A/N: This is the sequel to "To Learn", compared to the first this one starts a little more ambiguous if I say so myself. I apologize if it's hard to understand. The chapter's main function is to show Julia's emotional and psychological changes. Pretty much to state more explicitly what goes through her mind at this point. Just in case I would like to state the ages clearly, in To Learn she's physically 10 years old, but she has lived for a 100 years; plus the age she already had that equals to a 110 years old. Then we sum the 15 after the war (The Golden Age) then the total would be a 125 years. To Fight takes place five years (Price Caspian) after To Learn (or basically The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe). Total years alive: 130.

If she seems darker... well it's intentional. The next chapter will elaborate this and her relationship with Edmund more profoundly. I realized, (and was mentioned) that I realy didn't explore that door, in figurative speech mind you, I had opened. But, I had plans to fills those gaps, not all of them, I would like it better if I let some things to your imagination and speculation. If in doubt with anything I haven't mentioned before don't hesitate to ask.

Hope you enjoy this sequel, Review! ^-^

Chapter 1: Things Change

"Wake up." someone shook me "Come on, Juli wake up. Wake have to go."

I mumble and sleepily swatted whatever was disturbing my sleep. "Raphael!" she called and before I could even begin to process the meaning of her call I felt a sudden heavy weight fall on me... and literally squeeze the air out of my lungs. "Oho-aygh!" that's pretty much how I must have sounded. I coughed and sputtered for air. "Raphael." I gasped in that almost soundless and more like breathed voice. He just ran away, and he better. If I ever got my hands on him... I imagined myself telling Lucy how Raphael had died tragically... by an "accidental" squeezed neck. Such a tragic end...

I fall back on the bed with a pained face "Why?" I whine.

Brenna smiled apologetically "Sorry, I had to wake you up one way or another. We'll be late."

I groaned and slowly sat, giving her a dirty look. "I'm up, I'm up." I grumbled. I felt tell-tale symptoms of anger grip my chest with an intense desire for violence. I felt like a beast. "Get out, I'll be ready." I said curtly and dismissively. I was not looking forward to that blasted boarding school. The frown and angry look started to hurt, I, however, could still not find it in myself to relax or calm down for that matter. I just got angrier and angrier... I griped the sink and glared at the reflection on the bathroom mirror. The girl in it... looked ready to kill. My body seethed and trembled. The mirror did too, and it's image started to morph and change, not longer was there a bland brunette but a golden haired girl. Her eyes; the blue, like ice in a snowstorm, devoured the brown in it until there was nothing left, not trace of me in that reflection. I stumbled back, my rage vanished and just terror remained. Dressed alike, but never same being. Opposites looking with different expressions, even as I stumbled that one step back she pose changed not.

Luce... my mind ghostly whispered.

The thought was like a catalyst, she opened her mouth wide, bearing her teeth and screaming. She pounced, to tear through the mirror with her bare human hands and plunged them in my chest. I tried to run, only to crash with the bar where I placed the towel and falling on the floor; as a mess on surprised sounds that never get to be words and a lone pain-filled whimper.

Just like that, it was gone. I trembled on the cold floor, breathing erratically. I tried to grab something, anything, but my hands would only shake and couldn't even close them, I gasped and let out dying sounds, too low to be ever heard, but still there. Then "Gnnnh.. gnnnh." I sobbed, My body wouldn't respond, it never did when I had an episode. No matter how many times it happened, I could never stop feeling the complete and utter hopelessness and terror that consumed my mind, heart and soul.

Edmund. He would help me. He knew about this. I needed Edmund. I missed Edmund. My throat was tight; it hurt. I sobbed, with gritted teeth still unable to will my body to work, because of my miserable longing. I looked at the door through tears and felt more broken as each passing second reminded me something I already knew.

Edmund wasn't here. He wouldn't come.

I recovered slowly. I felt calm and hollow. Day and night; hunted by ghosts. Always the same, always my reflection morphing into a wrathful Luce and she trying to slice me to ribbons with her human-looking but sharp nails. It could be anywhere, the bathroom, the school, a hand mirror, even if I so much as saw my reflection on water. Five years ago, I didn't have much problems with this, I could console myself with the thought that she was dead.

But, to my infinite horror, she was still alive.

"Are you alright?" an older Luce asked, raising a incredulous eyebrow.

We we shocked, spooked out. How was it possible for Luce, who I fought and killed, still alive. She appeared to have no memory of Narnia. There is something, maybe not a memory in itself, that changed the way she treated me. It wasn't really extreme, more like subtle. The way she would be sometimes cold, her strange glances, a mysterious spite in her actions. It was like when in Narnia, but... different. She seemed to know, but at the same time didn't. As if her hatred had solidified to the point it even echoed here; even after death. But she spent less time dead than hating me. A hundred-years worth of wrath, versus a short fifteen years...

I think the answer is obvious.

"I'm fine." I was, for now.

Her lip twitched downward, the looked away and kept going her way.

My breathing was raged, sweat made my skin sticky and hot. My eyes were trained on the pair of girls in from of me. My body hunched and ready.

As my luck would have it, school girls weren't much different from a caged pack of barbarians. Raphael and Gabriel were lucky; they weren't on the target sight of their school bullies, for now. Brenna and I... well, I wouldn't be fighting if the situation had been the same, now would I? Luce was never to be seen when the brawls erupted, vanishing just before the pack of hyenas cornered us. Every day, at lunch, exactly at 12:00, not a minute earlier nor latter. Their benevolent leader -please, note the sarcasm as I use the before mentioned title on her- Samantha Stone, started her monologue. Always the same words.

"How is our favorite fighter? You know, the offer is still on the table. You just have to accept. Could make a fortune with those lethal skills of yours." she then would smile widely, with a snap of her fingers her pawns attacked.

She was a particularly stubborn recruiter, saw me fighting about five weeks ago, not alone, with Brenna against five others. two boys and three girls. She controlled a clandestine fighting club; the rules were simple: Fight, earn money, be famous, instill fear, and reach the top. If you lose... the only two places you were going were hospital or the morgue.

She was pretty civil, she proposed me to join as part of her star team, I refused. I had more important battles to fight. She took it as a personal insult... and there I was, fighting like an animal with the skill of a warrior to make it home for today. Just so the cycle would restart tomorrow. Again, and again... and again. The fighters, both her's and lone, were diminishing. She was getting more desperate by the day and so was I. It terrified me just a what lengths would she go... to own me. To control me like a puppet under strings.

No. I refused to do that. I would not turn into a slave. Be it for the White Witch or a normal girl.

Brenna fought with me, but there was a problem. She had gotten too used to the safety of the skies, to dive, attack and fly away with ease. While this strategy was useful it was a dangerous handicap; she wasn't used to close combat, no matter how much I insisted on her preparing herself for that. She was... too prideful to admit she was being careless. And while it takes some attention from me, she mostly just got in the way.

"What da yah think?! Wanna cooperate?" The girl one my left sneered mockingly.

I turned my head, and glared her coldly. Time slowed down in my mind; her shoulders hitched, her muscles trained, her skin tense like a ready bow, her arms curved.

One step back, arms ready, eyes on my target.

She takes off; predictable.

Still slow. She threw a punch -side step, hit with elbow. She twists and turns 180 degrees, elbow raised to hit me -bow down, use her momentum against her, elbow her jaw. She fell on the floor, clutching her jaw. I stood, breathing controlled. My eyes fall on the boy. He does the same.

Thirty minutes latter after some unexpected volunteers attacked me from the same of everyday crowd, I stood. My only wound was a blossoming bruise on my cheek, and a broken lip. I looked down on those on the floor, some moaning in pain or discomfort, others not even moving, alive but unmoving. I felt nothing, just the usual high of adrenaline. I saw Stone look at them with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. I went over to her. She gasped.

"The rules have changed." I hissed "Starting tomorrow. Whoever fights me, hurts anyone I care for, or tries to corner me- I'll make sure they don't live to tell it." I took a step closer "You will be the first." I leaned closer "You'll regret the day you messed with me Stone." I would finish this, whatever the cost.

I turned my back and walked to were I stayed. My knuckles felt cold and burned. My clothes were dirty and in some places torn.

Shouldn't be surprised. Things change and so have I.