Just a little thing that I did while I was bored. I know it's not the best, and I'm REALLY sorry!

Disclaimer: If I owned the Chronicles of Narnia, then I probably wouldn't be writing a fanfiction for the Chronicles of Narnia.

He was young. He was inexperienced. There were many people that were better suited for the job. Yet they picked him to lead. Aslan himself had chosen him to be the King of Narnia. Peter had never truly understood what being High King meant until the dryad had shown up in his and his brother's room. Bringing the news of Aslan's death. Immediately, the brothers had woken up Orieus. He was the General of the Army. Surely he would know what to do. Instead of launching into a detailed battle plan, however, he had looked at Peter and said,

"My Prince, what do you wish me to do?"

Peter had stared at Orieus for at least a minute, before he could respond.

"Orieus, I want you to lead us! You are the leader of the army now that Aslan is gone. You have to help!"

Instead of answering, Orieus had looked deeply into Peter's eyes, and the question was stated again.

"My Prince, what do you wish me to do?"

Peter was confused for a few seconds. Then he understood.

"Oh. No. No, no, no! I can't lead an army, Orieus! I couldn't even safely bring my family here!"

Orieus shook his head.

"You can lead this army, my Prince. Aslan knew that you could. I believe that you can. So, yes, I will be by your side during the battle. But you will lead the soldiers. If you are to be the new High King, then you must earn the respect of the Narnians. You lead them into battle, and you earn that respect."

Peter gulped, and when Orieus asked him what he was going to do, he answered,

"I am going to lead them."

It was amazing. The feeling that Peter had as he sat atop the boulder, astride the white unicorn. He was nervous, excited, exhilarated at what he was about to do. Of course, he was also terrified. How could he not be? He was about to go into battle for Aslan's sake! He was fifteen; he was supposed to be at school, having a good time with his mates. He was not supposed to be leading an army! Still, Peter felt, at that moment, like he was supposed to be doing this. Like, he was finally doing what he was meant to. He knew how crazy that sounded. Yet, he knew that it was true.

When Peter saw the Minotaur on top of the rock, bellowing as he raised his battle-axe, with the Witch's army coming up behind him, he felt his first twinge of doubt. Was he leading his men into slaughter? Would it be wiser to call this all off, to surrender? Suddenly, Peter was praying. With all his willpower, he thought,

"Aslan. If you can hear me, then please answer my prayer. Tell me what to do. I need Your help right now. Help me. Please."

With a gasp, Peter felt a flood of warmth go through him. He felt as if he could kill every single Creature in the Witch's Army, and still not be tired. With ferocity, he called to his warriors,

"For Narnia! And for Aslan!"

And charged for the enemy.

A/N I know it wasn't the best, but I hoped that you liked it! Please review! It makes my day every time, and I always read the reviewer's stories, since they took the time to read mine! :)