The beloved lion stood tall and proud next to the Kings and Queens of Narnia as they watched their brother Edmund return to their company. Aslan could not help but smile inwardly at the bond these siblings had with each other as he watched Peter, Susan and Lucy embrace their brother. It made him proud.

"Now that you have returned Edmund, I must meet with all of you. The White Witch will definitely be on the move. War is upon us." Aslan spoke in his soft welcoming voice."Glenstorm, gather the generals and meet us in my tent."

"Did you say war?" Lucy asked looking up at the lion with fear in her eyes.

"Yes, dear Lucy it is unfortunate, but war is inevitable." The lion said with a reassuring expression. Just when Aslan was about to lead the Narian army generals and the Kings and Queens into his chambers, the loud bellowing of a horn was heard off in the distance.

Running towards the lion, Peter, Lucy, Susan and Edmund saw the figure of the first human they had seen since their arrival, dressed in what looked like battle armor. As soon as the figure had reached them, they pulled off the large metal helmet that had sealed their identity. With clunk on the floor, the silver battle helmet hit the ground as a flood of long black curls spewed out all over the metal shoulder plates, revealing the face of a young pale girl no older than seventeen years of age.

Dropping to her knees, the girl spoke in a rushed frantic voice, "My liege the White Witch approaches!" Gasps sounded from the Narians that had overheard and whispers began to fill the once mellow air. Edmund's face twisted with disgust.

"Rise my dear, the ground is not place for my most loyal subject." Aslan chuckled. The girl stood up and ran to embrace the lion.

"Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve, I would like to introduce you to the High General of the Narnian Army, and one of my closest friends, Ophelia the Brave."Aslan announced to the children.

Ophelia bowed graciously towards the Kings and Queens.

"I'm Lucy." The shortest one of the group said. Her strawberry brown hair clung to her face as she walked forward and hugged the stranger, who let out a shocked gasp.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Queen Lucy." Ophelia replied, her plump red lips stretching into a slight smile.

"Lucy, please do not scare her. My name is Susan." Susan called from behind her sister." And these are my brothers, Peter and Edmund."

"Well it is the greatest honor to finally meet all of you." Ophelia said, as she respectfully nodded in the Peter and Edmund's direction who simply stared at her with curious eyes.

"Mind my brothers, they have never seen a girl before." Lucy laughed noting the odd expressions on their faces. "Besides Su, and I of course." Susan laughed as both the boys faces turned the slightest shade of pink.

"She is here!" One of the Narians yelled. All eyes turned and sure enough the White Witch had arrived.

Peter watched as Aslan whispered something into Ophelia's ear. She nodded, signaling Glenstorm before running off into the woods. He wondered where Aslan had sent her. And he wondered what the White Witch wanted.

About an hour passed before Ophelia emerged from the trees. She looked all around for Aslan to report her findings, but could not find him. He must be his tent. Walking up the slight hill toward the tent of Aslan, Ophelia observed the frantic forms of the Kings and Queens, they looked as if they were waiting for something.

"Pardon me your majesty." Ophelia spoke, addressing Peter. She knew he must be the oldest, he seemed like the most obvious person to ask. "Have you seen Aslan?"

"He is in a meeting with the White Witch as we speak." He said motioning towards the tent.

"Oh Peter! What if what the White Witch said is true, and Edmund must die at some god forsaken stone table!" Susan cried, grabbing onto the arm of her older brother.

"Aslan will not...I will not let anything happen to Edmund or any of us for that matter!" Peter exclaimed.

"Then we must leave this is not our battle to fight Peter!" Susan yelled, her cheeks turning red.

"Susan, please..." Peter trailed off, he sat down on a nearby log rubbing his finger through his golden blond hair.

"We only stayed to find Edmund, then you promised we would leave." She said, trying to lower her tone when she realized how conflicted her brother was.

Ophelia gazed at Edmund who watched as his siblings fought. It was his fault, he knew it was.

"Do not blame yourself Son of Adam, we all make mistakes. You are not the first to fall for the White Witch's treachery. Just know that no one in Naria blames you for any of this." Ophelia whispered in attempt to comfort the boy.

Edmund turned around to face Ophelia. "Have you always lived here? You seem different, like me and my brother and sisters."

"I do not know where I came from, but I know that I only remember ever living here, in Narnia." Ophelia replied, pondering the question before she had answered it.

"And you can fight? I mean Aslan said you were High General of the Narian Army?"

"Yes that is true, not to sound to impudent, but I do consider myself one of the best with a sword in all of Narian. I shall confess however, that I have never been much of a threat with a bow and arrow." She laughed with a playful wink.

Edmund laughed along with her. "Maybe you can teach me sometime!"

"It would be my absolute pleasure your majesty!" Ophelia sang.

"Please call me Edmund." He smiled, his dark brown eyes seemed to come to life as if for a moment he had forgotten about the White Witch and the war.

"As wish you Edmund." She smiled back.

Ophelia silenced herself quickly when she noticed the eyes of Lucy, Susan, and Peter staring at her and Edmund. Her dark blue eyes locked with Peter's green ones for only a second, it was enough for her stomach to knot. She mentally cursed herself for the blush that crept across her face.

"Did I hear you offer Edmund lessons in sword fighting Ophelia?" Lucy asked, bouncing over to her new friend. "Can you teach me as well?"

"Lucy please, you are much to young!" Susan interjected, embarrassed by sister's irrational behavior. Lucy let out a displeased scowl.

"As are you Edmund." Peter spoke rising from his seat at the log.

"Am not!" Edmund shouted in defense.

Ophelia laughed. "Please, I would be love to train all of you. Is it not necessary for a King or Queen of Narnia to know how sword fight? Tis perfectly safe you know, learning..."

"I do not need training." Peter spoke, straightening out his stance, a smug expression on his face. They all rolled their eyes.

"If I may be so bold your majesty, how can you be as excellent as you believe if you have never had any official training?" Ophelia asked. Even if he was the King of Narnia, he needed a lesson in pride, that was very apparent to her, perhaps she could teach him a thing or two.

The King's face turned a deep shade of pink as his siblings burst out into laughter. Ophelia struggled to maintain her composure as she watched the boy suffer through his well deserved humiliation

"Maybe you would like to test me to see if I am too good for your training?" Peter enquired, attempting to regain his pride.

"Is that a challenge your majesty?" Ophelia asked, mocking his proud stance causing Susan, Edmund and Lucy to burst into laughter once more.

"Take it as you will, but tomorrow at dawn, I shall prove to you that I require absolutely no training." He exclaimed.

Ophelia chuckled. "We will see about that."

"Don't mind my brother, he has grown even more of an ego since we arrived." Susan whispered with a giggle into Ophelia's ear.

The Kings and Queens, along with Ophelia's attention was soon captivated by the reappearance of Aslan and the White Witch. The five of them ran quickly to the lion's side.

"How do I know you shall keep your promise?" The White Witch asked. Aslan simply let out an enormous roar that thundered through the valley. The Narians watched as the retreating form of the White Witch and her companions disappered into the horizon.

"Ophelia, Glenstorm, Peter, Edmund Susan and Lucy, I would like to see you in my tent now." Aslan demanded. Ophelia could not help note the urgency in her masters tone.

"As the eldest, and the High King of Narnia, Peter shall be in charge of the army, and lead them into battle against the White Witch." Aslan spoke once they were all in the privacy of his quarters. Ophelia cringed. It was not like she knew this wasn't coming. He was King of Narnia what did she expect? Being the leader of the Narian Army so long made Ophelia feel stripped of herself, like Aslan was punishing her.

Peter nodded.

"Glenstorm, I would like you to inform all the Narians to begin preparations for battle, as well as round up any remaining troops we can enlist." The lion ordered. "You are all dismissed, and Ophelia stay a minute would you?"

"Of course." She watched as her lifelong friend Glenstorm retreated from the tent, followed by the smiling forms of Lucy, Edmund, Susan, and the annoyed glance from Peter.

"Are you really going to allow that little boy lead the Narian army into battle?" Ophelia demanded as soon as the room was empty save for her and Aslan.

"He is quite the same age as you Ophelia." He pointed out.

She rolled her eyes.

"Peter is about to become the ruler of Narnia, he needs to know how to lead his people into battle."

"The Narians hardly know him, I hardly know him! How can we trust him? We have been preparing for this a long time Aslan, it is not the time to experiment with new commanders !" Ophelia cried, now pleading with Aslan to put her back in charge.

"Ophelia, you are right. That is why I need you, I need you to please respect my wishes. The army will follow Peter and he will be successful but only if they know you respect him and have faith in his leadership. The Narians adore you, and whatever you do they follow. This essential."

Ophelia let out a sigh of defeat. She knew he was right, and she was his servant she was bound by duty to obey Aslan, no matter how much she disagreed with his convictions.

"What shall I do my liege?" She murmured.

"I would like you train Edmund and Peter in sword fighting, Susan and Lucy shall learn from Glenstorm the art of archery. I also need you pass on the necessary qualities of a leader to Peter. Remember, he does not know Narnian ways, he will need your help Ophelia to learn."

"He will not learn from me." Ophelia spat, remembering his boost about his ability to fight.

"I see nothing but you that would prevent that." Aslan noted.

"His pride!" Ophelia exclaimed throwing her hands up in the air.

"And that will eventually subside." Aslan spoke with a reassuring expression. "I need you to promise me Ophelia that you will do all I ask."

Ophelia turned around and headed straight for the door in frustration. She paused for a moment, pondering over everything Aslan had said, the pleading tone behind his voice.

"I promise."