From On High:
Summary: PC, movie verse. Just a little reflection on everyone's favorite High King of Narnia.
He knows. From the moment he laid eyes on him in the courtyard, he knew.
From early on, his learned to watch his opponents, to assess both their strengths and weaknesses. To successfully defeat one's opponent, knowing how they processed information, especially in the heat of battle, is crucial.
So, from the relative safety of his balcony he took in everything.
He knew his history, quite well actually, and knew what the stories lauded. Looking down, he saw more than a glimmer of truth exuded from the tales in the flesh and blood enemy slaying his troops left and right.
He watched the way none could challenge his blade for long before falling. He watched the grace and ease of his movements; the calculated tactics and careful strength betraying intelligence far richer than his physical age.
However, the eyes, piercing into his soul from below, betrayed the youthful confidence. Yet, he saw the poisonous hate lurking beneath the surface. It first manifested itself during the brief encounter in his bedroom; those eyes flashing dangerously.
Admittedly, the stories of old referenced a fiery passion and determination to fight, but smoldering behind this burned a different fire. This one spoke of redemption and a will to prove.
A will, he could certainly exploit, that would be his undoing.
But still he underestimated, miscalculated, and failed to acknowledge a mere boy could defeat him. After all, what kind of leader attacked first, led the charge? Sure, that might be heroic, but tactless. Why sacrifice yourself simply to preserve morale?
No, he chose to sit back, observe, calculate, and then direct his troops. Far better to watch the folly of one so rash and passionate die at front lines, if he lived to fight another day; even if he lost a little morale amongst the troops.
Sure it was noble, but nobility only took a person so far. In his case, a little nobility needed a little push—like his quick ascension to power after the timely death of Caspian IX. Nobility caused good rulers to die. Hero-complexes, so common among nobles, produced similar results. Disgusted, he shook his head at the actions below.
He finally recognized the failure of the attack and called for a strategic retreat. But instead of leaving, he ran around urging others to escape while they still could. Something needed to be done quickly to halt this act. It would save much time to simply finish them off here and now.
He would die, plain and simple; along with anyone else who strove to challenge his authority. Then history would remember him for the death of a legend! Lord Miraz, conqueror of all.
Not even the Kings of Old could challenge him.
--Just a little thought that popped into my head. Never tried Narnia FF before, but I am seriously going through withdrawal until PC comes out on DVD.