[A] The Winds of Change are Coming [Finished]

Caspian ran his hand through his messy brown hair, uncertain about the whole affair. The two in the distance kept up their squabbling and he wanted to cease it, wanted there to be peace among his army. If they could not handle themselves at camp, how could they handle themselves out on the field when the enemy drew near? It was a unnerving dilemma ? he had never led an army before and he was tired, tired and frustrated. While he was doing his best to hide it ? and he was certain none but the most observant could catch his feelings? at least, that was his hope ? it was still wearing at him.

Immensely startled by the firm, but high pitched voice that addressed him ? quite out of nowhere actually ? Caspian looked around and his gaze finally settled on the small creature before him. Granted, Reepicheep was much larger than any mouse he had even seen before escaping from Miraz?s castle ? the mouse very nearly reached his knees. Still, compared to a good majority of the others in his army, Reepicheep was small. What the mouse lacked in size though, he certainly made up for in bravery and confidence. He would never wish to be on Reepicheep?s bad side and he was certainly glad that the mouse was fighting for Aslan and not for Telmar.

?It is best to merely let tem settle their arguments, sire,? the mouse said, obviously taking note of Caspian?s frustration. ?If you do not let them settle their differences now, then they will carry it with them onto the battlefield. And that is never a good thing.?

?You speak wisely, Reepicheep,? Caspian said slowly. He knew the mouse was right, though it was difficult to watch the arguing without feeling a little cross about it. This was a war? the outcome of this war would have a significant impact on the future of Narnia. And all they could do was argue? But then, it wasn?t as though they really had anything else to do. Maybe he was just missing the days where he had nothing better to do, when he could wander around with a book or sit outside and look at the stars. That day, when Dr. Cornelius had told him they were going to venture up into the tallest tower late at night to see the phenomenon in the sky? that had been the last normal day that he had had. Sometimes he missed not knowing what was going on. Still, he knew this was where he was supposed to be. Suddenly the arguing didn?t seem quite so unbearable anymore ? though it was still annoying.

?Yes, yes, Reepicheep, Aslan will send help. I know that, really.? He turned to Crest then and smiled slightly at the majestic horse. ?Of course, friends. Having strength, having faith is easier said than done but it is a choice. Thank you.? Crest had suggested a walk, a change of scenery. This did sound wonderful and nodded. ?You are both wise creatures; you Crest, and Reepicheep you also. I thank Aslan for your loyalty and devotion for I do not know what I would do without it.?

Glancing around, Caspian was pleased that things seemed to have calmed a little, and that the rest of the army seemed relatively calm ? as calm as one could be in the midst of the circumstances. All he needed to do was fix his mindset and everything would be fine. It had to be fine and that was that. After all, he was fighting for Aslan and if everything he had heard about the great Lion was true? there was no way that they could lose.