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Prince Caspian reigned his horse in on the edge of the forest sliding off his saddle and onto the forest floor with his crossbow in hand. The sun was just about to set, casting a warm orange glow over the dense trees and bushes. The air was crisp and cool, and the only sounds were the occasional chirp of a bird and the crunching of leaves underfoot.
Caspian had been looking forward to this hunting trip for a while. He had always loved the thrill of the chase, and the challenge of bringing down a deer with nothing but his wits and skill. He had been taught to hunt by his father, the king, and had quickly become an expert marksman.
His men had spotted the deer’s tracks several miles back, and part of the reason why Caspian led them towards castle Durant was because it would be very clos
