Fellcliff paced the edge of the Rush slowly, his mind wandered to the far corners of Narnia.
The great centaur looked out sullenly into ever flowing river, his eyes focused into a dull stare.
"Shall I see no more of you?" He asked the river.
A Naiad suddenly stood in front of him.
"You must go. King Peter needs you back in the army." She replied. "And, you will come back."
"When?" He pleaded the Lady, but she was gone. Drifting farther away from him and with her back turned, he couldn't see the sadness on her face as she left him.
He galloped off, to the High King. To adventure. To something...
Something that could save him from himself.
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