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"What we need to do is attack while we still have the element of surprise." Peter argued, he wanted to attack the castle.
"We should stay here and wait for them!" Caspian shouted.
"You act like there's only two ways. Die there, or die here." Lucy replied, everyone turning to look at her, sitting upon the stone table.
"If we wait here, we could hold them out, but they could starve us to death." Edmund responded.
"I agree." Hermione walked forward, standing between Caspian and Lucy. "With Queen Lucy." She turned to Caspian. "Caspian if you go to face your Uncle on his turf, your emotions will get the best of you. And you will go after him. I don't doubt it."
"I will not." He argued.
"Yes you will, Caspian, emotions are great for when your king. But not in a war. After all, war is a man's sport." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.
"It is not." Peter shouted.
"Really, So if Queen Lucy was High Queen, she would just find a war to fight in, so she can prove who has the better army? Queen Lucy would find another way. Peter you're not thinking of the Narnians, none of you are. You're thinking like a human."
"And what's wrong with that?" Susan asked, her voice rising.
"Humans are greedy, selfish people." Hermione looked around. "Do you honestly thing that the Telemarines just came over here for fun? They came to Narnia because they wanted more land, they called the Narnians savages, and yet you want to tell me that they'll just take your surprise attack lying down?"
Hermione turned to face Caspian. "Caspian, I trust you and I will loyally follow you where you need me, but not through this. Your Uncle is now King, do you not honestly believe that he will not have all of his Lord's men at the castle and here waiting for us? They have more men and if one of their men dies, they can be replaced. But the Narnians can't. Don't let the Narnians fall into just legends and fairy tales for our decedents because for a brief period this seems plausible."
"What do you know of war? We've fought through one lifetime, and now again. What do you know?" Peter asked her, his voice harsh, filled with hatred.
Hermione whipped around, eyes glaring at him. "I've been in wars, King Peter. I have been on the losing side of genocide's. I have fought through a holocaust of torment. I have been a prisoner of war, I have been tortured. And I have been killed." Her eyes softened. "And that is why I am here. To live, and help others not to make the same mistakes the side of good did when we fought a great evil. Thousands were killed because it was supposed to be just a simple battle. It wasn't." Hermione turned and walked out of the room. As she passed, Lucy and Caspian noticed tears.
"I still think we should do it." Peter stated, Edmund and Susan nodded.
Caspian stood in silence, knowing that he had been out voted. "I still believe that we can not win this war without Aslan." Lucy stated in return. "We can never win with out him."
"Aslan isn't here Lu, we have to do this." Peter said.
"Then I will wait here, with Hermione, for your return." Lucy whispered, as the war meeting came to an end.
Caspian found Hermione sitting of the rock ledges outside. He sat down next to her and grabbed her hand in reassurance. "This is going to end badly." Hermione stated, her hair blowing into her face.
Caspian stared at her, her curly brown hair and her chocolate colored eyes always shocked him in a way. She stood at five feet and three inched. Her face sprinkled with freckles from this journey alone. She was dressed in a red gown with chain mail that the fauns made for her. She carried no weapons, because she secretly held magic. He smiled as she turned to face him, her chocolate colored eyes were sad, as if she knew that there was going to be death.
"It'll be okay. We'll all come back safely." He whispered.
"Don't go. Please Caspian, I know that you want this to end, but I do fear what you will do once you reach the castle."
"Do you really fear for me? Or do you just fear me Hermione?" He asked, letting go of her hand.
"I fear what the war will do to you, even if we're not fully there yet. I fear that after this, you will get desperate, that you will feel lost." A tear fell from her eye.
"How can I show you that it won't end like that?" He pleaded. Ever since Hermione had came to him, he had felt a longing to be by her side. He felt that something, anything would take her away, back to her world. He knew that she secretly feared that she had died in her world, because that last thing she said to have remember was someone shot at her, then she woke up in the woods.
"Don't go." She whispered, grabbing his hand, squeezing it. "Don't leave."
"I can't, Hermione. I just can't." He whispered.
"Then I fear for you." Hermione dropped his hand and stood up to go back inside.
He stood up after her, following. "Hermione, listen if the Kings and Queens of old go, I must to. I have to go into battle with them."
Hermione turned quickly and he bumped into her. "And what? You don't have to go, Queen Lucy is staying and it isn't because she's young. She' staying because she knows it's wrong. We can't do anything without Aslan."
"That is what Lucy said." He whispered. "But I still have to go."
"To what prove to them? Prove to them what Caspian?' Hermione shouted, and Caspian was pretty sure that everyone could hear them now. "Caspian a Wise King stays in protest to battle when he knows its wrong. A Cowardly King goes to kill his family. What are you?" Hermione left him, turning to walk into the How.