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Summary: This story starts during the duel between Miraz and Peter. The first few lines are pure C.S Lewis straight from the book. It is an AU where Lords Glozelle and Sopespian don't kill King Miraz and Genuinely didn't want king Miraz to participate in the duel. WARNING CHARACTER DEATH

Chapter One

Edmund couldn't speak. He walked back with the Doctor to his own lines with a sick feeling in his stomach. But the new bout went well. Peter now seemed to be able to make some use of his shield, and he certainly made good use of his feet. He was almost playing tig with Miraz now, keeping out of range, shifting his ground, making the enemy work.

"Coward!" Booed the Telmarines. "Why don't you stand up to him? Don't like it, eh? Thought you'd come to fight, not to dance. Yah!"

"Oh, I do hope he won't listen to them," said Caspian.

"Not he," said Edmund. "You don't know him – Oh!" – for Miraz had got in a blow at last, on Peter's helmet. Peter staggered, slipped sideways, and fell on one knee. The roar of the Telmarines rose like the noise of the sea. "Now, Miraz," they yelled. "Now. Quick! Quick! Kill him." But indeed there was no need to egg the usurper on. He was on top of Peter already. Edmund bit his lips till the blood came, as the sword flashed down on Peter. It looked as if it would slash off his head. Thank Heavens! it had glanced down on his right shoulder. The Dwarf-wrought mail was sound and did not break.

"Great Scott!" cried Edmund. "He's up again. Peter, go it, Peter."

"I couldn't see what happened," said the Doctor. "How did he do it?"

"Grabbed Miraz's arm as it came down," said Trumpkin, dancing with delight. "There's a man for you! Uses his enemy's arm as a ladder. The High King! The High King! Up, Old Narnia!"

"Look," said Trufflehunter. "Miraz is angry. It is good."

They were certainly at it hammer and tongs now: such a flurry of blows that it seemed impossible for either not to be killed. As the excitement grew, the shouting almost died away. The spectators were holding their breath. It was most horrible and most magnificent.

A great shout arose from the Old Narnians. Miraz was down – not struck by Peter, but face downwards, having tripped on a tussock. Peter stepped back, waiting for him to rise.

"Oh bother, bother, bother," said Edmund to himself. "Need he be as gentlemanly as all that? I suppose he must. Comes of being a Knight and a High King. I suppose it is what Aslan would like. But that brute will be up again in a minute.

When 'that brute' did rise he doubled the viciousness of his attack. Hacking, slashing stabbing with his sword, all Peter could do was parry, dodge and dance to stop his opponent's blade from piercing him. He was too slow on a couple of occasions but the Dwarven wrought armour was strong and still Miraz's sword couldn't penetrate it. Giving up on that particular approach he started aiming for Peter's head in the hope that one of his blows would daze the High King long enough that he could find a chink in the armour and end the battle and the war. Like he almost did last time. He pressed the teenage King harder and harder but was soon wearying and he knew he had to end the battle soon failure wasn't an option.

Peter was worn out, the bandage on his arm had come loose and was throbbing mercilessly. Since he couldn't use his shield now he had to evade Miraz's attacks which were strenuously over taxing. He had to lunge and duck sometimes only missing the blade by a hairs breath. His fatigue was evident to his opponent and to the crowd, half of which shouted to Miraz, yelling things like 'Kill him now!' and 'Finish it your Majesty!' jeering at Peter and at the old Narnians who were silent as they watched the High King and the usurper battling for the fate of Narnia. Peter fighting for the restoration of Prince Caspian and the rights of all the talking beasts, dwarves, fauns, centaurs and all the others that represented Old Narnia. Miraz fighting for power, land, wealth and the throne.

Greed seemed to be winning the fight and good was pushed back again and again, each time with a harder blow. Peter was getting desperate he began to make mistakes, so of them nearly costing him the battle. Edmund, Doctor Cornelius, Trumpkin, Trufflehunter, Reepicheep and Caspian were all becoming incredibly frantic and it took all their self control not to chew their fingernails. It was then Peter saw an opening and he pressed his advantage driving his opponent back and readying for the final strike. Seeing his opportunity he dived at the older King and after a brief struggle Peter's blade sliced through chain mail and flesh.

TBC…

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