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Chapter 2: Battle

Jill had long since realised that where she was wasn't Narnia, but it had a sort of Magic in the air, an older Magic than the air of Narnia. It was strange, she mused as she pushed past tree branches, that this place was so similar, yet different. She wandered if there was Aslan here as well, or if he was called a different name, like he was is her own world.

She paused as she heard a sound of to her right, and moon light shining through the trees, it seemed that there was a way out of the forest there. She made her way towards it, thankful for the new attire she was dressed in, trying to scramble over fallen tree trunks in her skirt and blouse. Her tights would have been ripped into pieces by this point.

The black dress was slightly longer than knee length, and she had hunting boots on. The warm jacket was black and silver, looking like moonlight through trees; it was the ultimate disguise for walking at night, though Jill was slightly worried as to why Aslan thought she might need such a good one. She crept around the next log, reaching the end of the forest, and seeing a raised hill, with four figures on it. Quite small figures.

Why thought Jill, they look like children. Slightly worried at the state of this world if four children were camping alone, she saw, out of the corner of her eye, dark figures creeping up on them. The dark things had a horrible magic hovering around them. That magic was so dark, so evil, it was a hundred times worse than the queen of the underworld, much, much worse.

She immediately drew her bow, and fixed an arrow to the string. The bow had also appeared on her back when she entered this new world. On the bow were the words, Lady Jillian, Protector of Narnia. She had gotten a warm feeling inside after she had read that, although she hadn't quite felt she deserved it. Why, she had been a right pest when first she went to Narnia... Arguing with Eustace over everything, forgetting the signs, even pushing Eustace of the cliff. Why she didn't deserve the title of Lady at all.

However, with the change of outfit, and the bow and arrows, there had been another gift. One that wasn't hers to begin with. For she had realised that around her neck, next to the lion necklace than Eustace had bought her, was another necklace. One with a cordial attached to the end. She knew instantly that it was Lucy's cordial. She had never seen it herself, but had heard Lucy describing it, and it was defiantly the same one.

She felt different wearing the cordial. It made her feel stronger, more like the Lady that Aslan had proclaimed her as, and it scared her a little. This necklace, had been worn by a queen, had been at the front of many battles. Though back in England Lucy was her friend, in Narnia she was her queen, and in this strange country, she would have to act as befitting to Narnia. As befitting to the lady of the cordial she was now wearing. I will make you proud Aslan, she vowed. Though it would have been easier to do so with Eustace by her side...

Jill raised her chin, she would be a Narnian Lady, brave, kind, strong and companionate, and she would start by protecting those children from the evil encompassing them. She watched as the fire went out, and dark figures started advancing on the children, then another figure jumped in, and started fighting the darkness, she knew that style. Eustace! She drew her arrow again, and released it, brushing past Eustace's shoulder, and into the dark shape behind him.

Jill fought the grin that was appearing on her face, this was just as they were in Narnia, working together. Why was she ever mad at him, he was her best friend, although she was pretty sure that best friends didn't blush whenever the other hugged them.

Jill's happiness was brought to an abrupt end when she saw Eustace push one of the children out of the way, and then crumple to the floor.

Eustace had been walking about the forest for quite a while, and night had begun to fall. He couldn't guide himself via the stars, oh, how he wished he had Jill with him. Adventures weren't nearly as fun by one's self. He finally reached the end of the wood, and saw a hill nearby, with a fire on one side of it. There were three shapes round the fire, and one other which seemed to be sleeping by the side.

Before he had realised where he was going he headed toward the fire. He had emerged from the wood cover, and moved silently halfway toward the hill, before the thought crosses his mind that the people around the fire might not be friendly. He was thinking about heading back to the woods, before it registered with him, that if Jill was in this strange new world too, then she would head for the fire. Though she wouldn't approach it till she was sure it was safe. Why, his only sure way of knowing whether she was here to was to get closer to the fire.

Eustace began edging closer to the fire, and in his heightened sence of awareness, still trying to hear Jill, heard others approaching the fire. He stopped, and looked around. With the light of the fire behind him, he could see dark figures gliding over the grass. He felt a growing sence of horror at their appearance, whatever they were, they were not men. The evil emitting from them was sickening; these creatures were the darkest beings that he had ever encountered. Eustace shuddered; suddenly he was extremely grateful for the sword that Aslan had given him.

Eustace glanced back at the fire, now he was closer, he could see that the people by the fire were small, no bigger than children, and these dark beings were heading straight for them. Eustace started running, he doubted that they had swords, or if they did, that they knew how to use them against these creatures. Maybe he wouldn't be able to last long agaist them, but by the Lion, he would defend those children as long as he could!

By the time Eustace got to the hill, the dark creatures had surrounded it, there were more than he thought, and they seemed to being going after these children in particular. Then he got closer, they weren't children, they were little men, but he had been right about them not being able to wield a sword. They had little swords, like butchers knifes, but other than swinging them around wildly, and almost cutting each other's heads off, they weren't doing much.

Eustace watched as the nine dark creatures approached the little men, and saw one of the taller beings, swing his sword at one of the little men.

"Watch out!" Eustace's shout sounded just in time, and the little man jumped out of the way of the black sword. Eustace shuddered as he looked at it, dark blades were generally covered in poison, or so he had learnt from Rillian and Puddleglum, though since Puddleglum thought the worst of almost everything, Eustace didn't think that his opinion counted.

The close shave spurred Eustace back into action, he leapt in the way of another of the dark beings, who was just about to cut the head of the smallest man, and stopped his blade with his own. He watched in shock, as the Narnian blade glowed gold, and cut through the darker blade, reducing it to two halves. With a smile, and a gleeful shout of "Thank the Lion", Eustace put his all into the fight. He felt silver arrows fly past, and him those who were creeping up behind him. His joy at this confirmation of Jill's existence was like a whirlwind of happiness, which he channelled into his blade as he spun around, cutting black blades into pieces. For only Jill could shoot so close and yet still miss him, and nail the enemy behind him. Only she was so brilliant at archery.

Eustace noticed another figure leap into the fight, also clad in black, but a softer kind, his aura was lighter, more, more... Good was the only way that Eustace could describe it, and the torch of fire in his hand was bearing the eight dark beings away. Eustace looked back at the little men with a smile on his face, and then noticed the ninth being standing over one of the men, a non-shattered black blade in his hand.

Before he realised what he was doing, Eustace had thrown his sword at the being, and pushed the man out of the way, just in time for the black blade to enter his stomach. The pain was worse than anything he had ever felt, and brought him back out of the warm comfort of knowing that Jill was here. The last thing he heard was her frantic voice, and her footsteps running up the hill. The last thing he saw was her worried face, as she dropped to her knees beside him, and then his vision went black.

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