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The clattering sound of metals striking against each other echoed in the valley. Wind carried the cries of the wounded through the air. Fallen warriors lay forgotten on the cold ground.

I stared in shock at the scene before me. Never in my life had I seen such an image of pure destruction. Red blood stained the once beautifully green grass, and I willed myself to not become squeamish. There was no time for that, especially since we were becoming increasingly outnumbered by the minute. Even if there had been time, I would have taken it to mourn for those we lost.

A soldier of the enemy ran toward me now, his sword high in the air. I gulped, gripping my own sword tighter to prepare for his attack. He swung his sword toward my abdomen when he reached me, though I deflected his hit with my own sword. I grit my teeth and swung again, trying to remember my training. Defense is better than offense. Don't swing too widely. Keep your stance open, yet closed. Don't let one be a distraction for another.

Then, I heard the tearing of fabric and prayed that it wasn't mine. I looked down, grateful to not see any blood coming from my body. The enemy grunted as I blocked another swipe, this time forcing his sword father away from his body, and took a final strike to his neck. I turned away quickly, not wanting to see the carnage I had caused. This was war, and casualties are guaranteed, but that didn't mean I had to like it.

I looked around the valley again, hoping to see a familiar face. There he was, a few feet away from me, taking on two separate enemies. I smiled inwardly and took off at a run to help him, slashing my sword around me along the way, hoping to at least wound a few enemy soldiers to help my side. Another enemy soldier was sneaking up behind him, his sword raised.

My eyes widened as I screamed, "Behind you!"

He spun around quickly, swinging his sword in a wide arc, taking down the man before he spun again to continue fighting the other two. I had finally reached him by this point, and I got the attention of one of the men. We fought together for a few moments before this particular battle was over.

"Don't let one be a distraction for another," I said, reminding him of what he had taught me with a direct quote.

He laughed once. "Thanks, I'll remember that."

I felt his hand slip into mine and give it a gentle squeeze. I forced a smile to my lips, fighting back tears that were threatening to escape my eyes. No, I need to be strong, but I just wanted this battle to be over. Four men were slowly surrounding us, and I knew this moment was short lived. He turned his back nearly flush against mine now as we prepared for the newest attack.

I heard him take a deep breath. "Are you ready?"

"Do I have a choice?" I asked.

Somehow I knew he was smiling. They were getting closer now. "On the count of three," he said, and I nodded. "One…two…three!"

And we lunged into battle, seemingly fearless, but truthfully terrified.

A/N: So, what do you think? I know this is a really short prologue, but it's actually a glimpse in the future, so to speak. This is my first shot at a Narnia story ever, so all feedback is loved and appreciated! I have about half of this story written, though I haven't decided on an update schedule yet. Oh, and I should also add, if first person stories aren't really your cup of tea, this is the only chapter that is going to be in first person. I just liked the way it came out.

Much love,