back up the stairs.
Squinting in the bright daylight Vadik looked first at the sword he was holding. The writing on the blade read "When Aslan bears his teeth, winter meets its death" and on the other side, "When Aslan shakes his mane, We shale have spring again". Vadik raised his eyebrow, staring down at the shining blade. "What the hell does that mean?' He asked, glancing at the woman. Looking at the red leather sheath he was holding, Vadik noticed something scratched in it. "Rhindon". Still looking confused, Vadik looked at the sword. "That must be the swords name," He thought aloud. Looking at all the other weapons none of them were written on, nor did they have names.
Vadik clicked his tongue, looking back at Rhindon. The sword was about his size, and could be very valuable if they made it back home. He was about to say this to the mystery woman, but stopped when he heard something. The sound of hooves on stone. Eyes widening, Vadik threw the sword over his back, using the leather belt attached to the sheath to hold it across his back. Still holding the dagger belt Vadik ran towards the noise. It was farther away, but the sound of leaves and grass being moved around could be easily heard. Vadik ran through a wall of trees, the sound coming from the other side. He stopped dead in his tracks, however, when he saw what was making the noise. A man- no a horse- but actually both at the same time. A man torso melted into a horses body. The centaur looked startled. His skin was dark, and he had long black hair. The horses body was a deep chestnut, the same black hair for a tail. Vadik stared at the man-horse-thing, flinching when he suddenly talked. "What are you doing in Cair Paravel? Where did you find that sword?" Vadik just stared, his face slowly turning a ash white. Without warning, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he fell straight backwards.

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The Centaur snorted at the question, as if it was a stupid question. He grinned, looking at the girl, but the grin fell as the confused look in the her eyes never went away. "If you do not know the story of the Sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve, then you must not be from around here... The weapons you carry are the weapons of our four great kings and queens, all siblings. The sword he carries," The horse-man gestured towards Vadik with his sword lazily, "Is Rhindon, King Peter the Magnificents' sword. That bow and arrow is Queen Susan the Gentles'. She also had a horn to call for help, but King Caspian has that. That sword," He pointed to the thin blade, "Is King Edmund the Justs', and that dagger is Queen Lucy the Valients'. They all have seen battle many times."
There was a pause as Vadik started to move a bit, but not wake up. "I think we should take him back to my heard, we can make sure he is okay." The creature looked back at the woman, who looked skeptical. "My name is Rafa. My heard is not far from here, just a mile or so away. I promise not to hurt you." Rafa put his sword back into its sheath, on the side of his horse body. "Please, follow me. We can get you cleaned up and smelling better as well... I think you should keep the weapons, they might do you some good." Rafa walked over to Vadik, who was moving his head a little, like a dog having a dream. The centaur knelt down low, picking Vadik up like he was as heavy as a pillow. Standing up Rafa put the writer across his back, face down. He looked back at the woman, then started to walk through the trees.
The walk was simple enough, staying on the cliff, which lead into a forest. "Those ruins were the Kings and Queens palace at one time. Cair Paravel is what it was called. It was our capitol over 1350 years ago, when the sibling rulers were still with us. It was a beautiful place, I've been told. My grandfather served in the royal army, fighting side by side with the two brothers. He told my father his stories, and then my father told me." Rafa smiled at all the memories. "The Kings and Queens grew up here, ruling all of Narnia. But then they disappeared for 1300 years. Humans found their way here, and tried to push us magical creatures out. The siblings came back, but young again. They fought side by side with our current king, Caspian, then left once again back to their lives in London, what ever that is. Then King Edmund and Queen Lucy returned one last time to help King Caspian. That was fifty years ago. They haven't been seen sense. We're all afraid that they will never come back." Rafa was no longer smiling. He looked tired and ragged, worry making him look older. "We magic folk face persecution once again. This time, however, we have the Wizard Adjorn with us. He will push out the humans, make Narnia pure again." Rafa glanced at the woman, his eyes widening slowly. "Humans no longer belong in our world."
Rafa stopped, his hand reaching for his sword. Before he could draw it, however, Vadik shoved himself from the ponies back. Drawing his own sword, he slashed at the stunned centaurs side. The blade easily sliced through Rafa's hide, blood spraying from the 3 foot long cut. Rafa yelled in agony, bursting into a gallop, running through the trees. Vadik looked stunned, clutching the sword handle with both hands, shaking slightly. Looking at Derowynn he asked, "Are you okay?"

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Vadik flinched at the girls yelling. She seemed to be freaking out now, finally asking the question of 'where am I' and 'who is this man with me'. She had run off so fast he had no time to put Rhindon away as he ran after her, which only made her freak out more. Quickly swinging back, causing the woman to scream more, he sheathed the large sword, putting his hands out and kneeling down, so they were eye level, he calmly said, "My name is Vadik Nadir. I'm from Brooklyn New York. I have no idea where we are, but I promise you, actually promise you, that I'm not here to hurt you. We're in this together." Vadik slowly shuffled forward, still kneeling with his hands up. Getting close enough to the woman he slowly put a hand down, placing it on her knee, carful not to scare her.
"Let's get back to the beach, were you were going. Maybe we can find a cave or something, and rest for the night." Vadik was now looking over the girls head, at the crashing waves just past the tree. It was starting to get dark now, the sun going down fast. Slowly standing, he held his hand out to the dirty woman. Helping her up, he picked up his jacket, which he managed to save from Rafa. Starting to walk past the thin line of trees, he went to the edge of the cliff. It was the same beach, but they had strayed away from the Cair Paravel stairs, which could be in any direction. Instead of wasting more time, and possibly getting into more danger, Vadik started to climb down. It wasn't hard, or too steep, this part of the cliff sloping a little, but he still frequently looked at the woman next to him, just to make sure she was okay. After about two minutes of silence Vadik started to talk. It was sort of silly things, just like the weird people of Brooklyn, how he was originally from Texas. As they reached the bottom of the cliff, however, he frowned, jumping down a few feet onto the sand.
"You know, I haven't really had time to think of this... But why us?" He didn't look at the woman, feeling she would look at him like that was a stupidly obvious question. "It's just, we're not exactly very crazy people. You, no offense, seem to be homeless, and I'm just a writer. This place actually looks like something I'd write up. I just feel like I'm dreaming. That thing back there, Rafa I think I heard him call himself- I woke up much earlier then you guys realize -said this place was Narnia." Vadik was now walking along the beach, looking at the cliff to see if there were any actual caves. He didn't trust the safety of Cair Paravel anymore, seeing as it was such a well known spot by things like Rafa. "I might have an active imagination, but there's no way I could dream up such a background as that guy told us." Vadik paused, seeing a small dark hole, barely big enough for him to walk into. Slipping inside, the hole opened up to a medium sized cave. It was about 50 feet back, and 25 feet wide. Looking back at the woman he smiled a little, something finally going successful.
It was even colder in the cave then it was out on the beach. It was also much darker, and the lowering sun did nothing for the cave. Handing the woman his jacket, he said he'd go out to try and find drift wood, mentioning the lighter he had in his back pocket. "I can say something before I enter, so I don't spook you," The man offered as he walked out of the cave. Not hearing a answer he shrugged, assuming that meant she would prefer him to do that. It took him about thirty minutes to find any wood on the beach, but there were lots of sticks at the base of the cliff from trees. Coming back with a rather large armful of wood he made a kinda loud whistling noise before entering the cave, grinning a bit. "I got wood!" Setting the tinder down, he started to build a fire, before realizing that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Frowning, he looked at the woman. "Any advice here?" Five minutes later a fire was build and going, lots of extra sticks and branches to fuel it through the night.
Laying back in the sand, head on his arms, Vadik stared up at the ceiling as the light danced across it. He didn't realized how tired and how much of a head ache he had until he actually stopped to think about it. 'this will all go away in the morning' he thought contently, his eyes drooping. Before he let himself sleep, however, he asked the question that was asked many times. "What's your name, anyways? I've told you mine twice now." He looked over to the sitting woman, grinning a bit.

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Vadik's eyes went wide as Derowynn, or Dero, started to cry. He hurried over to her, taking off Rhindon, sitting in back of her and wrapping his arms around her tightly, gently rocking. It felt a little weird hugging a stranger, but they were stuck here together, so might as well make the most of it. "We'll get home, don't worry. You heard that thing back there, those four siblings went home many times, you just got to find the right way. You're not alone in this, we'll figure out how to get home together." Vadik closed his eyes softly hushing Dero, still rocking side to side. He didn't let go until Derowynn stopped sniffling and crying. "Get some sleep, okay? I'll watch, make sure none of those things get us."
Scooting away, Vadik grabbed the sword again, standing up and putting his jacket on over the sweat and dirt stained white shirt. "I'll let you know if anything bad happens," He said as he walked back into the cold night. The moon was massive in the sky, a full circle directly above Vadik. Not wanting to stray too far from the cave, Vadik sat in the sand, leaning against a large rock that was half buried in the sand, like a bolder that was shoved off the cliff. Nothing happened for the longest time. So long that Vadik accidentally fell asleep at one point. When he woke up, however, he woke up to singing. Confused, Vadik opened his eyes. He glanced into the cave mouth to see the fire had died, and Derowynns sleeping form. The singing wasn't coming from the cave, but instead from the ocean.
Standing up, Vadik looked out, the moon just above the horizon. Walking forward a bit, he could see 3 shapes moving in the ocean. 3 girls were waving at Vadik, singing to him. Mesmerized Vadik walked to the waters edge, staring out at the girls. The singing was pulling him in. He didn't even realize that he was walking forward into the water, the waves hitting his shin. The singing continued to pull Vadik in, so mush so that the fish tales flicking around where the girls legs should be didn't even bother him. The water was waste high now, and Vadik was almost there, reaching for the girls. Now that he could actually see them, they were beautiful. Flowing long hair, strong features, beautiful smiles. Vadik smiled back, not even hearing the yelling of Derowynn behind him. He just simply kept wading out to the girls. The water was shoulder high, and he was struggling to touch the sea floor. He was within touching distance of the first girl, who was smiling seductively at him. Reaching out, Vadik grabbed the womans outstretched hand. Then, he was under the waves, the woman holding onto him, dragging him further out to sea. He let her, not struggling, keeping his eyes closed in the salt water, just smiling away, listening to the singing.

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Vadik didn't say anything for a long while, still panting and coughing up a bit of water. He lay prone in the sand, his face tilted into it. Opening his eyes when Dero asked if he was okay, he looked at her, nodding his head. "They were singing, so I just followed it, and then I couldn't stop following it..." Vadik tried to stay calm. The entire time him and Derowynn have been here he didn't burst out, but at this very moment Vadik wanted to scream his head off. To yell at the world asking 'why me' and to just throw a temper tantrum. He didn't, however. Getting up slowly, Vadik started to walk back to the dark cave. It was almost time for the sun to come about, but Vadik was too tired, mentally and physically, to care.
Grabbing Rhindon off the ground, where he had left it, Vadik went into the cave, went to the farthest wall, and just plopped down, taking off his jacket and using it as a pillow. His back faced the cave entrance, but he heard Dero following him. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms. "Thank you," He mumbled before slipping into a light sleep. When he woke up the sun was up, and Dero was gone. Eyes going wide, Vadik grabbed his sword and sprinted out of the cave calling Derowynns name. He ran around, managing to find the stairs to Cair Pravel. Sprinting up them, he almost ran right into Derowynn. Her hair was wet, and her clothing seemed to be damp, like it had been washed. Although she still had a tiny hint of garbage smell still on her, she looked clean and fresh.
"You scared me! I thought someone had dragged you away or something!" Vadik suddenly hugged Dero tightly, ignoring the fact that he was getting sand all over her. Pulling away after a second He looked down at his own clothing. Although not as filthy as he could be, he was still covered in dirt, salt, sweat, and other things. Clicking his tongue Vadik asked, "Mind showing me where you went?" Following her, Vadik smiled when he saw the beautiful brook. It was a good size, and the current wasn't too strong. Stripping off his sword and jacket, Vadik knelt down, scooping up handfuls of water and splashing it on his face. He started to unbutton his shirt, glancing around the surrounding woods. Dipping the white fabric into the water, he worked on scrubbing off the dirt. He hadn't realized how helpful soap was until now.
Vadik squeezed as much water out of his shirt as he could, he hung it up to try on a tree branch. He was about to start pulling off his shoes to wash his socks when he heard rustling. Vadik looked around. Derowynn had left him to clean up alone, going off somewhere he didn't know. Stumbling over to Rhindon hurriedly, he ripped the sword out of its sheath, gripping it with two hands as the rustling continued. Vadik almost dropped the sword when he saw what was causing the noise. A old man, his left arm in a sling, and with a limp. Behind him seemed to be an army, some with their swords drawn, others just staring at half naked Vadik. "Well this is a very welcome surprise," The king-like man said, grinning to Vadik. Vadik didn't return the smile, still holding his sword tight, looking at the old man. His hair was long and white, and honestly Vadik had no idea why this limping old geezer was walking through the woods with an army. "I guess you don't know who I am. My name is Caspian, I am the king of men," He paused like this should mean something to Vadik. Caspian's smile faltered a little, confusion flashing across his face. He glanced down at the sword Vadik was strangling, comprehension and realization flooding his face, then it was replaced with extreme happiness. "The horn! It still works!" He looked back at the man standing closes to him, who seemed to be a younger version of himself. The young man, probably about Dero's age, looked like he was about to burst out in tears.
Vadik stood there, very confused as the two men embraced like Vadik was their savior. He shifted backwards, looking at the entire army around him. "My boy, you look so confused! Let me elaborate; I called you here using Queen Susans horn, although I did expect the Pevensie siblings," Caspian said, face smeared with tears. Vadik didn't know what to feel. Anger flashed through him, just as strong as when Dero fished him out of the sea. This man was the cause of Vadik and Derowynns suffering. He ripped them away from their lives and threw them into a world that should stay in the books. Vadik must of shown his rage, because multiple soliders started to grip their swords, about ready to pull them out and attack. "I am truly sorry, and I wouldn't have blown the horn unless I absolutely had to," Caspians smile faded, a sad look on his face. "I wonder if Ed and Lu are okay," He whispered to himself, eyebrows furrowing in thought. "Why the fuck did you bring us here?" Vadik demanded. Caspian looked up, being brought out of his thoughts. "Us?... There's two of you?" Vadik cussed up a storm in his head, cursing his slip up. Caspians smile was back. "If you could please go and find your partner, I can then explain where you are, and why you are here, back at my camp." Vadik hesitated for a moment before nodding. Caspian was the first human interaction him and Dero have had in the 24 hours they've been in Narnia, and he seemed genuine, although Vadik still was timid around the old man.
Picking up his damp shirt, sword, and jacket, Vadik started to walk back to the cave, frowning when he looked back to see the boy he assumed was Caspians son following him with three more guards. Passing through Cair Paravel Vadik walked down the stairs. Derowynn was standing on the beach. When she turned, seeing the movement on the cliff, Vadik was surprised to see she didn't bolt instantly. Looking like a child being brought to the principle, Vadik went over to Derowynn, giving her a little nod as if to say 'everything will be okay' turning and looking at the prince, arms crossed.

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Vadik had told the guards to stay back as he talked with Derowynn. They obeyed, standing by the stairwell while him and Dero walked more towards the sea. Vadik stayed a bit back, tucking in his wet shirt like an annoyed teen. "They're the ones who called us here," Vadik mumbled, looking over to Derowynn. "Their king, Caspian, says that we are to follow him back to camp, so he can explain the reason we are here. I don't trust them very much, but I don't think we have much of a choice." He glanced back at the young prince, who was watching Vadik with a hard gaze, as if challenging him to run. Vadik simply tilted his chin up, trying to make himself look a little bigger then he already was. "Let's go grab the rest of the stuff from the cave, and we can then follow this lot to hopefully some beds. And food. Food sounds fantastic right now," Vadik said the last part with a watering mouth, eyes unfocused slightly as he thought of steak and burgers.
Shaking his head, he lead Dero back to the cave, the guards going back over to them. "Our camp is about two miles from here. Many people will be glad to see you two... Your Majesty's," The prince added the last part with a slightly sour look. Vadik gave the kid a weird look, but didn't question why he was calling them that. Going into the cave Vadik handed Dero the sword and the belt with the dagger and bottle. "I'll keep the bow and Rhindon, the dagger will fit your waste, and it wont hurt for you to carry the sword." Vadik grabbed the quiver of arrows, tying the belt around his waste, and put the bow next to Rhindon on his back. Still grave faced, he walked out of the cave, the prince smiling to him a little. "Are you ready to go?" Vadik nodded, letting Dero go ahead of him, keeping an eye on the men around her.
They traveled back up the cliff in silence for a while before the prince spoke again. "My name is Dakari, by the way. I don't think I got your guys' names." Vadik glanced at the prince, Dakari, before saying, "I am Vadik Nadir. She's Derowynn Hopkins. I'm from Brooklyn, she's from Denver." Dakari's eyebrows furrowed in though. "I have no idea where those two kingdoms are..." Vadik looked at Dakari like he was stupid, then remembered that they weren't in the United States anymore. "They're cities, actually, on a continent called America. Brooklyn is the farthest North East you can go, really, and Denver is almost in the middle of America," Vadik patiently explained. Dakari nodded, his face showing the slow comprehension of what Vadik said.
The group soon reached Caspian once again. When the old king, leaning against a tree, saw the two of them, his face broke out into the biggest smile imaginable. "Remarkable! You're not siblings are you? I just assumed that there were going to be four of you, but it makes sense now to have two rulers, not four." Vadik had so many questions, but instead he just kept quiet, going up to Caspian with a quiet Dero. "This is Derowynn. She's the one who showed up with me." Caspian still smiled, bending down and kissing Dero's hand softly. "It is a pleasure, my dear, truly... I am sure you two are hungry. Let us go back to camp, and feast! I shale answer all your questions after we've got full belly's, and plenty of laughter!" And with that, the king turned, and was on his way. Vadik glanced at Derowynn. He was still tense, but seemed to calm down a bit more.
The army of about a 100 men started to move, talking amongst themselves in groups. Vadik and Derowynn stayed close to Caspian and Dakari, who were chatting away happily. Vadik simply took in his surroundings. The forest was absolutely beautiful, and full of life. On multiple occasions Vadik saw deer, and squirrels, some of them actually talking to the group. They walked for about 15 minutes before Caspian actually noticed the bow on Vadiks back. The old king stopped walking, staring at the bow. "I see you have found her bow and arrow," He said in a loud whisper. Caspians eyes were wide, and watery, like the bow and arrow was a familiar ghost. Vadik raised an eyebrow, taking the bow off his back. "We found all our weapons in a hidden chamber... I know this belonged to the eldest girl, queen Susan. Did you know the old Kings and Queens?" Caspian slowly nodded, still staring at the bow. "We fought together against my uncle. Then again when a dangerous mist attacked the people here... That was just Edmund and Lucy, however. Peter and Susan got too old to come back to Narnia... Susan was the first girl I ever loved..." Dakari shifted uncomfortably, glancing between his father and the bow. "She was always so amazing with her bow, as if she was an elf." Caspian had started to cry, reaching out for the ivory handle. Vadik recoiled a bit, taking a step back. "I'm very sorry she is gone. I can tell she meant a lot to everyone here," Vadik said in a genuine voice. Caspian took in a shuttering breath, giving Vadik a sad smile. "I am too, my boy..." And with that Caspian kept walking. Dakari gave the bow a cautious glance before following his father. Vadik looked back at Dero, giving her a 'what was that all about?' look.

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Vadik felt like 5 layers of skin has been scrubbed off him. The people who groomed him were also ladies, making the bath very uncomfortable, seeing as one of them was giggling like a maniac while the other just blushed and refused to look anywhere past his neck. After a few minutes of worrying that the girls were going to cut his neck while cleaning up his beard, Vadik quickly took the straight razor and mirror, saying he would do it himself. Cleaning up the edges, and getting rid of the stubble on his neck, Vadik then allowed the girls to help him dress. He wore a simple leather tunic over some pants and a shirt. His boots were stiff, one of the girls mentioning that they were brand new, just for him. Vadik also struggled with the leather cuffs they attached to his wrists, not use the weight and slight mobility restraint if they slid to high up. After putting Rhindon around his waste, leaving Susans bow next to his old clothing, and straightening his tunic, Vadik was ushered out of the tent into a large flow of people dressed just like him, almost all of them men. He didn't get the chance to look and see Dero, already being pushing into a large group that blocked his view of the tent. Shrugging it off, figuring he'd see her sometime soon, he followed the crowd.
There was a massive table set for 12 people, but only on one side. Two seats in the middle were the largest and most elegant. The rest of the area had pillows and small coffee tables set around it, most of the soliders sitting there, while the table was filled up by high ranking officers. Caspian and Dakari were sitting in the large chairs, Derowynn next to Dakari. Vadiks eyes went wide seeing her, properly groomed. She was very beautiful, and seemed to blush as Vadik stared at her. The two girls that groomed Vadik lead him up to the table. They curtsied to the king, pausing and looking at Vadik expectantly. Confused for a few seconds, Vadik stared at them before on of them motioned for him to bow. 'Oh' Vadik mouthed, bending a little at his waist. Caspian laughed loudly, having already helped himself to a bit of wine. "My child, there's no reason for you to bow. Come, sit!" Caspian pointed to the empty chair next to him. Vadik went over to the chair, glancing at Derowynn, raising his eyebrow slightly.
After sitting down, Caspian stood up. The loud chatter in the crowed stopped instantly. The King lifted his bejeweled goblet, smiling like Santa Clause. "To our new guests," He bellowed, "May they stop Aborjan, and rule just as well, if not better, then the four siblings!" Vadik leaned forward a bit in his chair as the crowed cheered, looking to Dero with a 'what's going on?' look. Caspian took a gulp of his wine, sitting back down, still smiling. "What do you mean by that, sir?" Vadik asked. "Don't you see, boy? That's why you're here, that's why I called for you! Narnia has picked a new King and Queen, and that happens to be you and Miss Hopkins." Vadik frowned, sitting back in his chair. "I thought you were king, though," He continued. Caspian was carving a large turkey in front of him. "Aye, I am King, but only king of my own kingdom. You two are the rulers over all Narnia. So you guys are technically higher then I am on the food chain."
Vadik was about to ask more questions, but when he saw the steaming food brought before him, all questions left his mind. He didn't realize how hungry he was until then, his mouth watering and stomach rumbling. Vadik helped himself, scarfing down food happily, trying not to moan at the fantastic taste of everything. He even liked the wine, despite not being a massive alcohol lover. Vadik didn't push for anymore information on their being there until after everyone had eaten their fill, and now everyone was just sitting by the torchers, talking. Dakari had gone off to woo some girls, leaving Dero, Vadik, and Caspian sitting at the table. Vadik turned his chair a bit, looking at the lounging King. "Who's Aborjan? Why do you think it's us that is suppose to slay him? Not to burst your bubble, but neither of us are much of a fighter." Despite obviously doubting Caspian, the old king still smiled. "My boy, Narnia does not make mistakes! When I first met you, your instincts told you exactly what to do, and how to move. You know when to be careful around people, and when to give up the fight and trust them. I'm certain Miss Derowynn here is a very convincing talker, when she does converse," Caspian turned to Dero, grinning to her.
Vadik shifted in his seat. Although still not believing Caspian, what he said did make sense. Even though Vadik was a writer from Brooklyn, being here just felt right. Rhindon in his hands, Susans bow on his back, it all felt natural, like he was suppose to be wielding such weapons. Vadik looked to Derowynn, wondering if she felt the same way with the weapons given to her. Clicking his tongue, Vadik took a sip of wine. "And what about Aborjan?" He repeated. Caspian frowned at the name, looking down at the table. "He is a wizard. A sorcerer claiming to be the real king of Narnia. He's a hater of men, and a corrupt ruler. He wants to kill all things mortal, claiming that death is the lowest thing imaginable. He's afraid of it, constantly trying to find ways of immortalizing himself. You want to know what the funny thing is? Aborjan hates all humans, but he himself was once human."

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Vadik crossed his arms and frowned at Dero's question. He thought for a moment before answering, "I don't think he's entirely wrong. I cannot deny what I have seen, and I know that I can not dream all of this up, even as someone with a active imagination. It all seems very bazar, but maybe Caspian is right, there is a reason we are here." Vadik could tell this was not the answer Derowynn wanted. He stopped walking, looking sternly, "I'm not 100% about it either, but these people are the only ones who have the answers on how to get us back home, Derowynn. Let us play along for a while, and see if they really are true or not." Continuing to walk, they were lead to separate tents. The beds were as soft as a cloud, and the blankets were extremely warm in the cold night. Vadik did not realize how tired he was, and how much he wanted to sleep in a bed, even after one night of sleeping on the ground.
When he woke up, he could tell someone was sitting on the end of his bed, softly touching his leg. Vadik didn't open his eyes, half expecting to be back in the cave with some mermaid or centaur stroking his leg. When he did, however, he saw it was one of the girls who dressed him. She smiled seeing him awake. "Master Nadir, I see you are a sound sleeper." Vadik did not answer, staring at the girl with a weird face. "My name is Rowen, his Majesty assigned me to you, as a personal servant," The woman said with a small smile. Vadik slowly raised his eyebrow. "Caspian wants you to be my secretary?" The woman, Rowen, looked confused at this, Vadik only just remembering where he was. "That's a thing from back where I'm from, sorry... So you're here too...?" Vadik sat up, pulling his leg out from under Rowen's hand. "Whatever you want, my lord. Bathing, grooming, fetching you food or drink. I am your to command," Rowen smiled again, looking almost like a goddess with her beauty.
Vadik stared at her for a second before asking "Where do you come from?" Rowen looked taken aback by the question, furrowing her eyebrows. "I am from Galma. It is a island off the beach where Cair Paravel is," She obediently answered. "And how did you come to be here?" Vadik asked, tilting his head. "My family left Galma when I was a teenager. We moved into King Caspian's kingdom, my father becoming a very trusted councilor for the king. When the castle was attacked, everyone fled, and so now we are here. I wanted to be useful, so I told King Caspian to put me wherever he needed me." Vadik nodded once and a while as he listened to the story. "And where is your father? Does he know you're being... Put under my command?" Rowen's eyes instantly started to water. Vadik regretted his question at once. "My father died when the castle was taken over. Many people hate King Caspian and his court for being such magic lovers..." Rowen started to cry, looking away to hide her face. Vadik sat awkwardly for a second before shuffling over, hugging Rowen. She jumped slightly, looking up at Vadik very surprised, like she expected him to do nothing. "I know how it feels to lose the ones you love, and all I can tell you is that the wound will always be there, but it will get better." Rowen cried for a while, Vadik not moving away until the tears reduced to sniffling. "There we go," Vadik smiled, wiping away a tear, "All better now." Rowen gave him a small smile, mumbling her thanks.
"Rowen! Hurry up and wake him! Breakfast is almost-" The second girl who had bathed Vadik had come in, but stopped upon seeing the two hugging. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes went wide looking between the two. "No, no, no, no, it's not what it looks like," Vadik said, leaping off of the bed, but the girl was already gone. Rowen jumped up too, chasing after the girl yelling a inaudible name. Vadik stood there dumbfounded before gathering himself up and getting dressed. He continued to wear Rhindon, but left the bow leaning against his bed. Walking out into the beautiful clearing, Vadik went back to the 'mess hall', sitting next to the very happy Caspian once again. "I hope you like Rowen, my boy, she's very loyal and will serve you well!" Vadik silently nodded, grabbing some sausage from a platter that was being passed around. "After breakfast, you will be taught how to actually use that sword of yours, and the bow. Speaking of which, Susan never got around to naming it, like Peter named his sword. Sense it is now yours, what would you like to call it?" Vadik thought for a long while before saying, "Arwen. I shall call it Arwen."

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Vadik glanced to Dero, who was giving him a weird and uncertain look with her eyes. He raised an eyebrow slightly to shower her he agreed with whatever she was feeling. Looking back at Caspian he continued to politely smile, eating despite the feast he had yesterday. "Today the captain of my guard will train you how to use the weapons you carry. Specifically a sword, although he will also show you how to use that bow, Arwen," Caspian said after a sip of his goblet. Vadik shifted slightly in his seat. "If that is what is required of us, then we will do it." He glanced back at Derowynn, a frown flicking across his face. If Caspian was taking the time to teach them self defense, then that meant they weren't getting home anytime soon.
Vadik ate his food in silence, getting up once finished. "I'm going to tour the camp, collect my thoughts," Vadik said, pushing his chair backwards. Caspian smiled and nodded while Dakari stood up as well. "Would you like me to show you around?" Vadik shook his head. "I'd prefer to figure my way around myself, thank you Dakari," He said as he walked away. It didn't take long before Derowynn found him, and started to silently walk beside him. "I want to go home... Not fight somebody elses war," Vadik growled, dodging two solders who walked between them. "This is all insane, but what's even worse is that I'm starting to get the feeling that we really are meant to be here." Vadik noticed Dero give him a weird look, making him frown. "I know all you want to do right now is just get home, so you're not even paying attention to any other emotions, but when you really sit down and think about it... Personally I'm already forming some sort of bond with this life style. You know, fighting, making decisions, working with people for a common goal. I mean that's what me and you are doing right now, we're working together to go home, but maybe this is our home..."
Vadik stopped walking. He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. Clicking his tongue, Vadik mumbled, "I know I sound crazy talking about all this emotion stuff, but this might actually work out. Not the war part, that part's still messing with me, but the instinct to step up to this so called throne..." Sighing Vadik looked around the busy camp, watching the people talk, or deliver something, or sharpen tools. It was amazing to watch, and to be in the center of. Turning to Derowynn, Vadik asked, "What do you think?"

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His wooden sword slammed against Vadik's knee, knocking him onto his side. Vadik gasped, all the air leaving his lungs, just barely rolling away from the second blow in time. On his back, Vadik kicked the heel of his boot in the captain's leg, pushing the old man backwards. Standing up, despite screaming protest from his knee, Vadik grabbed his sword on the ground, parrying a swing from Ben, the captain of the guard, and hitting him in the shoulder with the hilt of his sword. Ben smiled, stepping back, walking in a circle with Vadik. A large group had gathered around the makeshift fighting ring, cheering and whooping with every attack the two men made. Ben's style of teaching was to teach you the basics of sword fighting, then throw you right into the center of it. Vadik had now learned how to properly hold, swing, parry, and block a sword. The fight had gone on for about twenty minutes now, and Vadik was learning fast.
Ben lunged forward, swinging down onto Vadik. Vadik blocked the sword, throwing Ben off balance, then spun, swinging his wooden sword straight into Ben's lower back. The captain instantly fell to his knees, yelling "You win, you win!" Vadik quickly took multiple steps back, grinning at the loud cheers of the men. "You learn fast, good sir!" Ben stood up, laughing and smiling wide, patting Vadik on the shoulder. "I have a good teacher, but you over estimate my abilities, it was just beginners luck. Let's go again, but this time don't hold back." Ben nodded, throwing his sword to the side. "Give us the training swords, we shall have a real battle," Ben said to one of his men. Vadik dropped his wooden sword, eyes going wide when he saw what the 'training swords' were. They were real metal, and their blades were dull, but could still break skin if you were hit hard enough. Grabbing his sword, Vadiks wrist instantly flopped downwards, the weight of the sword much different from the wooden ones. The good thing about Rhindon is that it's light, and feels balanced in his hand, but these swords were damaged and seemed to have been made poorly.
Vadik and Ben fought for another 20 minutes, Vadik holding himself well, but still loosing the fight all the same. By the time dinner came around, Vadik was nursing a split and bloody nose, as well as multiple bruises on his arms and side. His knee that was hit by the wooden sword was swollen to hell, and gave him a heck of a limp. Rowen had found him trying to get to his tent, hissing and cursing with each step. "Master Nadir!" She rushed to his side, inspecting his slightly bloody face, and bad knee. "Let's get you to your tent, sire. I can heal you," Rowen said, giving Vadik a smile. Putting his arm around her, Rowen lead Vadik to the tent, laying him down on his bed. Pouring some water into a bowl, Rowen grabbed a strip of cloth, and started to wash Vadiks face. She was quiet, but Vadik could tell that she wanted to ask something. "What is it?" He asked. Rowen hesitated, but then asked, "Is Lady Derowynn refusing to help us?" Vadik frowned, but nodded a bit. "She's not exactly happy with her situation. She's too homesick to see that you guys really do need our help. It's hard to let yourself believe all that you guys are telling us, I'm still not sure myself, but the stress and impossibility of this all is too much for Dero." Rowen was quiet for a while, washing the blood off the cloth. "What makes you accept all of this so easily, for the most part?" Vadik thought for a while. "I cannot deny what I've seen. That angry centaur, Cair Paravel, the fact that one moment I was in a coffee shop, and the next it was being ripped away from me. Caspian gives me no reason not to trust his word, and I'm the type of guy that will do what he can if he sees someone in need. I don't care what you say, about me and Dero being chosen as your King and Queen, all I care about is helping your world fix itself. Even if that means fighting in a battle. I've accepted that I'm stuck here, I might as well make the most of it."

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Vadik woke up slowly, his face buried in the pillow, then he rolled onto his back, and finally opened his eyes after a few minutes. All his muscles were screaming in pain, and his nose felt blocked, like it was swollen. Groaning, and wincing, Vadik sat up, looking in the small mirror propped on a dressing table. His nose was indeed black and blue, a nasty cut on the bridge of his nose. Lifting up his night shirt Vadik could see many bruises on his ribs, like he got into a brawl. Which is exactly what he did.
Vadik put his shirt down, hearing Rowen walking into the room. She smiled to Vadik, softly grabbing his chin and lifting his face up. Inspecting his nose, Rowen frowned a little bit. "He went too harsh on you for your first time fighting. Ben should know better," Rowen mumbled. Vadik smiled, pulling Rowens hand away. "Thanks for your concern, mom, but I'll be okay." Grunting, Vadik got up, slipping on his usual daily outfit, with little help from Rowen this time. "After breakfast, we will take your measurements for armor, then you will be taught how to use Arwen, your bow," Rowen explained, like she rehearsed it. "If you'd like, between those times we can explore the surrounding woods, I can answer your questions about Narnia, and its people." Vadik smiled and nodded, slipping on his boots. "That sounds great! Mind if Derowynn comes along? Despite her reluctance to be here, she might enjoy learning about everything."
Rowen raised her eyebrow, looking confused. "Although it is not my place to ask, sir, but why do you forgive Lady Derowynn so easily? She yelled at you, called you crazy, in front of all your subjects. If someone did that to King Caspian, they would be locked up." Vadik shrugged a little. "There's two ways I can handle what happened yesterday. I can completely ignore Derowynn, and pretend she doesn't exist, or I can get over it, and forgive her for blowing up. Trust me, a few days ago I would have blown up just like her because I was so stressed out, but now my questions are finally being answered. I just hope Derowynn will relax once she actually understands." Rowen tilted her head a little bit as she listened, nodding at the end like she understood. "Let's go to breakfast, then I will show you to the armory to get your measurements."
At the dinning tent, Vadik saw Derowynn was already there. He smiled to her, sitting next to her. "Me and Rowen are going for a walk after a few things, before lunch. We wanted to know if you'd like to come. We could actually learn about these people, hear their history. I thought it'd be fun," Vadik smiled wide. "Think about it. If you wish to come, meet us here in a hour and a half." Vadik started to eat his food, talking with Caspian who was explaining one of the weirdest journeys Vadik has ever heard. He was on a ship with Edmund, Lucy, and their cousin. The cousin was turned into a dragon, and they had to fight a giant sea monster in evil mist, all because they needed to get magical swords to wake up some important people. It was all very bazar, but it was a great book idea.
After breakfast, Rowen lead Vadik to a large tent, a stocky man writing something down with charcoal and parchment. It looked like inventory. When the man saw Vadik, he instantly bowed. "My lord! How great to see you! I assume you are here to be measured!" Vadik nodded, smiling. "Fantastic! Step on this pedestal, and I will measure you!" The measuring took about thirty minutes, and the decision on what to make the armor look like took another hour, seeing as Vadik had no idea what the names of the styles were. When they were finished, Rowen and Vadik made there way back to the dinning tent to see if Derowynn actually wanted to go with them on their informational nature walk.

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Vadik grinned hearing that Dero was coming with they. Just a few moments earlier Rowen and Vadik were playfully bantering whether or not she was actually coming. Vadik had one that small 'fight'. "Perfect! Let's go then," Vadik grinned. He had switched Rhindon from his side to his back, wearing a simple leather belt to keep the leather tunic down. "Lady Derowynn, if you will follow us, I can tell you a little bit of information on Narnia." Walking around the rather massive camp, Rowen started off with the story of the kings and queens, piecing together all the little stories that the two had heard through out their stay. When Rowen was finished, Vadik asked, "But how did Narnia come to be?" Rowen shook her head. "I don't know. Nobody does, but I do know the story of two children, son of Adam, Daughter of Eve, who found this place using magic rings." The story instantly caught Vadiks attention.
"Their names were Digory and Polly. Digory had a uncle named Andrew, who was a scientist, although they called them magicians back in those days. Andrew found out how to create rings that took you to a world full of openings to different realms. The tricky part about the rings, however, is that one ring brought you there, while the other brought you back. Polly, tricked by Uncle Andrew, was only given a ring that took you to the realm world. Digory had to follow her with two returning rings. However, they did not come back right away. They went into the world pools, exploring the different areas. That's how they found Jadis, the White Witch. She was from a world ruled by cruel women, herself being just as ruthless and power hungry. She chased Digory and Polly, following them out of her world, and into theirs. For a while she caused havoc, until they got her back to the realm world, the world of pools. There they fought their way into Narnia. Jadis had heard of a tree that bore golden apples, which gave you strength and knowledge. The fruit, however, was forbidden, cursing you with a curse that is long forgotten. She became sick, fleeing out of sight for a very long time. Meanwhile, Digory and Polly met Aslan for the first time, learning of who he was. Digory and Polly went back to their lives, but at one point Digory went back to Narnia, cutting down the magical tree of forbidden fruit, and making it into a wardrobe."
Vadik was silent for a long time, his head spinning from all the information. "So... That wardrobe is how the four siblings got here?" Rowen nodded. "And the reason Aslan has not been here for so long, is because he's tending to his other worlds." Rowen nodded again, smiling at the fact that Vadik understood it all so quickly. Vadik looked to Derowynn, grinning a bit. "So where is the wardrobe now?" Rowen frowned sadly. "It was destroyed in a house fire they say, destroying the connection between your world and ours." Vadik frowned a bit, nodding. "So is this Dark Wizard guy from another world, and he's just wanting to take over?" Rowen shook her head. "No. Aborjan was once a human man. He started to learn magic, not wanting to be just an ordinary man. Soon he became one of the strongest wizards to date. He'll kill without thought, and his followers will kill just as easily. Aborjan's only weakness is his obsession with immortality. Death is considered a weakness to him, so he has split his soul into 5 small trinkets, which he has hidden through out Narnia."

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"Do you think we haven't tried that? We sent a representative to ask Aborjan for peace, but when the messenger came back, it was only his head that came. Aborjan is no man, he's a blood thirsty monster that has a intense hatred, that's only fueled by the evil demons he's summoned to help him. There's no way in hell that beast of a wizard will ever listen to reason. He just loves to see the world burn under his command," Rowen spoke angrily, having stopped walking. She was about to go on, say more, but one stern look from Vadik saying 'that's enough', and she stopped. "What Rowen is trying to say, is that Aborjan isn't right in the head. No man, who kills for gain and pleasure, is right in the head. Some do it for religion, others do it for pride or power, either way we did not ask for this war, but we will end it. Men are stubborn, and some are stubborn enough they'll kill anyone who disagrees with them. Like terrorists, they believe that their religion is supreme, and anyone who doesn't follow it is a threat to society. Aborjan thinks men are a threat to his fucked up utopia, so he'll willingly kill anyone who gets in his way."
Rowen looked down at her feet before continuing on walking. The rest of the walk Rowen just showed them around camp, pointing out certain things like commanding officers tents, and the make shift practice arena that Vadik fought Ben in. Rowen then showed the two back to their tents, saying that Vadik had to get ready for shooting lessons with Ben. Walking back to Vadiks tent, Rowen paused outside of it. "Do you think I was too harsh?"
Vadik smiled and shrugged. "Well it defiantly could of been taken like you were angry. Maybe you should clear it up with Dero, tell her that you were just passionate about the topic." Rowen nodded, then gave Vadik a small bow. Vadik went into his tent, grabbed Arwen, and left for the bow range.
Ben was already there when Vadik got there. There was a small section of targets that were set aside for Vadik. This time around, Ben first showed Vadik how to hold the bow, and aim, then showed him the logic of wind and distance. Giving Vadik some arrows, Ben gave him pointers, telling him to first pull the string back multiple times to get use to the movement and tension. Next Vadik tried holding a arrow in the bow, pulling the string back. He dropped the arrow multiple times, the tip either slipping off his finger, or he let go of the back on accident. It took a while for him to get use to the movement of pulling it back and locking his arm in, all while keeping the arrow in the bow. After finally getting the hang of it, he worked on aiming. It was awful at first, shooting straight past the target and hitting a tree instead. "I meant to do that," Vadik said a few times, making Ben laugh hysterically. By the time supper rolled around, Vadik could hit his mark almost every time, sometimes forgetting to factor in the wind. Ben and Vadik talked and laughed as they walked into the dinning tent, Ben patting Vadik on the back. "Tomorrow we'll work on hand to hand combat, and then we'll work more on your swinging arm," Ben said with a grin, walking away to find his buddies.

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Vadik was laughing next to Caspian, who was telling jokes and funny stories about Dakari. The two kings were getting along quite well, now that they had reached a common goal. It was almost like Vadik was Caspians second son. After finishing his food, Vadik sought out Rowen, who was sitting at a servants table, a few other guards sitting with the group. Almost the entire table went silent upon seeing Vadik walk up to them. Awkwardly, Vadik sat down next to Rowen, who instantly welcomed him into the group by passing him a fresh pint of blueberry juice. Soon the table returned to their normal conversations, Vadik joining in happily. He didn't notice anything wrong until Rowen pointed something out to him.
"Derowynn looks very... Deep in thought," Rowen said, looking over her shoulder. Vadik raised an eyebrow, looking back at Dero, who was silently sitting next to Dakari. Her eyes were glazed over, and she wasn't eating anything, just pushing her food around. Vadik's eyebrows furrowed, looking back at Rowen. "Maybe she's thinking of home?" Caspian shrugged. Rowen frowned, not satisfied with Vadik's guess, shaking her head and looking back at her friends. Another hour passed, Vadik noticing Dero had gotten up, and was starting to walk out of the tent. Swiftly he got up, now starting to worry about her. He grabbed her hand gently, causing her to jump. "Hey, are you okay? You look like you're lost... You've barely touched your food." Derowynn didn't say anything. She just stared right through Vadik, nodding absentmindedly before walking away. Vadik watched her go, deeply confused. Shrugging it off, Vadik went back to Rowen, taking a large gulp of the wine she was drinking.
When Vadik woke up, well past midnight, it was to the sound of screaming, swords clashing together, and Rowen yelling at him to get up. Vadik snapped out of his dazed state, looking at the terrified Rowen. "We're being attacked! Aborjan is here!" Vadik bolted up, grabbing his sword, he slung it over his back while grabbing Arwen and its quiver, tying it to a belt he put over his white night shirt. Rowen threw his boots at him, yelling at him to hurry up. Tugging his boots on, Vadik left the tent first, sword drawn, luckily. The first non-human thing that saw him lunged at him. Vadik blocked the mans swing, kicking his legs- goat legs -out from under him. Adrenaline took over, Vadik thoughtlessly stabbing his sword into the satyrs chest. The sound of the sword piercing the chest plate, then flesh, then the ground, rang in Vadik's ears.
The world slowed down as the dying magical creature spit up blood under him. The creature looked scared and angry, like he hated Vadik, but didn't want to fight. It was Rowen who snapped Vadik out of his daze, shoving him forward, yelling at him to get a move on. Ripping Rhindon out from the dead Satyrs chest, Vadik grabbed Rowens hand and sprinted away from his tent. "We need to find Derowynn, then Caspian!" Rowen yelled. Vadik, agreeing, swerved between burning tents, and fighting men. He didn't strike anyone down again, just parrying the blows and running past them.
Getting to Dero's tent, Vadik slid to a stop. The entire thing was ablaze, starting to cave in on itself. Thoughtlessly Vadik let go of Rowen, dashing through the burning doorway. Smoke assaulted his eyes and lungs, making him cough and his eyes water. "Derowynn?!" Vadik called out, finding a person lying on the floor. It was one of the maids, Vadik didn't know which one, but she didn't serve Dero. She didn't look dead, but she wasn't responding to Vadik shaking her. Picking her up, Vadik sprinted back out of the tent, almost getting run over by a bellowing bull man. Vadik set the maid down, looking to Rowen who rushed to his side. "We can't wait and save her, we need to find Derowynn!" She pulled Vadik way as he tried to do CPR, but gave up quickly as Rowen dragged him. Grabbing Rhindon off the ground, Vadik followed Rowen, going through the ciaos, yelling Dero's name. They managed to run to the center of the camp, freezing at what they saw. Derowynn, Caspian, and Dakari tied up. A hideous man holding Caspian by the hair, Edmunds sword in his hand, raised. "Bow down to me, Caspian, and I will spare you and your people!" The voice was as cold as ice, and made Vadik shiver. Caspian struggled out of the mans loose grip, standing up, tall and dignified. "I will not bow before a false king!" Caspian said, loud and proud. "Father no!" Dakari yelled, earning a punch from the bat-like man holding him. "I know who my king is, Aborjan, and that's Vadik Nadir, the true King of Narnia!" Aborjan stared at Caspian, almost looking at him with sadness. "So be it."
In one swift movement, the sword was sticking out of Caspians back, blood glittering on it. Dakari was screaming, Dero was staring, and Rowen had fallen to her knees, looking hopelessly at Caspian. The old king looked back at Vadik, giving him a bloody smile. In slow motion the old man fell gracefully to his side, hitting the grass softly in his armor. Vadik stared at the scene in front of him silently. His eyes met the snake-like ones of Aborjan, Vadiks breath slowly coming back to him. Slowly he put Rhindon in the sheath on his back. In one quick movement a arrow as being drawn back in Arwen. Letting the arrow fly, it passed right through where Aborjan was standing, a cloud of black mist the only thing left. He, the sword, and his followers were all gone in an instant. Dakari ran to his father, Rowen got up and did the same, going to the fallen king. Vadik stood there, staring straight at Dero.

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When Vadik saw the real sword, he wanted to kiss Derowynn. He jumped and whooped for joy realizing they still had their leg up in the war. The Cordial that was once Queen Lucy's also made him cheer. Dakari, who heard the cheering came over, confused and mourning. "Why are you so happy?" He asked, but froze seeing the bright red liquid in the bottle. "That's brilliant!" Now Dakari was jumping up and down. "Girls, go and gather all the dead and wounded, we're going to go save the king. Derowynn, with me," Vadik ordered people around, grabbing Dero's hand and running off to where Caspian still lay, on his back, arms crossed over his chest, and eyes closed. Vadik dropped to the kings side, opening his mouth for Derowynn.
Opening the little bottle, Dero poured in just a drop, quickly pulling the bottle away. At first nothing happened, but then Caspian started to cough and sputter, the large wound in his chest visibly closing into a scar. Caspian looked between the two of them, eyes wide and full of confusion. "How am I still alive?" Vadik grinned wide, and told him all that happened in the 10 minutes that he was dead. Caspian laughed, slowly sitting himself up and smiling his normal smile. "Leave it up to the two foreigners to find out how to save me," Caspian patted both Dero and Vadik on the back, standing up with their help. "That's not all. We still have the sword and dagger, Aborjan doesn't have them." Caspian looked thrilled, but he didn't jump and cry out in excitement like Vadik and Dakari did. He looked tired, so Vadik let him go back to his tent to sleep. "I'm sorry I doubted you, Derowynn. I just thought that because you wanted to go home quickly, that you would do anything to get you there," Vadik frowned, looking down at his feet like a scolded school boy.
Rowen appeared next to Derowynn, having taken the sword to a safe place, smiled at the two. "How did you switch the swords out?" Rowen asked, tilting her head a little to the side. "That sword is the original, it has Aslans mark on it, did you have another one made or something?" Vadik thought about it, too. "You know... The sword is rather simple, so it would be easy to find one that looked like it... That and I don't think Aborjan has ever seen the real sword in his life," Vadik thought allowed, looking to Dero for confirmation.

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Rowen sat there awkwardly, while Vadik scooted over to Dero and hugged her tightly. Rowen frowned at Derowynns pleas, looking at her with pity. "I am sorry, Lady Derowynn... There is nothing I can do. Aslan is gone, and only he knows the way home." Vadik softly pet Dero's hair, absentmindedly rocking side to side. Once Derowynn calmed down, Vadik moved away, giving her a small smile. "Dero, you're strong, you've lived in a dumpster before, you've risked traveling all over the place. There's no reason to be scared, you've got an entire army protecting you, and I promise I will do everything in my power to get us back home. You're not alone in this, we just need a little patients." Rowen watched Vadik as he gave Dero a little pep talk, silently studying his face. She nearly jumped 10 feet in the air when Dakari sat down next to her. Dakari apologized while Vadik laughed at his servant.
Dakari handed Derowynn the Cordial back, giving her a kind smile upon seeing her tear stained face. "Thanks to you, there are no casualties, or injuries. Everyone is safe and sound. We're going to be moving our camp in the morning, seeing whos tents have been destroyed, and what supplies we need to restock." Vadik stood up, brushing the dirt from the back of his pants. "Rowen, get an extra bed for Dero, she'll sleep in my tent tonight, just so she's comfortable." Rowen nodded, standing up as well. Vadik and Dakari picked up Derowynn, standing her carefully on her feet. Vadik walked her to his tent, arm around her shoulders just incase she got another wave of emotions. "I miss home too, Derowynn... Every once in a while I can feel myself loosing my temper, wanting to yell at Ben for pushing me too hard, or to Caspian for smiling and pretending like we are life long friends. I let the anger and worry have five minutes, and then I think of how many people we're saving by being here, fighting for them. I also know that the harder we try, the faster we will be able to go home."
Vadik reached his tent, the extra bed already put across the floor from his. Setting Derowynn on the bed, he sat on his, removing his boots, but keeping Rhindon close to him. "Try and get some sleep. I'm going to stay up, and watch, make sure no one attacks us again," Vadik gave Dero a small smile, leaning against the head board of his bed he watched the tent door, listening to Derowynns breathing getting slower and slower.
When morning arrived, Rowen came into the tent, saying that they will be skipping breakfast, and moving multiple miles to the west. Vadik got dressed, strapping Rhindon to his back, and putting Arwen over his shoulder. He helped take down tents, and take inventory of certain foods, occasionally seeing Rowen or Dero while he went from task to task. By noon they were walking through the thick woods, Caspian on a horse in front, while Dero and Vadik mingled around, Rowen staying close to the two. Vadik and Derowynn were offered horses to ride, but Vadik refused, saying he had no idea how to ride a horse, and that he'd rather be on the same level as Rowen, so he could easily converse with her. The last part made many people laugh, thinking he was telling a joke, but stopped when they realized he was serious. For most of the day they walked, stopping only to eat a light lunch of bread, fruit, and cheese.
The new camp site they chose was on a very tall hill, still surrounded by a forest, but now with a waterfall going into a large pool. Many people instantly jumped into the cool water, splashing around and being loud. Vadik, after taking a short break to watch the swimming men, started to help set up tents and rooms in the tents, having to overcome many obstacles. When they were finally finished for the day, Vadik was about ready to fall asleep while eating his dinner. Multiple times his head almost landed in his plate of chicken, having partially dozed off. After a hour of fighting to stay awake, Vadik excused himself, getting up and going to bed.

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Vadik woke up early that morning, but didn't roll out of bed until Rowen came in a few hours later to wake him up. Vadik smiled at her surprise to see him already wide awake, which caused her to blush a little. "Derowynn seems to like to be a match maker," Rowen mumbled after a few minutes of silence. Vadik looked up, confused. "What do you mean?" Rowen continued, "She thinks she saw me giving you lustful looks last night, so she confronted me, telling me to tell you that I love you." Rowen was as red as a tomato, and upon seeing Vadik continuing to give her a weird look, she quickly added, "Of course I don't love you like that, don't think I'd actually love you, but I wanted to tell you that before Derowynn goes around putting it in your head."
Vadik stared at Rowen, his eyebrow raised a little bit, a smile slowly tugging at his lips. "Well I don't know, you telling me this seems a awful lot like you confessing your feelings to me," Vadik secretly teased. Rowen, who had been looking everywhere but at Vadik, suddenly looked straight at him. "I just told you I do not!" Vadik was trying his best not to laugh. "Yeah, but I'm thinking you're trying to use Derowynn as an excuse to use reverse psychology on me." Rowen gave an annoyed huff. "I don't even know what that means, reverse psycolologoly, but I can tell you I am not, and I meant what I said that I am not infatuated with you, no matter what anyone says, and I would like it if you stopped laughing! What is so funny?!" By now Vadik couldn't stop holding his laughter in. He fell back onto his bed, holding his sides as he laughed hysterically. Rowen started to hit him with a pillow, ordering him to stop, only making Vadik laugh more. "I'm just teasing you, Ro, don't get so up at arms about it!" Vadik said through his laughter. This only made Rowen hit him more.
When Vadik and Rowen finally did get their act together and leave the tent breakfast had already started. Rowen went straight to her table, trying not to look too much like a tomato, while Vadik went to Derowynn, a sly smile on his face. He told her about what Rowen said, and how he decided to mess with her. By the disapproving look on Dero's face, he could tell she was being serious with what she told Rowen. "I know you were trying to help her out, but even if Rowen was in love with someone, she's probably be the last person to realize it after everyone else has figured it out." Vadik chuckled a bit, digging into his breakfast happily.
In the middle of his dining, however, he noticed Ro get up and walk out of the tent, three hungry looking soldiers snickering and following her out a few seconds later. Vadik dropped his fork, a sick feeling creeping into his stomach. Getting up fast, he left the tent, forgetting to bring Rhindon with him. He followed the group of men, who followed Rowen. However, with all the winding turns in the camp, Vadik lost them for a minute or two before finding them. They were at the pool. "-Just a little dip!" One of the men was saying. Rowen looked terrified, shaking her head, "I don't know how to swim, just leave me alone." She tried to push past the men, but they pushed her back. She stumbled, and fell into the water. Vadiks instincts went into over drive. He sprinted at the men, yelling "Hey, you fucks!" The men turned angrily at him. Vadik tried to push past them to get to Rowen, who was splashing around and struggling in the water, but one of the men push him back, and tried to hit him.
Vadik dodged out of the way, kicking his foot out, and hitting the side of the mans knee. The second one and third one came at him at once, fists raised. Vadik side stepped the larger of the two, but the small weasely one turned fast, and clocked him in the jaw. Vadik stumbled, glaring at the man who hit him. He charged again, bending low, he picked up the man and threw him at the bigger one, knocking both of them down. Rowen had now stopped struggling, and could be seen sinking deeper into the pool. Vadik tried to go back after her, but the man that Vadik had kicked in the knee was back up, and grabbed the back of his shirt. Vadik lashed out, throwing his elbow back and hitting the man in the temple. He dropped heavily, knocked out. The bigger man charged him once again, and once again Vadik dodged him, tripping him. The weasel started to throw punches, so Vadik kicked his knee in, breaking it. The man fell onto his good knee, screaming. Vadik punched him, hard, knocking him out, too. The big man stared at him in fear, crawling away quickly.
Vadik didn't waist anymore time, he dove into the water, boots and all, searching for Rowen. Her lifeless body lay at the deepest part of the pool, her eyes still open, from what Vadik could tell in the blurry water. Quickly grabbing her waist, Vadik kicked off from the bottom, breaking the surface seconds later. He gasped for breath, putting Rowens head above water. By now people had heard the loud noise of the fight, and had come to investigate. They all stared as Vadik pulled Rowen out of the water, and checked for a pulse. There was none. Cursing, Vadik started to do compressions, blinking the water out of his eyes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Vadik was panicking, but he didn't stop compressions, only taking a break to breath air into her mouth. Everyone stood around him, whispering. Vadik kept doing this for a good five minutes, which felt like thirty. Right when he was about to give up, blowing air into Rowens lungs again, she started to cough and move. Vadik drew back, looking down at Ro as she threw up, amazed. Rowen looked up at him, the cheers in the crowed deafening. Many emotions crossed Rowens face before she quickly sat up and hugged Vadik tightly. "I heard your voice when I fell into the water," Rowen was crying now, shaking, "I thought I was dreaming, thinking 'no way he would be here', but here you are..." Vadik didn't say anything. He just silently picked her up, and took her to her tent to rest.

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Rowen gave Derowynn a weak smile, nodding her head to say she was okay. Vadik wouldn't let her walk on her own, and insisted that she lay down for the rest of the day. Caspian came forward, looking enraged. "What is the meaning of this?!" Vadik stopped walking, glaring at him. He gave Rowen to Derowynn before saying, "Your men almost killed Rowen because they couldn't keep their dick in their pants!" Vadik was taller then Caspian, giving him the advantage of looking down angrily at him. "I understand that part, but why did you have to break ones leg and give them major head injuries?! We need these men to fight Aborjan!" Vadik quickly lost his temper. "I see how you treat your criminals now, Caspian. You stand up for them when they were the wrong doers. I went to go save Rowen and they attacked me! I merely acted in self defense, they were the ones who insisted on stopping me! Do not forget that I am on your side, sir. I know Aborjan is at large, but just because we have to spare every soldier we can, does not mean we should let murderers go."
Caspian glared up at Vadik. "I don't agree with your method of punishment," He growled. "And I don't agree with your lack of method," Vadik retorted. Rowen quickly stood between the men. "Caspian, just because Vadik hurt your favorite soldier does not mean you get to try and beat him into submission. Do you forget who he is?" Caspian looked at Rowen, who was still soaking wet, and shaking. His anger slowly melted away, taking a step back. "I am sorry... I was biased and let my anger get the best of me..." Vadik crossed his arms, but nodded, accepting Caspians apology. "Tend to their wounds, but have them locked away for a few days." Caspian nodded, and walked away. Dakari walked up to the group, having been watching from the sidelines. "I would of done exactly what you did, Vadik. My father is just pissy because he's seeing his favorite soldier actually get caught in his dirty deeds."
Vadik turned, and helped Rowen back into her tent, asking Dero to help him.
Once Rowen was changed, thanks to Derowynn, and comfortable in bed, Vadik walked to where he knew they had a 'prison'. It really was just a large wagon with a cage on the back, but it worked all the same. As requested, the three men were patched up and put in there, but there was also the maid from the other day, that tried to get Aborjan the sword. Vadik ignored her, looking to the men. "You'll stay here for three days, then we'll let you out. If I find out that you three have been getting into any more trouble, I won't hesitate to run my sword through your spine." The small weasel sneered at him. "When Caspian finds out-" He was cut off by Vadik slamming his hand against the cage, and growling, "He has already found out, you idiot! You might be his favorite soldier, but you tried to kill my favorite servant, and I don't know if you can tell, but my word is higher then his. So try and threaten me again. I dare you." Vadik glared into the mans eyes, not looking away until the soldier did. Nodding, Vadik backed away. "I will see you all in three days."
Vadik walked away, disliking the fact that he had to throw around his power, but glad he made a point. On his way to Ben, Vadik ran into Caspian, who stopped him. "I am sorry I acted the way I did. This was is just messing with my head, and Victor has never been as bad as this. It was hard to watch your favorite soldier being called on his bullshit." Vadik smiled, patting Caspian on the soldier. "If my child was being called out for something I never though him capable of doing, I'd be mad as well. I didn't mean to get into your face, it's just that Rowen was dead... I was scared, and I let it out on you. Let's just shake hands, and promise not to get into a power struggle. We work together in this, don't let three soldiers and a drowned girl get in the way of our friendship." Caspian smiled, shaking Vadiks hand tightly. "I can shake to that."