Seventy-fourth Prompt: Knife

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Caspian turned around in his bed.

It was one of these nights he couldn't sleep, because he remembered the day he fled.

What had happened when he hadn't got out of bed at the right time?
He would have been dead!

After what felt like another hour he slowly fell to sleep again.

But not for long.

When something thin and cold touched his neck, Caspian was immediately awake.

He heard someone breathing.

Calling for guards probably wasn't a good plan, because the person would have killed them before they were even in here.

How did the person get in here?

What was he supposed to do?

Many thoughts raced through his head. Too many.

The person still held the knife to his neck.

"Who are you?", Caspian asked.

The knife slipped a little, but the person catches it.

"Nobody", they said with a trembling voice.

"And what do you want?"

Silence.

"I want to take your life."

Caspian swallowed hard.

"Why?"

The person pressed the knife a little bit into his neck, but Caspian didn't think that they did it to make him shut up.
It was more of an instinct, a sudden movement.

"You...you took my father's life", the person said.

Caspian opened his eyes.

"Who was your father?", he asked.

"He was against Narnia in the war. I know that he was wrong, but...he wasn't supposed to die!"

"No, he wasn't. But am I?"

The person said nothing.

Then the door burst open and in a sudden movement the person pressed the knife so hard into Caspian's neck that he let out a quiet scream, suddenly sat up and put his hand at his neck.

When he took his hand back it was full of blood.

He hadn't even realised what happened around him but when he looked up now he saw a boy, a little younger than himself, lying on the floor, Reepicheep standing on his chest.

And then the guards came, looking confused at the sight of Reepicheep.

"Your Majesty!"
Trumpkin came running in.

Several gazes fell to Caspian.

"You are hurt!"

Caspian wanted to laugh.

Really?

"Get the healers!", one of the guards screamed.
"Who are you?", another one asked the boy.

"I am nobody", the boy said. "I am nobody since my father died."

Caspian looked at him closer.

He was very thin, and he also looked very unhealthy.

Maybe the day he lost his father had been also the day he had lost everything else.

And it was only a boy! How could Caspian have not known about him?
Caspian saw himself in that boy, he saw himself standing in his uncle's quarters.

Reepicheep looked up at him.
"What are we supposed to do with him?", he asked.

Caspian looked at the boy.
"Give him a room", he said. "Place guards there."

The boy looked up at him and Caspian saw the same hurt, the same confusion in his eyes.

I know what you are going through.

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