She ran hard. Her panting only filled her ears as her feet became heavy, despite its light steps. Her body decided to stop, ignoring her willpower to keep going. She looked at the scene unfolding before her. Various men were running wildly in thick, tall grass. Shouting in fear as they blindly cut the grass around them before seemingly being dragged to fall onto the earth beneath them. She winced at their probable pain without any further movement. Though the men's threat was unknown, she knew her friend could take them with charm.
Before she could blink all of the Telmarine soldiers had fallen out of sight. Leaving only one man against the fast moving shadow. He looked down in worry before being shoved to the ground. The woman slowly walked her way to them at this point. Carefully stepping over the Telmarines laying about. They may have stole her land, but she had no interest in putting salt to their wounds by stepping on them after they had got beaten by a talking mouse.
"Choose your last words carefully, Telmarine." The mouse panted out, standing on the mans chest with his sword pointing to his face.
"You..you are a mouse." His thick accent said in shock. The mouse rolled his eyes. "You know, I was hoping for something a little more original." The mouse sighed, "Pick up your sword." The Telmarine glanced at his weapon laying beside him before quickly looking back to the animal on his chest. "Uh..No thanks."
"Pick it up! I will not fight an unarmed man!"
"Which is why I may live longer were I to choose not to cross blades with you, noble mouse."
"I said I will not fight you, I didn't say I'd let you live!"
"Reepicheep, stay your blade!" A voice comes from afar. "Trufflehunter?" The woman says, earning everyone's surprised attention. "My lady!" The badger says in delight to see the woman. The mouse, whom still had his weapon raised to the mans throat rolled his eyes. "I trust you have a very good reason for this untimely interruption!"
"He doesn't, go ahead." The dwarf beside the badger, whom the woman immediately recognized as Nikabrik, said in a rather uncaring tone. His normal tone, she noted.
"He is the one who blew the horn." Trufflehunter was quick to explain. The mouses eyes went wide. "What-"
"Then let him bring it forward, this is the reason we have gathered." A group of centaur came from behind the trees. As they made their way towards the group the one in front silently motioned to one behind him. It must have been obvious she was too worn out to walk further as the young centaur made his way to her and offered a hand to help aid her up to rest on his back. She nodded in thanks to both the young centaur and to the leader. They both bowed their heads in return.
"Reepicheep, perhaps waiting for a lass would be quite alright next time?" She almost laughed out as they headed back to the gathered Narnians.
"Oh! My deepest apologies, you're highness. I seemed to have gotten carried away."
"No it is far alright, one cannot blame a noble mouse to forget how quick they are on their feet. And I know how protective you can be..you have only done well, Reepicheep." She giggled at his shy behavior from the 'noble' comment before continuing, "Perhaps though, next time giving me the pleasure to fight alongside you, my friend." He nods eagerly. The thought of fighting alongside his princess making him nearly bouncing with excitement.
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They had all but physically harmed the man. Shouting things like 'Kill him!' 'Liar!' and 'Murderer!'
She sat on a large rock beside a cheetah and a baby centaur. Gently stroking the child's short hair as she attempted to block out the shouts.
"It's a trick-" "At least hear him out!" Trufflehunter shouted, her head turned at the change of tone. No longer hateful but instead open-minded.
"Beyond these woods, I am a prince. The Telmarine throne is rightfully mine..help me claim it and I can bring peace between us." All became quiet. The creatures wondering the best choice for them, their children and their friends. "It is true. I watch the skies for it is mine to watch as it is yours to remember, badger. Tarva, the lord of victory, and Alambil, the lady of peace, have come together in the high heavens and now here a son of Adam and daughter of Eve has come forth to offer us back our freedom." She blinked. Daughter of Eve..
"Is this possible? Do you really think there could be peace? Do you? I mean really?" Pattertwig the Squirrel says in a tree across from her.
"Two days ago, I didn't believe in the existence of talking animals, or dwarves.. or centaurs. Yet here you are in strength and numbers that we Telmarines could never have imagined." He looks around, the amazement still clear in his features. "Whether this horn is magic or not, it brought us together and together we have a chance to take back what is ours." He finished. She stared at him mildly impressed, her chin resting on her hand. It normally takes a lot to calm these Narnians, especially when they had wanted to kill you seconds before.
The leader of the centaurs raised his sword. "If you and Adira lead us, then my sons and I will offer you our swords."
"And we offer you our lives, unreservedly." Reepicheep and his teammates step foreword, looking directly at Adira before making a deep bow.
"If we are to be ready for them, we need to hurry to find soldiers and weapons. I'm sure they will be here soon." Caspian looks around darkly.
"If I may, sire. Lady Adira is one of the best strategy fighters in all of Narnia. Though the princess herself may not agree, we believe that is why Aslan had chosen her as the heir to the throne. She may possibly be the best one to speak with for this situation." Trufflehunter says almost in a whisper, earning a few nods from the crowd around them. She glared at him lightly, she didn't like titles and he knew that. Clearly he had been whispering to hide what he had said from her. Caspian widens his eyes, glancing to the woman in surprise before nodding to Trufflehunter. He hadn't known she was of royalty. Caspian gazed at her a moment more, nodding his head in determination. She sighed before giving a hard nod back to him. She too, was ready for the Narnians, the ones who had raised her so thoughtfully, to take back their home. Though she couldn't shake the bad feeling she had.