The Beginning

Peter blinked, or at least tried to. He was … somewhere much darker than his room should have been in the middle of the day. He'd gotten in the habit of sneaking back to the dormitory during meals, but he'd only just stepped through the door when everything went dark. Every muscle tensed and he tried to will his eyes to adjust. He couldn't hear, couldn't see -- he was afraid that if he tried to move, he might not be able to do that either. Time seemed to freeze, then twist, and then suddenly shift and Peter stumbled forward onto uneven ground.

He had to hold up a hand to block the sun. Birds were chirping, leaves were rustling; it was a forest -- a Narnian forest. He turned in a slow circle. "Caspian?" Peter called out hesitantly.

He saw the horse first, then Caspian, kneeling on the ground next to her. As Peter approached, Caspian opened his eyes. "Peter!" he said happily. He pushed himself to his feet and they grabbed forearms before embracing. Peter laughed.

"It worked."