First Meet(Caspian)

[Syria De'more]

Syria stumbled along the path heading to the stone table. With the recent events in her mind, she had a lot to think about. She had not met the two royals yet. But she had have an enjoyable reunion with Peter a few hours ago. She kept clear of Queen Susan and King Caspian. Syria wasn't sure if they would like her or hate her. More likely hate her, since she had worked with Caspian's cousin. The corners of her mouth turned and she let out a snarl at the mere thought. Syria was getting to be her old self since she was away from Lamont, but only just.

She tugged at the corner of her skirts, tumbling on the ground, in front of the stone table. Ow, she thought as she slowly rose. She slowly approached the table, lost in thought. Syria ran a warm hand over the table, knowing the story of how it came to be. She had heard the story from one of Lamont's men and from Peter himself. I suppose it won't hurt...she thought as she jumped to sit on the table, wincing at how cold it gotten. It grew warm in a short amount of time. She wrapped her arms around herself, not thinking of balance, and falling off. Ugh! she thought to herself, slowly getting to her feet. I am not having one of the best days...

[King Caspian X]

Caspian was, yet again, praying at the table. Actually, he was sleeping next to it. He had been praying for six hours last night, and had fallen asleep there. Tears were dried on his face, and he jumped up when he heard someone fall. He scrambled to his feet and reached for his sword. "Who's there?" he called, his eyes still blurry. It isn't Susan, if that's what you were thinking. something said in his mind, and more tears only flowed from his eyes.

The King was dressed in a white shirt with long sleeves, and a warm cape was draped over his shoulders and fastend under his neck. His sword was in his good hand, his wounded arm held close to his body in a sling. His boots were wet from the grass and morning dew, as were the knees of his black pants.

[Syria De'more]

Syria jumped slightly at the sound of another person. She had thought she was alone. She slowly walked towards the voice, noticing that it was a full grown man, and....was she imaging things or was he crying? "Its Syria," she said softly, now inches away from the man. She pushed away a few strands of blonde hair from her eyes. Her sky blue eyes were wide with surprise. She bit her lip, and knelt beside him. "Are you okay?" she kept her voice soft.

[King Caspian X]

He sheathed his sword when he realized it was just a girl. "Welcome to Narnia, Syria." he said. Caspian bowed slightly, and then stood again. "I am Caspian." told her. "And yes, I am fine. But I worry about Susan." he admitted. The King tried to dry his eyes, but couldn't as images of Susan being tortured entered his mind. Tears flowed slowly, one by one. He wiped at them with his sleeve and hopped onto the steps of the Stone Table. "Have all of the others been freed?" he asked. He was sure that someone had told him once, probably months ago, when the mission was sent to rescue them. But Caspian couldn't think straight anymore. Couldn't remember things. All that he could think about was Susan.

[Syria De'more]

Syria curtised to Caspian, almost falling over. She managed to catch herself, wandering if what Lamont told her long before was right. It was her nature to be clumsy, not that she could help herself with that anyways. "A pleasure Caspian..sir," she stammered. Her ears pricked forward. "Peter's older sister?" she inquired, wandering if she had gotten the ages right with his siblings. She frowned. "I don't know to be honest sir. I think I may be the only one. But I might be wrong though,"

[King Caspian X]

"His younger sister." Caspian said. "She was taken, last night. The Devil came, and took her." His fist clenched. "She is my wife, and he took her from me." Caspian's tears stopped. He wanted to do nothing more now than slit the throat of his cousin again and again, knowing that he would live though it all and meet the pain each time, over and over. By the time Caspian was done with him, the boy would look more fish than human. But he knew that he couldn't do that. Not with his wrist like this. Not without Susan beside him. "You know the one I'm talking about." Caspian said. "He's probably caused everyone trouble. Probably even you."

[Syria De'more]

Syria felt her hands going to cover her mouth. She slowly lowered them, trembling as she nodded. "I didn't realize-" she stopped there, about to say that she didn't realize that Lamont was THAT evil. Had she seen enough evilness in him? "No, thats the worse he did to anyone," she murmured, tugging on a strand of her hair while thinking. Her eyes were like ice now. "The worst he can ever do is prey..." she stopped to compose herself then went on. "Is to take advantage of someone's weakness, since both of their parents had died in the war, by telling all the good things about narnia and lying...." she stopped there, not realizing that tears flowed down her face as she was talking about herself.

[King Caspian X]

Caspian listened. "What has he done to you?" he asked when she stopped. He was silently taking notes of everything Lamont had done to every Narnian and Talmarine, so that one day -one sweet day, he would make his cousin pay for each crime that he had done. But to harm a child... it was one of the most trecherous deeds that he could commit. And he had done it twice, no -three times, already. Four even. He had killed the two children before even their birth, he had killed little Galen, and he had done something to the rescued teenager.

[Syria De'more]

Syria took a deep breath, this time studying herself. "I was born in England where the Pevensies were. It was a dreadful time for me. There was a war going on between numerous countries fighting each other. The second world war. Both my parents died fighting in the war. I was left to raise in the orphange until Lamont came along. He told me about Narnia and how wonderful it was. I actually believed his story that I went with him, seeing as how I have nothing left back in England. But one thing lead to another and the next thing I knew I was a slave..."

[King Caspian X]

Caspian didn't like the way that sounded. Lamont was always ruining peoples lives. "I'm sorry to hear about your parents." he said to the girl. He knew of the war from what Susan and her father had told him, but he didn't think that he could bare living there. A war between to kingdoms was one thing, or even smaller, a kingdom and an evil force. But he couldn't imagine the entire world fighting. "How did he treat you and the other slaves? Did we rescue all of them?" Caspian asked her. He was trying to find out more about how Susan might be being treated right now, as they spoke. He wondered if she was thinking about him as much as he was thinking about her...

[Syria De'more]

The corners of her mouth twitched into a sad smile. Her eyes glittered with fresh tears. "I didn't really know them that well," she replied, her voice was soft as she looked away. "I was only a baby when they died, not old enough to have memories yet," she shrugged and sadness clouded her features again. She frowned. "The other slaves he treated somewhat well. He was cruel to all of them. But he was the most cruelest to me." Syria shrugged again. "I don't know to be honest."

[King Caspian X]

Caspian felt tears stream down his face. "What did he do?" asked the King. He had to know. He wanted to know. Surely Lamont would treat Susan better than a slave, but he had to know for sure. Lamont had done things that Caspian would have never suspected. It wouldn't suprise him if he treated his wife worse than a slave. Either way, he still had to know. "Please." he asked again. "My wife is with him."

[Syria De'more]

Syria paused, her heart already breaking at the thought of how much pain Lamont was causing him. He was really the devil himself. She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It varies with his feelings and moods," she told him, her voice soft. "Some are treated almost like queens. I'm sure that your wife is alright with him. He might have strong feelings for her and it is those feelings that is keeping him from treating her so badly,"

[King Caspian X]

"Thank you." he said. "I hope that you're right." Caspian let his tears fall. Susan was going to be okay, hopefully. What the girl said was the first good news that he had heard since his lover had been stolen from him. "Where might he let her stay?" Caspian asked. "Is there a room that she might have? Where is Lamont's home?" he asked. He needed all the information that he could get.

[Syria De'more]

"I may not be right on somethings," Syria spoke softly while carefully wipping away his tears. "But I know I am right about this one," the young girl frowned in thought. "Not that I know of," she replied at last. "He's secretive. He doesn't mention anything though." Syria gave him directions to his home. After a slight pause, she added quietly, "I am coming with you. Nothing will make me feel better than to see him hurt,"