Peter PoV

Seeing everyone's dumbstruck faces i looked down. The knife wound wasn't closing up. I looked about, searching for the knife its self. It lay on the Stone Table, covered in blood. With a flash of recognition i realised where Lucy had seen it. It was the knife, embedded with magical properties; none of them good, the white witch had used to kill Aslan all those years ago. I picked it up and held it up for everyone to see. "Su, Lucy, it's the same knife the witch used to kill Aslan on this very Table". They looked at me their faces filled with horror. We could do little but clean the blade and bandage the gaping wound in Caspian's chest. They moved the prince to his chamber just off the main entrance of the How. We placed narnians on guard 24/7 fearful of another attempt on Caspian's life.

Caspian PoV

I felt the pain in my chest reach a harrowing peak. Someone grasped the hilt of the knife. I stiffened, expecting more pain. I could feel people holding me down. Suddenly i felt someone pull on the knife. The worst pain i had ever felt surged through me, screams were ripped out of me; torn away by the knife. I could feel it slowly coming out, it hurt. So much. After what felt like an eternity it came free. I collapsed back on to whatever they had placed me on. I could feel blood running down my chest and off to one side. My body felt light, almost like i was floating, i was drifting away. I felt dimly someone open my mouth and pour a delicious substance down my throat. The crossbow wound healed quickly. The one over my heart pulsed with an unnatural energy. A face flashed in front of me. Her cold featured glared at me. It was the White Witch. With an ear-splitting shriek her face vanished. It was replaced by the golden face of a Lion. It was Aslan. He regarded me quietly, his eyes staring into my own. I could not move, but i could speak; "great Lion, i am in great need of advice; i don't know how to fight this darkness about me. I am afraid to die", my voice broke at the end. I couldn't imagine dying; leaving everyone behind, at the mercy of my uncle. Leaving Susan, the mere thought hurt me. Aslan continued to look at me, his gaze seeming to see into my soul, His eyes were full of understanding. "Caspian, death is only the beginning. It is your decision as to whether or not you move on." His voice inspired me and filled me with courage, "I don't know how to fight," my voice shook as i all but begged for help. "Caspian if you were any stronger and more protective of those you love, you would be a wolf." His voice calmed me and helped me to think. I was aware of voices in the distance, they were talking about me. Aslan moved closer to me, when He was beside me he touched my forehead with his own. His sweet breath washed over me, it make me feel stronger. "There, i have purged your body of the Dark magic that the knife has contained. Caspian, you must go back to your friends. They need you. Now more than ever." His eyes sparkled with mischief, "And i am sure Queen Susan will miss you." His laugh faded into the distance. I could feel the darkness receding. I struggled to open my eyes. A white light filled my vision, i blinked owlishly, and the light went. I was in my bed and Susan was sat by me. Her hand holding mine.