Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or any characters you may recognize from the books or the movies, I wish I did but I don't... I also don't own the Narnian Calendar. It belongs to Elecktrum who was kind enough to let me borrow it for my story. Her own stories are awesome and you should go read them too.

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple diplomatic trip to Telmar. They had been guaranteed safe passage. It was all a lie.

A/N: If you have not read the first five stories in the A Light in the Darkness main story arc (Awakening, Shadowed, Revealed, Concealed, and Rekindled), I highly recommend you do so for the full experience. However, I have included a quick summary of the previous stories so if you want to give this one a whirl on its own, you can.

Chapter Seven: Flee

Kat leaned harder against him as she shouted a command in Irish to Pepin. The gelding surged forward, sliding and scrambling to keep racing up the path. Peter glanced back at her. She looked even paler than when they had…when they had left Oreius behind. Actually, she looked pained. Her eyes were cloudy as she met his gaze, "We must…we must get back to Narnia."

He opened his mouth but she suddenly slumped forward, landing rather heavily against his back. He grabbed her sleeve to keep her from sliding out of the saddle, "Kat!"

She didn't respond. He grabbed Pepin's reins from her limp fingers and slowed the gelding to a halt. Pepin snorted and stomped as he champed the bit. Peter grimaced. He had forgotten that Pepin was war-trained to the point that he was at best surly with anyone other than Kat. Hoping the gelding wouldn't decide to be too unfriendly, he slid out of the saddle. Kat slumped forward and Peter gasped when he saw the dark wetness spreading across her left side and her back. He barely touched it and Kat let out a soft moan of pain as his fingers came away red.

The side of a treacherous mountain was no place to tend wounds. Peter carefully shifted Kat forward so she was in the saddle. Pulling himself up behind her, he took the reins again. He had to get Kat to help, to proper healers and fast. Aslan, help us. He dug his heels into Pepin's sides, causing the gelding to lunge forward before he settled back into the fastest gallop Peter dared to allow. He didn't want to lose Kat, but he didn't want to fall down these cliffs either.

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