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Ella's POV

I was awoken by nimble hands shaking me. My eyes flickered open and landed on my sister Pessia who had a blank expression on her face.

"What is it Pessia?" I asked her as I turned in my bed.

"Ilana and Liora are gone," she replied. I sat up in my bed right away and tried to remember if they were in bed when I came in last night.

"Where could they have gone?" I asked getting out of my cot and started to pace around the tent. I didn't remember seeing them in bed when I returned, they must've left before I got back.

"Eden, do you have any idea?" I turned to my other sister.

"No, I'm just as puzzled as you are Ella." Just as she finished speaking a dryad blew in through the tent opening bringing a gentle breeze with her. We all turned around and stared; it was rather an inconvenient time for us all.

"I bring grave news from your sisters and the Queens of Narnia."

"They're okay?" asked Pessia as she walked towards the floating woman.

"Yes, my lady they are safe."

"Then what is the news you bring?" asked Eden.

"Aslan is dead," the dryad said softly. I felt my heart stop for a moment. I looked to my sisters as their faces contorted into pain. Pessia let out a howl of sadness and Eden dropped to the floor and began to hit the ground hard as she too began to weep. I stared around the tent as the dryad left us all to mourn. I sat down on the bed and buried my head into my hands. I was to shocked to feel anything.

Soon after, Peter and Edmund came rushing in with the same saddened expressions my sisters and I were wearing.

"So it's true then?" asked Edmund as he took in our tear stained faces.

"Our sisters wouldn't lie about this," replied Eden her voice monotone.

"You're right, they wouldn't," said Peter as he took a seat next to me. I edged away from him slowly not wanting to be near anyone but my father.

"What now?" asked Pessia.

"Ella takes charge. She was made father's heir for this very reason. She has to make battle plans now before the Witch strikes," said Eden. All four pairs of eyes turned to stare at me.

"No, I can't!"

"Why not? This is what you've been trained to do Ella," said Pessia.

"I won't!" I growled out, "If I do it means he's really gone and he can't be gone! I'm not ready yet!".

"Ella, you are. You got all of us this far and lead those battles against the Witch all those years ago," said Edmund.

"And look what happened! My sisters died during those battles and now so has my father! I cannot lead anymore people to their death! I will not!" I screeched at them all. I stood up and broke into a run. I ran out the tent and into the dark and silent camp site. Every Narnian was burdened and saddened by the death of their rightful leader. I transformed into my lioness form and ran to my favourite spot.


I was nearly there before I heard the footsteps of Peter's horse. I pushed harder to pick up speed. I didn't need his sweet talk in this moment. I needed to reprimand myself and my actions. How could I be such a helpless leader. These people needed a strong warrior and all they have is a weeping mess of a leader.

I saw the edge of the cliff become closer and closer. I knew I should slow down, I knew I should stop, but these thoughts inside my head kept pushing me further and faster as time passed. Narnia would be okay without me, they'd have Peter and Edmund as leaders; they will be strong for Narnia. My mind was made up and for some strange reason I knew this would be my end. I ran faster then I had in a long time and transformed into my human form. I knew that as a lioness i'd never be able to die as I was immortal that way. Just as I was about to run off the edge I felt strong hands around my arm pull me back with such force that both of us fell to the ground mere centimetres away from our death. Up until this point, I had not cried over my father, but when I looked up into Peter's eyes, I broke down into a sobbing girl.

"Hey, it's alright Ella, I promise," Peter said as he held me close.

"No, it's not alright! My father is dead! I should've been with him Peter, but no! I was here with you instead! How is everything alright?" I sobbed at him.

"It's not your fault Ella."

"It is! If I were with him, I could've persuaded him to stay at camp, I could've protected him!" I sobbed again.

"You can't take on the Witch by yourself," he said as he stroked my hair.

"With all she's done it's more than enough to fuel my revenge! My father, my sisters, what more does she want? She might as well take my life! Oh!".

"Do not say that Ella, there was nothing you could do. This is not your fault, nothing is your fault!"

"You're right, it's not. It's yours! I knew from the start you were trouble! If it weren't for you coming to this world, giving us all hope and sitting on this cliff with me last night, my father might still be here!" I yelled at him in my teary haze.

"My fault?" he asked confused.

"Yes, your fault. If it weren't for you coming up here and whispering sweet nothings into my ear and keeping me up here all night, I could've prevented this somehow!".

"You came up here first," he pointed out hurt.

"Yes, with every intention of returning a few minutes later, not six hours!" I yelled as I pushed myself away from him.

"Ella, come on, no one could've stopped this!" he said as she followed suit and stood up once again coming face to face with me.

"I could've and you prevented that! Leave me alone, I don't want to be within a hundred miles of you! I trusted you and I opened up to you! How could you just betray me like this!?" I yelled once more. Peter looked down to his feet and back up towards me.

"Fine, Ella. I'll leave but what am I going to tell our people? That's Aslan's heir refuses to fulfil her position?".

"Tell them Aslan's heir has passed on her duties to the King to be. Now leave." Peter backed up with a hurt look on his face and mounted his horse. I looked away as tears threatened to escape my eyes once more. I could feel Peter's gaze burn into the side of my face but soon enough he left and I was left all alone, with the silence and the tempting option to jump.


Peter's POV

I rode back to the camp sight with a heavy heart. Just when Ella and I were becoming friends, good friends, something like this happens that goes and turns it upside down. She thought it was my fault, how can she not understand it was no ones fault that something this cataclysmic was not anyones fault. She should know better than anyone that Aslan did things for a reason and with purpose.

I stopped and got off my unicorn as Orieus approached me.

"My King, we're is the General?" he asked hopeful.

"The General has given up her duties and passed them onto me. I doubt she will return to camp anytime soon. She was rather upset and in a sad state."

Oreius' eyes fell to the floor, they doubt he had of me was evident in his eyes. "No one has checked Aslan's tent yet, maybe he's in there and this was all a misunderstanding."

"You're right, I'll go now." With a hopeful heart I rushed to the biggest tent in the camp. I pulled the tent opening back and stepped in half expecting to see Aslan and half expecting nothing but darkness. I was greeted by the latter and for the second time that day my heart broke. He really was gone. I stepped back out of the tent and was faced by Edmund, Oreius, Pessia and Eden.

"It's true, he's gone." They're hopeful expressions dropped and were replaced by tears and frowns.

"Then you'll have to lead us. There is a whole army out there ready to follow you," said Edmund as we all gathered around a table that was covered with a map of Narnia and a box of wooden soldiers and archers.

"He's right. If General Ariella has handed over her duties to you, you're now our leader," said Oreius.

"She handed over her duties?" asked Pessia surprised.

"She didn't think she was ready," I said replaying our conversation in my head over and over again.

"So what are you going to do?" asked Eden.

"I can't," I told them. I doubted myself just as much as Ella had doubted herself.

"Aslan believed you could and so do I," said Edmund as he gave me a small smile. I looked to Oreius who also smiled.

"What are your orders?" he asked and the four of us began to chip away at a blooming stratergy.

"We must ready ourselves for battle," said Oreius as we finished our battle plan.

"What about Ella?" asked Edmund from his seat.

"Ella knows what she's doing," said Pessia softly. Oreius nodded and various faun's and dwarfs escorted us to the battle armoury to be suited up.


I sat in silence as the men placed my armour and protective leather over me and taught me how to do it for myself one day. I was given my sword Father Christmas had given me and I was left alone which was enough time for my doubt to creep back in. I sat on a stool and nervously rubbed my hands together.

"That armour suits you," said a familiar voice. I turned around to the tent opening and was greeted by Ella who was already in her own armour and protective leather.

"I thought you didn't want to be within a hundred meters of me," I said gruffly. As my words tumbled out I realised how harsh they were and I saw Ella flinch as they sunk into her skin.

"Peter, I'm sorry," she said as she walked over to me.

"I know," I said standing up and meeting her half way.

"I didn't mean anything at all, I was just upset. Of course it wasn't your fault or mine and of course no one could stop what happened because it was my father's choice. I was foolish to think and say the things I did, I hope you can forgive Peter, please?" she asked as she placed her hand over my heart.

"Of course Ella. I forgave you the moment you said it. I knew you didn't mean them after what you'd said last night."

"You'll be a great King," she said as she embraced me. I pulled her closer to me too and cherished her touch. Who knew if I'd make it through to do this again?

"What if I don't make it through this to become King?" I asked her as she pulled away from me.

"Don't doubt yourself Peter. My father never did, I do not and neither do your people. Self doubt is ones worst enemy when it comes to battle."

"How do you get through it then?" I asked.

"80% percent luck, 10% faith and 10% skill," she said laughing.

"Is that all?" I asked raising and eyebrow.

"No, it's not," she paused. "It's taken me many years to figure out what this necklace does exactly and right now, you need protection from sorcery more than I do," she said taking off her Aslan necklace and passing it to me. "Keep this with you at all times and help will come your way when faced by magic."

I nodded and tucked the pendant into my breast pocket. Ella smiled at me and we were surrounded by a content silence.


We were lined up on the battle field. Oreius to my left, Ella to my right and Pessia to her right. Our army was behind us ready to start the fight but we were waiting for our enemies and our messenger in the sky.

The Gryphon landed in front of us shortly with a worried look on his face, "They come, your highness', in numbers and weapons far greater than our own."

"Number do not win a battle," said Oreius wisely. I shook my head softly and looked to Ella.

"No, but I bet they help," I said, my voice laced with doubt and defeat.

"Don't speak like that Peter, we're going to get through this," she said. I nodded and pulled down the front of my helmet.

"Are you with me?" I asked them both?

"To the death," replied Oreius.

"For Narnia and for Aslan!" I roared. With this as their signal, the army charged on behind me and within no time we'd made impact with the witches army.

With Ella next to me and Oreius on the other side, I felt confident that the people of Narnia would get their home back. My training over took me and I was cutting down the witches followers with no difficulty at all. It was only when more of her troops arrived did I begin to doubt our success.

"There's too many of them!" I yelled out to Ella who has just drove her swords through a minotaur.

"It's your call Peter, I've handed my duties to you!" she shouted back.

"Oreius! Shall I call it?" I yelled as I fought another black dwarf.

"Whatever the decision, I'll be behind you, your highness."

I looked around me, the Narnians were greatly out numbered, our only chance was drawing them back to the rocks.

"Fall back! Draw them to the rocks!" I yelled over all the pained cries and battle yells. I heard echo's of Ella and Oreius' voice as the carried out my orders. We rode back together and led the army back into plan B. I looked up at Edmund and nodded, initialising the release of the phoenix. Second later a female centaur let loose a burning arrow that formed into a phoenix and divided the battle field in half with a wall of fire. The Narnian army cheered!

I looked towards Ella who was smiling brightly at this little success only to be broken apart by shocked gasps as the Witch managed to extinguish the wall. We continued making our way up to our other position when I felt my unicorn jolt and I flew forward landing on the ground behind me. I lost my helmet and stood up frantically to look around. The Witches troops were catching up as was she.

"Peter!" Ella yelled as she stopped further ahead.

"Keep going!" I yelled back to her. I saw Oreius, Ella, Pessia and a Rhino exchange looks as they turned around and charged back towards the direction we came from.

"Stop!"

"No!"

"Come back!" I yelled at them. I closed my eyes not wanting to see what kind of fate Oreius had as he charged the Witch with an almighty roar.


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