A/N: Wow, it's been a long time since I've uploading any stories/chapters. Well, I'm back! Any of you guys miss me? :D Just kidding! Anyway, I was watching Prince Caspian (the full-length movie has been uploaded to YouTube, if you didn't know) and felt compelled to do a little multi-chaptered spin-off of one of the more popular scenes in the movie. I know that there are some similar stories on like this, but, trust me, it's not going to be any carbon-copy! Also, most to all of the dialogue is directly from the scene in the movie.

DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to C.S. Lewis, while the scene itself belongs to the wonderful imaginations of Disney.

DECISIONS

Chapter One: Farewell

Peter sprinted to the gate, willing his body to go faster, harder. The gate. That's all that matter now. He needed to open the gate, less his entire plan would fail.

Would fail? Nay, it had already failed, long ago. So many had already been lost. What had happened? His plan, at least, in his own eyes, was so infallible, so perfect. Should he have listened to Caspian? Should they have all stayed in the How?

Caspian. Peter cursed the boy's stupidity, his stubbornness, his selfishness. If Caspian had only followed the plan, had only opened the gate sooner, it could've…

We can never know what could've happened.

Aslan's words pulsed in his head. The whole lot of them ­could've stayed in the meager shelter of the How, could've waited until Miraz's army came and demolished, could've died of starvation and thirst. Never mind that now.

Peter finally reached the gate. Straining his already tired arms, he turned the gate's wheel, his progress, limited if any.

"Peter! It's too late! We have to hold it off while we can!" Peter didn't know Susan had followed him. He ignored her urgent, hopeless words, cast them aside. No, this had to work.

"No! I can still do this!" he cried, perspiration as proof of his persistence flowing from his pores. "Help me!"

Both Susan and Caspian joined him. The gate began to slowly rise. Not quick enough.

"Exactly who are you doing this for?" Susan demanded.

Peter gave no response, for he knew no longer himself.

A distant sound of roaring and pounding hooves stopped the three. They watched as the centaurs' battalion raced by them.

"For Narnia!" Peter cried, drawing his sword in a single, swift motion. He, Susan, and Caspian joined the others, fighting for no other reason than life.

The battle ensued, all sense lost. Peter could no longer hear, could no longer feel, could no longer see. All was shouts and flailing weapons and limbs.

Without warning, a Minotaur, in all its might fell to the ground, at his very feet. Peter stared, unmoving, at its lifeless body.

Then, a most dreaded sound broke through his dazed stupor. He stared, dumbstruck and downtrodden, as the gate began to shut. Within moments, they all would be trapped inside Miraz's castle.

Quicker than Peter thought a creature could move, a Minotaur dove towards the gate, holding up its iron bars by its broad shoulders. The Minotaur groaned in effort.

It was then Peter knew, or, rather, allowed himself to know. Hope of a victory was long ago lost, though he refused to believe it. But seeing this Minotaur, the strength being poured out of it like a wine offering, the sensible part of him finally broke through its bondages and with it escaped a yell of defeat, of loss.

"Fall back!"

Peter ran throughout the courtyard, telling all he could, "We need to retreat, now!"

"Go!" He yelled to Susan. Without any sound of argument, Susan jumped on the back of a Centaur, nearing the ever slowly closing gate.

"Caspian?" Susan responded in parting.

"I'll find him!" Peter reassured her.

With that comfort, Susan and the Centaur ducked through the small opening and rode off into safety.

"Go! Get out! Go! Retreat!" Peter continued to yell over the din.

Caspian and Dr. Cornelius, both on horseback, entered the battle scene.

"Peter!" Caspian yelled to him, motioning the extra horse accompanying him.

Peter looked at Caspian, then urgently at the struggling Minotaur, then at his still fighting soldiers.

"NOW!" Miraz's cry echoed throughout. All stopped, all watched, as an arrow whizzed through the air, hitting the Minotaur directly in the chest. Arrow after arrow emitted from the enemy's crossbows, nearly all hitting the Minotaur, their targets.

"Peter!" Caspian repeated urgently as the Minotaur began to waver.

That's when Peter, the Magnificent High King of Narnia, made a split second, and rash, decision.

A yell of defiance released from his dry lips as he grasped a fallen dwarf at his feet, flung the wounded creature on the unoccupied horse, and slapped the horse's flanks into a gallop. Caspian, Dr. Cornelius, and the unidentified dwarf slipped underneath the gate, just in time.

The sound, quite similar to that of the air being let out of a balloon, as the Minotaur fell to the ground, crushed underneath the heavy iron bars, boomed.

The trapped Narnians shouted in anger, in fear. Peter stood, sword at his side, gazing through the gate into the clear moonlight. Caspian looked back, astonishment and disbelief capturing his features.

"Peter!" Susan sobbed. The Centaur grasped her as she tried to run back to her brother.

He continued to stare back at the small group who managed to escape. Grim determination hardened his jaw. He put up his hand in parting, in farewell. He turned his back on the free, wishing not to see their sad faces.

"Narnians!" Peter yelled, not in a tone of dismay but one of control. "To me!"