I own nothing! If I did, do you guys HONESTLY think I would be writing this tragic tale?!

Authoresses Note: Before you fans of VatJ start throwing cookies, this has been in the works quite a while and I just finished it. I'm posting it all in one night so I want reviews! And lots of them! I mostly did it for two of my good friends on a Narnia site(YOU TWO KNOW WHO YOU ARE! :p). So I dedicate this semi-short story to them! (And MG even though she isn't currently on. :p)

All Alone

Chapter 1

The battle was not in their favor. The Narnians were losing and quickly.

But two humans stood back to back, side by side, refusing to go down without a hard fight. Two brothers. Two Kings. And two very annoyed with each other friends.

"I told you we should have said yes to Archenland!" the dark headed boy said.

"Well excuse me for thinking the Narnians could defend themselves!" the blond headed boy shouted back.

"And what are you thinking now?" the dark headed boy snapped.

There was a pause as they fought.

"I'm thinking we call for Lucy..." the blonde headed king replied hoarsely.

"Are you sure you want to get her in on this?" the dark headed boy asked, now much calmer than before.

"It's the only way we and the Narnians will survive this."

A sigh came from the younger king. But before he could reply the battle intensified.

"STAND YOUR GROUND! DON'T LET THEM PULL US APART!" the older boy shouted.

The enemy had found the two were stronger together. And they were using that against them.

Soon the two kings were yards apart. They couldn't hear each other even if they yelled.

The enemy pressed on. Pushing them farther and farther apart. And even though they were yards apart, the younger king heard the pained cry of his older brother.

Trying to focus on him, this caught him off guard and he too was wounded.

But he continued on and soon the sound of a cavalry group came from the top of a hill. The younger king raised his sword in acknowledgement of the oncoming army.

Help had arrived. The battle was soon won. But the two brothers were still wounded, the older more so than the younger. Though neither would survive much longer. It was the younger that made it to the older before collapsing, his breathing raged and uneven.

The older looked at the younger, pride shining his fever-glazed eyes. "Ed... I'm so proud of you. It's been such an honor being able to fight beside someone as you." he gasped out.

"And I, you." the younger replied, squeezing his eyes tight for a moment as a wave of pain coursed through his body.

"I need you to promise... you'll look after the girls." the older said, his voice breaking with effort.

"I won't have too... we'll be fine..." the younger said.

The older shook his head. "I'm too far gone... you have to promise."

A sob came forth form the younger and, slowly, he nodded.

The older smiled and gripped the younger boys hand in his own. "You can do this..." he reassured.

The younger said nothing.

"I love you, Ed." the older said.

"I love you too, Pete." the younger said.

"Tell the girls I love them too."

"I will."

And then the older closed his eyes.

The younger could hear someone calling his name, but just as his brother closed his eyes, he began feeling rather light-headed, his mind trailing away from him.

"Maybe... I won't be able to... after all..." he muttered before falling into unconsciousness.

Two fallen heroes. Back to back. Side by side. Refused to down without a hard fight. Two brothers. Two kings... to the last.