A/N - Hello, my sweet ducklings!
Yes, I know, this kind of story has been done before...but the ones I read left me wanting more. So hopefully, this one might go deeper into something I've always wanted to see. =D

PC Movie verse, and it's pretty much AU, barely keeping to the basic plot line. xD I never before realized how violent I write sometimes, so just to be safe, this is 'T' for violence.

Um, enjoy. This is my first story and I do not have a beta. x)

If your eyes bleed out, or you suffer a heart attack and/or sudden death - Its temporary. I swear.
Disclaimer - Own nothing, I don't.

Light on, light off.

Time itself seemed to slow as adrenaline fueled my every action, every movement, and yet I wasn't actually part of myself. I didn't feel like I was. I felt as though I was watching myself and those around me go about how they should, everything happening in a rush of color as I watched from a third-person point of view.

The army was failing. He needed to call it off.

My brother was slaughtering our slight few troops, and I had to watch it happen all from above as Narnian after Narnian crashed to the cold stone where they did not stir again.

Telmarine after Telmarine seemed to melt into the crowd of brawling creatures and men below me, each soldier leaping into the howling, bloody frenzy below as a wild animal tears apart its prey.

And that animal was Miraz.

The false king, standing high and mighty on the other side of the bloody courtyard, calmly held his hand high as he prepared to signal off the archers. A chill wind blew over, carrying the sounds of clashing swords and howling, screaming men and creatures beneath the great expanse of empty black sky. Anger began to eat away at my consciousness before I heard an all-too familiar shout from below me.

In a panic, I saw him.

He was pale and anxiety-ridden, killing ruthlessly and completely blind to the danger that lurked behind him as an archer turned to take aim.

In a blind frenzy of wide-eyed terror, I felt myself vault over the side of the wall and slide down the roof, kicking the archer off over the edge where he fell to the ground, cry melting in with all the others before it ended abruptly. I looked over the edge and saw Peter, stunned as the archer fell dead at his feet, and he looked up, frightened expression deepening as we made eye-contact.

"ED!"

I turned slowly, wincing at my own stupidity as fifteen Telmarine archers looked back at me in surprise, notching an arrow to their crossbows each. I remember letting out a sort of frustrated, hysterical laugh as I quickly turned tail and dove through the nearest door, kicking it shut as arrow after arrow pierced the wood. I then scrambled to my feet and locked it, gripping my sword tighter as several soldiers began throwing themselves against the door from the other side, trying to get in. I looked and saw the flight of stairs, and began running up the spiraling steps just as I heard angry cursing below, then a crash, and heavy footsteps. The sound of the battle flooded into my hearing as soon as the barrier separating the tower from the outside was brought to splinters, and all I could do was run faster still as the guards below figured out where I had gone.

I slid out into a marble hallway lit by torches, and I sprinted into the fading light as angry voices began resounding behind me, followed by footsteps. I burst through several doors, looking for a way to get up to the highest tower, where I could signal out the order to call a retreat.

If the Magnificent King of old wouldn't look past his own pride and stubbornness and save hundreds of lives that he was ruthlessly shattering and silencing at his command, then by The Lion's Mane, the Just King would.

Annoyance filled my heart as I kicked open door after door, all of it directed at Peter. Who was he doing this for? Was it for Narnia, or for himself? He was trying to prove something to someone. Was it himself? Was it to Aslan?

Was he trying to take Aslan's place?

I narrowed my eyes, letting a huff of annoyance escape me. He would really do anything, anything, to get his kingdom back. He had hinted to me numerous times how he missed his crown, how he would dearly love to just have it all back, if only for one day.

He had said that he would give up anything for the chance.

Was he actually serious?

I kicked past another door, and to my horror and astonishment, I was met not with an empty corridor, but two very surprised Telmarine guards. I recovered myself, however, and began to bring the doors closed again before they could regain themselves.

"Sorry..."

I slammed it shut abruptly and bolted off in the other direction as a loud crash echoed around the all-but silent hallway, accompanied by some very choice Telmarine swears as they tramped behind me, shouting.

"GIT BACK 'ERE!"

"No thank-you!" I called from the stairwell as I raced up, hoping for the best and praying fervently that Aslan would turn up soon.

If not for Narnia, then for Peter.

I suddenly burst through a door at the topmost of one of the highest towers, and I leaned back up against it, regretfully having to use my torch as a sort of barricade, as using my sword was out of the question. I walked up to the ledge, looking over the ramparts and feeling a sort of jolt as I realised just how high up it was. A sensation of utter panic gripped me as the door suddenly swung open despite the make-shift lock, and two guards advanced, slightly surprised again as to the fact that they had caught me. Cornered I stood, backing slowly away from their extended crossbows until my foot nearly slipped over the side of the wall. The sense of panic grew larger in my mind as I looked over the edge, and the guards sneered menacingly, fingers itching towards the trigger on the bow. If I drew my sword, I'd be shot to death faster than anything.

"It's come quietly or get an arrow through the chest, laddie." One of the guards spat in a heavy accent, and the other nodded fervently, finger still gripping the trigger excitedly. An idea suddenly struck me. I cocked an eyebrow, letting a slow smile cross my lips. They seemed slightly unnerved at this abrupt change of attitude.

"Or jump." I said simply.

And I stepped off the edge.

I soon found myself tumbling through open air, cold winds whipping my face as I resisted the urge to either shout in terror, or whoop with excitement. The black expanse of night sky sat above me, and the ground opened up below me, and I seemed to be caught in the middle of something huge as I let myself fall to an impending death upon the black stone far below, totally helpless to do anything but fall.

As I gained speed, I began to wonder if that was really a smart move on my part. I had thought I had seen a Gryphon circling the tower. Now I wasn't so sure.

I then fell with a slight 'oof' upon something solid and warm and living, and my reply was a shrill screetch as we shot upwards again.

I would never forget the expression on the soldiers faces as we glided right over them, watching them fall to the stone with their hands over their heads while we flew above the tower.

I stroked the Gryphon's neck gratefully as we soared over the black expanse below, sitting up on his back between it's hind legs and its wings.

"Thank-you, Kyr."

"The pleasure is mine, majesty," He panted, gaining height again. "Look out - We're going down."

And before I could respond, the noble beast had shot downwards in a sudden, spiraling descent towards the ground. I flailed frantically and threw my arms around his neck before I was thrown off, and held on for dear life as he let out a loud screech and let gravity take control. We went down in a sharp nose-dive before he pulled up again, flapping his wings, and I was forced to look down.

The courtyard stood still and empty, moonlight illuminating the blood-slick stone and all the dead forms on the ground, most of them Narnian. I let out a sharp gasp, and my mount had begun to do the same, but he was interrupted by his own voice, which was drawn out in a loud, agonized shriek.

The sounds of arrows whizzed through the air momentarily, and terror seized me as they began to cut through Kyr's wings, crimson spilling as his voice was drawn out in a raspy scream that echoed against the night.

I had to admit that they had very good aim as an arrow pierced my sleeve, causing me to yell out in pain as it sliced through some of my arm, but more importantly, it had got Kyr in the neck. The shafts ran deep and panic gripped us both; Kyr was trying to stay in flight, trying to get out of the castle, but it was almost all for nothing as arrow after arrow was shot, striking him and weakening him fast, blood pouring forth. He continued to scream as each arrow hit him, and I tried to figure out what to do as my brain drew a blank. We were going to die.

We were going to have died in the attempt to restore what Peter had wanted to restore - his own pride and leadership.

Another arrow hit the Gryphon straight in the chest, and I could feel his body go rigid beneath me as we continued to glide, suspended in mid-air as time slowed, and he let out a sharp, echoing gasp of astonishment. My eyes went wide.

"Kyr...no!--"

He let out one last, staggering breath as he closed his eyes, flying above the gates and over the trench of water dug far into the ground, cutting off the castle from land. In my despair I saw the remnants of the Narnian army disappearing into the forest, followed by a blond figure on a galloping black horse.

Peter.

The wide, dark chasm spoke nothing but death as Kyr and I abruptly plummeted down to its murky depths, and I remember screaming my brothers name before hitting the surface of the freezing water, arrows ceasing fire above us.

'Aslan..'

My mind was literally working faster than it ever had before as I was dragged down with the Gryphon, my sleeve caught on the arrow that peirced Kyr's neck as blood began to curl up in watery wisps before my eyes. I tugged and ripped, but the shaft was thick and wouldn't snap. The frigid water pressed on me from all sides; There was no escape. My mind began to slow, my limbs soon became heavy and numb, and darkness was beginning to obscure my vision as my body began to shut down from lack of air.

Dragged down to death by my own friend wasn't really how I had pictured dying, but at least I would soon be with The Lion again, if not in a few seconds. Peace like a warm light seemed to come and relieve me of every negative thought while consciousness slowly evaded me.

Too bad it didn't last.

...But would I? Would I see Him? Was I as clean with Him as I had assumed I was? Slight panic gripped me, and the sense of peace I had just known was chased away abruptly as consciousness continued to slip away.

Would going on this huge Telmarine-massacre with my brother affect my status with Aslan negatively?

I hadn't time to think on this matter much longer as I soon lost all consciousness from lack of air, unaware of the cold hands that gripped my shoulders as I gave in to darkness.

'Aslan...'

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