A/N:This is all Gryphon and some Aslan. Enjoy!

Run fast for your mother; run fast for your father
Run for your children all your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind.
You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

The Dog Days are Over-Florence + The Machine

GryphonPOV

My light wings batting the air, the sun peeking out from light grey clouds now and then, my heart bursting with hope.

Aslan.

The one who had taken me in and given me a home, a name, an identity.

And then left me.

I didn't care. I loved Aslan. He's the family I never had. Something clouded my eyes, and I realized they were tears. The first in one hundred years. I'd been experiencing a lot of firsts in the last day and a half.

Escaping. Crying. Flying. Running. Seeing Father Christmas. Battling Maugrim.

And now seeing Aslan. I let out a wild cry, my emotions tearing out of me. My tail waved, the feathers automatically twitching and moving to help steer myself when a little gust of wind blew me off course.

And then it was there. I could see Cair Paravel on the coast, and the red and gold tents of the army. I whistled out to those below, and I saw their faces turn upwards at me as my shadow passed overhead.

All I had to do now was to prove I wasn't a servant of the White Witch.

I swirled, aerial flips that made my feathers flutter in the most amazing way. Coming out of a dive, I snapped out my wings, flying straight up. When I was high up, I freefalled, the wind hitting me head on. The ground grew closer, and the people gazing up at me in awe told me that they'd never seen a dragon before. They probably thought I was a wild dragon of old, coming out of hibernation.

I unfurled my wings again, slowly, slowly evening out. I heard shrill cries, and then I was soaring with Gryphons, their dark browns mixing with my pearl white.

I lowered my thin form closer to the ground, wheeling so I was at the edges of the camp before touching down, my paws hitting the ground lightly. The Gryphons surrounded me, their excited chattering muted as I began padding towards the largest tent on a small ledge.

Smiths stopped what they were doing, leopards and other cats coming out curiously. Fauns and Centaurs stared, unused to my size and weight.

I saw a centaur step forward as I came so very near to the large tent. He came towards me. "I am Oreius, General of this army. What business do you want here dragon?" his dark hair hung over his shoulders in waves, a dark beard forming on his chin. I jutted out my muzzle.

"I bring news of the Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve. I, Lady Gryphon of the Southern Skies and former General of Aslan, request an audience with Aslan himself immediately."

As soon as those words came out of my mouth whispers and mutterings rose to an excited level.

Oreius suddenly bowed, the others of the army following suit. I knew. "As you wish, my Lady." he said in a noble voice.

Aslan was here. My heart beat so fast I swore all around me could hear it, my wings flaring before folding neatly upon my flanks.

It was as if time was slowly freezing. A flash of gold emerged from the tent before me, and then he emerged. The proud mane of his was still the same, the same grace in which he moved still there. His pelt shimmered with the glimmer of thousands of sunbeams, his eyes the same piercing light brown. His long tail hovered just above the ground.

Right there, I bowed before him.

"Aslan." I managed to say, raising my head.

"Gryphon." he replied, his eyes gentle and loving. "My young one. It has been one hundred years since your capture. How do you fare, and what news do you bring?"

"I was trapped in the White Witch's castle for one hundred years, in chains, hidden away in a crystal egg she used to show me off as jewelry. It has taken a toll on me, I am afraid."

He nodded. "But you have gained wisdom since the last time we have met."

"And more than enough pain to last me another century." I replied.

"Unfortunately. You said you bring news of the Sons and Daughters?" his eyes were still calm, but a stormcloud was gathering.

"They are two days journey from here, traveling with Beaver and Beaver. One of them is gone, spirited away by the Witch and her magic.'' I said shamefully. "I am sorry."

He padded forward, only coming up to my legs, and rubbed against them in comfort. "It was not your fault. Let us be gone from here. We have much to speak."

The gathered army scattered like leaves in a wind. I nodded gratefully, my hackles lowering. I'd never liked being stared at like a rare insect. "Come, child." Aslan rumbled, beginning to move away from the camp. I took in his fluid movement before following, feeling naked in his presence.

We walked in silence, my thoughts calmed, my very being filled with love and happiness.

The forest began to move around us, the tree spirits coming out with whistles and sounds of trees, their leaves and petals swirling together around us. Birds appeared, and I snapped at a few that pestered me playfully.

"I see your childishness has not changed, dear one." Aslan purred, his mane full of flowers and vines. I giggled, the sound bubbling out of me like a river.

"And yours has not either Aslan." I threw back my head, releasing more laughter.

"But now for more troubling matters, Gryphon." Aslan sobered. "The war is so very soon, and we need all the help we can get. I need another General to help lead my army. Will you become General Gryphon once more?"

My heart stopped for a moment. The last time I had been General was a long time ago, when I was human. "Aslan, I can't. I'm not the person I once was. I'm a beast now, not human. How can I help lead an army?"

"Unfortunately, I cannot break the curse placed on you, my young one. But I can make it so you can be human for a short while."

Hope sparked in me again. "How?"

"I can revive the human part of you again, but you must stay close to me at all times, or have something of me with you."

"Yes, anything Aslan. I would become General for you once more if I could be a human if but a short while."

"Very well."

And with that, he opened his jaws and breathed on me, the scents of the forest and rain washed over me, and then I was on my hands and knees. My thin body suddenly felt weak, the energy in my body deserting me. I fell forwards, and knew nothing.

AslanPOV

The lion struck out a paw, catching Gryphon before she fell facefirst into the dirt.

"Unfortunately, it seems you have exhausted your strength to merely get here." he mused. "But then again, the dragon race had extreme stamina and strength. It would not surprise me if she did not notice it herself. But, it seems it has all caught up with her."

Somehow, the big cat managed to get Gryphon on his back, and he slowly made his way back to camp with the sleeping girl.

The sun slowly continued its fall through the sky, night fast approaching. Aslan's mane caught the dying rays, turning them into spun gold.

"Oreius." he growled gently. The centaur came out of the shadows, his swords with him. "Yes? Who is that?" he asked, looking briefly at Gryphon.

"I will explain all to you later. Tell every soldier that they need to put out sentries. It is getting late, and we do not yet know what the dragons arrival will bring." with a nod, Oreius trotted off, his tail held high.

Aslan padded to his own tent, the huge bulk of it strangely comforting to him, thought the reason was unknown to him.

Shrugging through the entrance, he tilted his body so that Gryphon fell onto the large mound of cushions that made up his sleeping arrangements. Her face was peaceful, as she always was when in rest. Aslan remembered the days of old, when she had been his advisor, when she was known as Lady Raven. Then again, that had been when Gryphon was young, when she adored being named after her appearance.

But then she had touched a sword, and at her seventh year, came to him.

"Aslan, I do not want to be Lady Raven anymore." Raven said seriously. Her face was still young, but Aslan knew she had been in a battle already. She'd fought extremely well for one her age, turned into some beast of legend.

"Why not, little one?" Aslan asked gently.

"It reminds me of my past. When you found me." she replied.

"You are still young, and free. Your spirit soars like no other. Is that why you want to change that, so that you may mature and grow stronger?" although it didn't make much sense to Raven, she nodded as though she really did.

"Yes Aslan. I want to grow into someone I know I can carry a name proudly, but I do not want to be called by my appearance. I want to be called for how I act, and who I am."

The child had wisdom beyond her years in those words, and Aslan nodded.

"Very well. From this day on, you will be known as Lady Gryphon of the Southern Skies." the newly named Gryphon stood before Aslan, and she smiled, a childs smile. "Thank you Aslan!" she giggled, a little one again.

"Be off now Gryphon, or I might have to hunt you down!" Aslan purred, mock growling at her.

With a giggling shriek, she ran off, her long hair flowing behind her...

Settling down next to her, Aslan rested his head on his paws and let slumber claim him.

GryphonPOV

I yawned, stretching on my comfortable bed.

Wait. BED? I darted up, my eyes scanning for danger.

I blew a strand of hair out of my face in annoyance. Then realization hit me.

Human. I held my hands out in scrutiny, then feeling my face.

Looking down, I saw I was still in my regular dark colored tunic and pants, with dark boots over top. A boys outfit.

The very same I was captured in.

"It is good to see you looking better." Aslan's voice broke through my thoughts, and I smiled. "Yes, but I still have a long way to go. How long until sunrise?"

"Already being a General." he chuckled.

"Of course. And I am sure you remember what time I woke the army at, correct?"

"Before sunrise. Have fun." Aslan chuckled before low breathing took up the silence.

"I will Aslan. Wait; where are the weapons stored?" I silently hit myself. "Your sword and dagger are by the entrance. We managed to save them from scavengers."

"Thank you." Walking easily in the dark, I found the entrance and with it, my sword and dagger. "Strisnae and Fleurnoe." I murmured as I caressed their blades. Familiar to me, they seemed to sing as I attached them to my belt. I grabbed my braided piece of horsehair and tied my own hair up in a high ponytail.

Walking out of the tent, I surveyed the silent camp. "Oreius. Come here." I called out.

I heard his hoofs as he mysteriously appeared out of nowhere. "What is it?" he asked crossly.

"I am going to wake the army. Today we will train, and train hard. Understood?" I held my head high as I said the words, my old self making a quick appearance.

"Yes, my Lady." he said back just as proudly. I smirked. "I think you and I shall get along just fine, Oreius. Now blow that horn at your side. Immediately."

He glared at me for a moment before revealing white teeth in a friendly smile. "I think we will, my Lady."

Meanwhile...

PeterPOV

"I'm tired. Can't we stop and sleep?" Lucy asked quietly, her eyes drooping. We'd been walking all night, sticking close to the shadows. Beaver and Beaver were a force to be reckoned with when they had a mission.

"Sorry dear, not just yet. We're heading to the Crow's Nest, not far from here. We'll stop and rest then, okay?"

"Luce, we'll get to the Stone Table soon, okay?" I sighed, though I felt the same way.

"That's the spirit Peter." Susan said sarcastically. She was still skeptical about talking mythical creatures and beavers.

"Whatever Sus. Get over your skeptical self and realize this is real." I snorted.

She turned, her face twisted into her death stare.

I smirked, continued on ahead of her, letting her know I didn't care.

This would be a long day.

GryphonPOV

"Welcome to your first day of training boys." I barked out at the assembled soldiers.

"Who are you? Why should we listen to you?" a faun called out challengingly.

"I am the lead General as of right now. And unless you all want to die, you'll start listening to me right now." I was in General Gryphon mode, my soul tough and unmoving. Unless these fools wanted to kill themselves, they had no choice.

"Oreius is the lead General." the faun said stubbornly.

I held my head high, a frown on my features. "And what if I told you Aslan himself told Oreius I was in charge of training?" I challenged right back. Silence greeted me. I paced a few steps, my swords clearly showing.

"I'm not doing this because I want to torture you. I've fought the Witch before, and I am trying to protect as many of you as I can. Half of you probably can't even charge at something with those heavy spears."

"You've fought the Witch? How? The last battle with her was-" realization dawned on the faces of quite a few people. "One hundred years ago, yes." I replied tersely.

Instant uproar. I held a hand up, glaring at the creatures. "I'll make a deal with you. Live through today, and I'll answer your questions as I see fit. Understood?"

"Yes General!" they chorused back to me.

"Good. Now let's get going. We've got a long day ahead of us." I smiled to ease some tension.

Hey, I'm not a completely humorless General.

I got spunk.

AslanPOV

It was sunrise when the great cat left his tent.

And found it completely empty.

He let out a quiet chuckle at Gryphon's strategy. Aslan remembered her ruthlessness in waking up the army and training them from sunrise to sundown, with only a few questions. She was a good General, and a very free spirit at heart. She couldn't help but have a fierce nature.

Which is why he'd asked her to retake her position. When she was on the battlefield, that was where she was truly happy.

"Stay safe, little one. Try not to break all of them before the battle." he purred before heading towards the cliffs, where they were training.

GryphonPOV

"Quit complaining. I'm telling you right now you can't even lift that thing." I growled, eyes locked with a younger faun who was determined to pick up a huge spear, tipped with a dark silver metal on both ends. From where I was, it was made of a heavy wood, and difficult to move with in battle. Experience had taught me that. Well, until I'd trained myself with it. Now I was a master.

"But I want to be able to kill easily." the faun argued.

"You know what? It's not about the killing all the time. You are protecting those you love, and your country. Now, feel free to try and pick it up." I snapped back.

The faun bent down, and after some difficulty managed to pick up the huge spear. "Now let's see you run with it properly." I said expectantly.

He tried, I'll give him credit, but I know he wouldn't last two seconds against the Witch's army. "Give it here." I commanded, holding out a hand. He looked at me in doubt, but after sending him a glare he hesitantly put it in my hand, letting the full weight on my palm.

It didn't faze me. Calmly, I twirled it then rested the wood on my shoulder casually.

"Always the showoff, child." Aslan's voice came out of nowhere. "It keeps me happy Aslan." I grinned back cheekily.

"And careless." he reprimanded. I fell into a stance. "Want to test this theory?"

He sighed, and I could see him wishing sarcastically that he'd never helped me. "Very well, if it suits you."

Aslan pounced right after saying that. I dodged by taking a quick step to the side, switching so that the barb of the spear wouldn't hurt him. The faun was staring in wonder, obviously not over the fact I could pick up the spear all by myself.

Aslan growled, pouncing forward again, sliding like liquid under the spear and shoving me down gently with a huge paw.

"You do realize I would never make this last as long as it did Aslan." I giggled, losing the spear so I could grasp his huge neck. He backed up, helping me up as well.

I gestured once to the spear before turning, a hand on Aslan's smooth back as we walked away, chatting and watching the different techniques used.

If only the peace could last.

A/N: So very sorry for the wait.