From the very beginning, I was there.

I was there long before the Children of Adam and Eve, born in the 83rd year of Winter, when the Morningstar fell to earth and joined with the first star of the evening.

I was there, living five years in the skies, with my father and my mother, watching with great sorrow the Winter of Narnia.

I was there, falling from the sky as punishment for rebellion against my parents, landing in that same Winter, in its 88th year, alone, with only the hope of returning to the skies after making reparation for my deeds.

I was there, surviving five years in the dungeons of the White Witch's palace, surviving only with Oreius' aid.

I was there eight years more, living with the centaurs.

I was there by day, taught to fight by them members of the herd. And I was there by night, watching with envy the stars that slipped over the horizon until I could stay awake no longer.

But I was there, in the hundredth year of Winter, when the Kings and Queens came.

I was there in the crowd as Aslan met Them for the first time.

I was there with Oreius and the rest to save the Younger King, and bore him away to safety.

I was there when They became a family once more, for my tent was not far from Theirs, and watched with awe and envy their companionship and love.

And I was there that accursed morning when we learned of Aslan's death, and I wept tears of light, so bitter was the loss.

I was there in the first charge, running as swiftly as Oreius next to the High King.

I was there after, my twin katanas sheathed in blood again and again, until the coming of Aslan and the end of the battle.

I was there when the last minotaur cut my back from shoulder to hip, and I lay dying on the field.

But I was still there, for the Elder Queen slew him with a single arrow, and the Younger Queen came with the juice of the fireflower.

I was there once more as we carried the dead to a pyre, and I sang to send their souls to Aslan's kingdom beyond the sea.

I was there before the coronation, when Aslan charged me with my task.

So now I am here, and here I will remain.

Author's Note: Hello, all! Welcome to the newly revamped and de-Mary Sued version of After the War. I'll try and update about once a week. Just a few clarifications about this story

1.) Yes, I have read every one of the Chronicles of Narnia books. This will be a bit more of a movieverse story, just because it's easier to mess with something that someone else has already messed with (if that makes sense).

2.) This story will be slightly AU (I changed the ages of the Pevensies). But not very much, because i love C.S. Lewis

3.) Please, no flames. I know enough abrasive people that I really don't need any more online. Constructive criticism is welcome, as are reviews without any criticism at all!

4.) no...actually, there isn't a fourth point. that's about it. read, enjoy, and click that lovely little grey-and-green button that lets you review!

Yours,

the Scarlet Phoenix