Chapter Six: Venomous Intentions

Author's Notes: hello again all! This one might be a bit shorter since its taking a break from Edmund and the army for a bit and looking at the other piece to this story. If you know what I'm referring to good if not you'll just have to read and find out ne? reviews are appreciated more than you know. This is back to K+ I just had the last one T as a precaution there really wasn't much to it but blood isn't the point. Anywho before I continue babbling on onward with the chapter!

(Same night as Battle)

Galen looked at his forces and growled whirling at Draum he unsheathed his sword stabbing viciously into the ground right before the wolf's nose causing him to yelp and draw back.

"What was that for!" the wolf snarled looking up to his commander.

"We lost this battle after months of victories one man cannot change the tide of a war!" Galen was seething, furious that not only had he lost troops but he had lost to an enemy who had bested him before. An enemy he thought was dead long ago.

"I did not lose this battle everyone did Commander you were there as well." The wolf snarled, "Were you not the one to draw first blood of King Edmund why didn't you finish the battle!"

With a shout Galen snatched his sword pulling up dirt and grass with it. Draum moved away a step at the sheer fury he read in his commander's eyes this was a time when doubt would seem as treachery and lives would be lost should any news of this reach his ears.

Galen stood looking at the wolf as though contemplating ridding himself of a troublesome second in command before channeling his fury in a stroke that drove the blade deep into the trunk of a tree standing right nearby.

Draum sighed there would be no reasoning with him tonight, nothing would be accomplished and more of their army would die at the hands of the reformed Narnian army.

He shook his head; it couldn't happen they couldn't usurp the position of the King for nothing! They had to get to Narnia.

Watching his master carefully Draum recognised the signs that he was calming and spoke carefully, "What if Sir we plan a counter attack might we not cut them off before they can do more damage? One loss is not the end of the war but cut off the head of the serpent and it withers and dies."

Galen turned to look at the wolf carefully thinking over what had just been said. Then with a grim smile called his commanders to him gathering around a map spread on the forest floor.

"They were here at the land Bridge were they not? Now we can assume that they will move along the river considering that is where we've been attacking."

"How does this help us Sir?" one of the Colonels asked coming up to join the pair.

"All we need to do is track his party's movements and find out where their next move will be we can spot them in their tracks." Galen grinned pointing towards the map and the pins that marked the enemies' movements.

"I don't understand Sir what exactly would b the point of tracking them, besides the obvious reason of following them and making another stand?" a minotaur, one of his colonels, asked.

"We can send a tracker, one of our crows or ravens and when we find out where they are we send someone over to take care of the King and the rest of the army is possible." Galen smirked, "you said it yourself Draum cut off the head of the serpent and it withers and dies. So we send a group of our assassins to do the cutting."

"You aren't serious Sir!" Draum exclaimed, " He would be expecting that or something akin to it, and what if the archers are killed we will lose one of our advantages over the Narnians."

"King Edmund for all his wisdom," Galen spat the words, "would never expect guerrilla warfare, in all his battles against me I never used it call it a surprise attack if guerrilla warfare sounds to harsh for your ears." Galen told his colonel.

The wolf's ears went back his mouth halfway to a snarl from the stinging insult. He waited a moment before replying forcing down his anger, "You plan on the spies moving out tonight do you not Sir?" he asked though he could already guess the answer.

"Yes I am sending out our fastest trackers in the air they would be heard on the ground and that is not acceptable. They will track down the army I expect by early tomorrow morning at the latest; there can be no failure not for this. This will be the decisive stroke against the Narnians, King Edmund will not live much longer, and the nuisance will pass leaving us with a clear path to Cair Paravel!"

He stalked over to where the crows were waiting and ordered, "track down the Narnian troops and return with their location and movements should you fail to return by midday tomorrow do not come back to camp at all! Now fly!"

The three crows squawked and took to the air in a rush of feathers hurrying off towards the Bridge where the conflict had been hoping to find clues of their whereabouts there.

The birds flew overhead the river and luckily found tracks that lead upstream. Following them they soon found more clues and then the encampment itself. Squawking at their luck the birds swooped down for a better view of how they were situated and if there was any indication as to when they would be moving out. There were fires but no tents and rucksacks were still packed, most likely meaning they would be moving out soon.

Perched in a nearby tree the crows waited to see what the troops would do next. They were not disappointed some hours later the troops moved out apparently continuing along the river to meet up with another force northward.

With this information in mind the crows took off with a triumphant squawk heading back towards their master. They were back at Galen's camp by midmorning as per his instructions and passed on the information eagerly, to which he grinned this was perfect.

He moved to stand before his weary army and calling their attention announced, "King Edmund and his troops are moving northward, we are going to send a little surprise to the brave warriors of Narnia. Archers move out!"

The details of the plan had been spread by Draum and the other commanders so the archers collected quickly into a group and were ready to move out in an impressively short amount of time. Galen smirked at the readiness, his plan was going perfectly. With this thought firm in his mind he ordered, "Move out troops find the Narnians!"

With a loud cheer they sent the archers off towards their enemies in hopes that this unseen move might stop the army cold.

Galen was back at the map looking through it to the past battles he had fought against King Edmund, no he had never used this kind of tactic the 'boy' would be unready and defeated easily, his archers would see to that. Yes within a few short days the army would no longer be there and he would have a clear path to Narnia and to Cair Paravel for no one else would dare stand against his army with the King of Archenland indisposed as he was. Yes the battle was almost over, he could taste it.

TBC…..

A/N hey all I know this was a short chapter and I do apologize but I needed to do something from the "other side" next chapter will switch back to the Narnian side and continue the story, with, obviously, a new twist coming up. So keep an eye out and I will update as soon as possible! Thanks again for all reviews can be considered bribes to write faster lol.

So as school is starting back up and I continue to work my job updates may become somewhat sporadic at this time however I will write often and update as much as possible I promise!

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