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Annie woke up at five the next morning, like she always does. She dressed herself in her usual clothes, a mens tunic and riding pants. She never wore dresses, even though it meant wearing guys clothes. She grabbed her weapon belt and put it on. Glancing around the room, she caught her reflection in a large mirror. Memories of last night flooded her mind. I wonder why he wants to go riding? It was kind of random, and we don't really get along. Great, so he's not just a sexist jerk, but he's a confusing sexist jerk! Her train of thought stopped when she felt the vibrations of footsteps coming down the hallway. Then the footsteps stopped. Whoever it was, they were standing right at her door, apparently hesitating to knock.

Peter stood right outside of her door. Is it too early? Maybe I should just wait until I see her. Susan and Lucy like to sleep in, so maybe it's a girl thing... He wondered. Then the door opened and Annie peered out at him. "Oh, hello." He said, surprised that she was awake.

"Hey, do you want to go now, or wait till later?" Annie asked.

"Um, let's go now; the forest is amazing in the morning," Peter said. Then, the two of them walked to the stables.

Annie quickly found her white stallion. "Hey boy, ready to ride?" Her horse gave her a whinny and a nod. Annie rode out of the stable and waited for Peter in the field.

Peter rode out on a chocolate brown horse with white flecks. "So, do you know where Lantern Waste is?" he asked.

"Oh, the Lantern in the middle of the woods? Yeah," Annie answered. "I'll race you there!" She added with a grin. Then she took off galloping into the woods. Peter followed, only a bit behind her.

Peter started to catch up, and soon their horses were galloping at the same pace. "So, your majesty, if you don't mind me asking, why the random riding session?" Annie wanted to know.

"First off, if I'm going to call you Annie, you can call me Peter," he said. "And I don't know. You're the first human around my age I've seen in awhile. Which reminds me, my siblings and I want you to stay at Cair Paravel for awhile." He said.

"Maybe, it depends why," Annie answered. She wanted to stay, so much to learn and discover, but she wanted to why they wanted her to.

"Well, it wasn't really an offer. It was more like an order." Peter said. I can't tell her it's because we suspect her as a threat!

Annie dug her heels into her horse, urging him ahead of Peter. She was a irritated with him, yet again. He can't force me to stay! Even if he is King, I don't have to stay!

"Annie!" Peter called. He urged his horse to go faster, but Annie's horse was fast, so he couldn't catch up. He heard the sound of a sword stabbing into something. He jumped off his horse and ran until he saw the Lantern. When he got there he saw Annie standing in front of a tree. There was a sword pinning her to the tree by the sleeve of her shirt. An armored figure stood near her, their bow ready with an arrow to fire.

Peter ran over to Annie, but before he could free her, the archer released the arrow. It shot forward, clearly going to hit it's target; Annie's heart. Without really thinking about it, Peter moved in front of her and took the hit.

Annie saw Peter get hit with the arrow and fall to the ground. She looked back to glare at the archer, but he was gone. She pulled at the sword even more frantically then before until it came loose. Once she was free of the tree, she knelt down beside Peter. The arrow had hit him in the chest, but on the wrong side. Good, not his heart, she thought. Then, she pulled the arrow out as swiftly as possible, forgetting her earlier irritation with him as he winced from the pain. Next she took off his already ripped shirt and examined the wound. It wasn't too deep, but when she looked at the arrow, she saw that it had poison on it.

After muttering a rather unlady-like expletive, she came up with a plan. Time to heal, she though as she opened the water holder on her weapon belt and manipulated some of the water into the air. She moved it gently over Peter's wound a few times, then she pushed it into the wound and left her hands on top, glowing. When she pulled the water back out, there were purple blobs in it. "And that would be the poison," she muttered. Then she manipulated the poison water into her water holder. Since Peter's shirt was ruined, she cleaned up his wound with it, trying to focus on the wound and not, well, him. Because to be honest, he was quite lovely; tanned, in shape, you know, just what regular girls probably fantasized about.

But Annie was far from a normal girl, so she focused on the garish wound instead.

Now that his wound was cleaned out, Peter seemed capable of talking again. "How did you do that?" he asked.

"Well, you see, I-" She didn't normally tell people about her abilities, and with good reason.

But Peter just reached out and tucked a strand of her hair back behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "You can tell me, really," he said, sounding sincere and kind; nothing like the boy she had argued with the day before.

"I'm an Elementor," she said, trying to focus on her words instead of his hand on her cheek. He really was quite handsome, but she had seen handsome boys before, and they were all the reminder she needed from herself to get past the King's good looks. "I can control the elements, which there are six of, by the way. Water is excellent for healing."

There was a pause, where Annie was all too aware of the heat radiating from Peter's hand on her cheek. "Are you feeling better now?" She knew he was, thanks to her healing, but she just wanted to break the silence.

"Yes, I'm fine now," he was still speaking in that soft, kind voice. "Thanks to you. I owe you my life."

Annie looked down at the ground. "No you don't, because for a short amount of time, I owed you mine," she admitted reluctantly.

It took him a minute, but he seemed to put it all together about the armored archer that had started this. "I supposed that makes us even, then." His expression changed as something else dawned on him. "And that proves my point. Girls aren't suited for battle. You almost died!"

Annie glared at him, feeling anger not only because of the argument but because the King was back to being a sexist jerk. No, it's just the argument; he's a sexist jerk, and that's the end of it, she thought to herself quickly. Out loud, however, she said, "As if you've never almost gotten killed! It's a basic fact of battle. That could have happened to anyone, male or female!"

"Yes, but it would happen more easily to a girl," Peter said. "Besides, you said that next battle you would prove just how suited for battle you are. If I hadn't come, you would have died!"

"Yeah, and then I had to save your life as well! Some magnificent King you are!" Annie retorted.

Peter was glaring now. "I've proved myself over and over again in battle. I can take care of myself, Narnia, and my siblings. And apparently, I can take care of you too," he countered.

"Well, it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself," Annie said. Then, she made a boulder rise from the ground, hopped on it, flew off towards Cair Paravel.

Peter got on his horse and saw that Annie's horse had already left. He started heading home, taking his time and trying not to think about just how powerful that girl he had saved might be.

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