My Destiny, My Fate, My Soul

By Rowan Night

A/N Hey! Sorry for the wait but life at my house has been extremely chaotic the last couple of days. Anyways I hope you like it and aren't to mad it took so long. Oh and don't forget to review please! Also there will be another chapter real soon...hopefully.

Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia (unfortunately) or any of the songs. I do however own Grace my O/C.

Peace, love, and Peter

Thank you from your author in training,

Rowan Night XxXxXxXx

Off To War (ch8)

Grace had been walking with the large column of Narnians for several hours when she heard Trumpkin talking to a Badger and another dwarf. Lucy was walking behind the three; Peter was at the head of the column, Edmund and Susan where a few paces behind Grace and Grace was right in front of Trumpkin and his friends.

"So? What are they like?" asked the badger. "Malcontents, complainers, stubborn as mules in the morning." answered Trumpkin. "So you like them, then." said the black and white haired dwarf. "Well enough" spoke Trumpkin. Grace smiled at this. Trumpkin really was a sensitive person, even if he refused to show it.

Grace decided to go and talk to Caspian. She would have talked to Peter but she figured he was supposed to look completely devoted to the cause, not flirting and showing a weaker side of himself. He was in charge of an army now; she would just have to let him reassert his command before she showed herself as someone that would be at his side through everything.

She ran up behind Caspian and as she came to his side she saw the reminder of his fight with Peter. "How's the lip?" she asked gently, looking at the gash and bluish, purplish bruise. He looked down with a smile. "The King has quite an arm. I will be fine thank you for voicing your concerns. And how may I ask are you?" She smiled at his formal talk. "I am just fine thank you. I would also like to properly thank you for the weapons. They are a great gift and I feel I could never truly repay you."

"No, there is no need to repay me. Besides, it wasn't even a gift from me my lady." "Grace." She said "I'm sorry, what was that?" Caspian asked confused. "Call me Grace. Not 'my lady' that makes me feel old. He laughed lightly. "Alright Grace. So tell me a bit about yourself. How you came to Narnia maybe?" She smiled up at him and then told him her story. She told him about her capture, and her voyage to were she was now, and she also told him a little bit about her home.

"So tell me a bit about yourself." She asked after it seemed Caspian had run out of questions. "Well, there isn't much to tell. My mother was killed while giving birth to me and my father the king died a few years later in his sleep. I was pretty much raised by my professor. He taught me all about the stars and sciences, and some nights he would even tell me stories about the Narnians. My uncle was the only family I had left but he only wants the throne. On the night my cousin was born I was almost murdered and then chased through the forest where I met the Narnians. Miraz will stop at nothing to be king."

At that name Grace's face twisted into a scowl. "What is it Grace?" asked Caspian concerned. "Miraz" she breathed as she touched her face were the bruise he had given her was just about healed. "Did he…" Caspian didn't have to finish the question because Grace's face gave him the answer. "Don't worry about it." She said trying to lighten the mood. For the next couple of hours the two engaged each other in easy conversation and they both saw themselves as friends.

After a while Grace noticed that Peter kept on looking back at the two. She normally never used her mothers ring to read others minds but she felt like Peter was distressing over something. As Caspian spoke mindlessly in the background she focused her powers through her ring and when she felt access to the minds of everyone within miles, she rummaged through them until she found one that 'felt' like Peter.

Why is she there with him? I thought she loved me… does she like Caspian more? Please no, I couldn't deal with that. But look at them, laughing and having a good time. What if she decides she likes him more than me? By this point Grace had heard enough. "Excuse me please Caspian." She didn't wait for his reply before she jogged of towards Peter.

"You really think I might fall for him?" she asked getting right to the point. "What?" he asked shocked. "Well you weren't being all that sneaky about your feelings Peter. Anyone could tell." She decided she shouldn't tell him she read his mind. It really was a huge invasion of privacy and she felt extremely guilty about it now. "Was it really that obvious?" he asked as he lowered his head. "Kinda. And just for the record, me and Caspian are JUST friends." "It just seemed like you guys were getting…"

He was cut of when Grace forcefully pulled him to a stop and made him face her. She slammed her lips into his a little too forcefully but she needed to get her message across. She kissed him with all the fire burning inside her. She didn't care who saw them and apparently neither did he. More than a quarter of the column had passed before they broke apart.

"I. Love. You." She said every word slowly, clearly and strongly. "I love you to Grace. I am sorry I doubted you. I guess I just didn't like the competition." Grace smiled as he rapped his arm around her and they began to walk. "It's okay. I think he likes Susan anyways." She laughed at the immense look of relief that spread across his face. Boys. Whatcha gunna do? I don't think I will ever understand them.

Things became a little weird after that for Grace. Peter had ended up being summoned back to the front and Grace had slowly made her way up to Trumpkin. As she made her way up the Narnians would bow at her like she was some sort of royal. "Why do they keep doing that?" she asked Trumpkin in a hushed tone once she reached him. "They think you are going to be there new queen." He said with a smile. "WHAT!" she almost screamed. "Hey, you're the one who kissed him, not me!"

Grace flushed bright red. Opps. She thought. After that she felt a little bit uncomfortable because Trumpkin was smiling cheekily up at her so she excused herself and rushed up to Caspian who was walking alone. "Hey." She said as she finally reached him. "So you and Peter are a betrothed?" he asked with a grin. "No. We are just a couple. Maybe later we will think about marriage but certainly not right now." She said trying to explain her and Peter's relationship. He laughed. "I see. It is good that he makes you happy." As he said the last bit Grace noticed his eyes rest on Susan's back. "You should go talk to her." She said with a smile. "No, I couldn't. She is a queen." He looked away from her quickly. "Fine, your loss. I think she really might have liked you."

Before he could say anything they heard Peter shout her name. She didn't wait for a reply from Caspian she just started jogging up to the front were Lucy, Edmund, Susan and Peter where already gathered. Grace heard something behind her and she looked back to see that Caspian had followed her to see what all the fuss was about.

"Trufflehunter says we are almost at our destination. I thought you might want to be up here with us for this." Peter said with a smile as he nodded towards the beaver who Grace surmised must be Trufflehunter. "Oh yes please!" squealed Grace as Peter grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

In less then two minutes Grace was pretty much pulling Peter down the trail to see where they were going. Just then Grace broke through the tree cover and she stopped dead in her tracks. "Wow!" she pretty much shrieked. It was only a couple hours past noon and the sun was shining down on a great field and of on the other side was what looked almost like a castle, but it was completely covered with grass and trees.

"Can I?" Grace asked Peter. He new exactly what she wanted and he nodded. She quickly kissed him on the cheek then let go of his hand and went running off into the field. She laughed and sang as she twirled and danced all around. When she was in the middle of the field she dropped down and lay with her eyes closed, soaking up the sun. She heard the distant sound of laughter.

She lay there until the sound of foot steps got closer. She sat up and saw the column was heading towards her. "Come on Grace!" cried Peter. She jumped up and skipped to his side. As they approached the grass castle Grace watched as dozens of centaurs walked out on ether side of the walkway leading into the castle. On her left was Caspian, Susan and Edmund. And on her right was Peter and Lucy. Once they were at the head of the walkway, the centaurs pulled out there swords and raised them in an arch for the kings and queens to walk under.

The 4 siblings began to walk and Grace and Caspian stayed behind. Peter looked back when he noticed she wasn't with them but she just smiled and gestured for him to keep going. He did as he was told and Grace after seeing the lost puppy dog look on Caspian's face grabbed his hand and pulled him along after the royals.

They were halfway through when a young centaur which was holding his sword to low was fixed up so people could walk beneath his blade. After the kings and queens passed his father let go of his arms and once again the sword drooped. She smiled as she let go of Caspian's hand and jumped onto the ledge. "Here." She said as she stood to the side and helped him keep his arms up.

After everyone had passed under the swords Grace left the centaur with a pat on the head and a couple words of encouragement. She ran inside and towards a Minotaur and asked him if he new where king Peter was. He gave her directions and sent her on her way. She ran down a few corridors, apologizing when she ran into people.

As she turned into a large room she froze. There in the middle of the chamber was a large table that was cracked and broken down the middle. Behind it was an arch and on the wall was a beautifully detailed carving of the great lion; Aslan. After she was finished staring her eyes drifted to the figures in the room. Peter was sitting on the ground his back against the broken table, Lucy was sitting across the room having a conversation with Susan and Edmund was circulating the room.

Grace walked to Susan and Lucy and sat down with them. "What's up?" asked Grace concerned. "Peter has decided we can't wait for Aslan any longer." Lucy said sadly. Grace new just as much as Lucy that they would need Aslan to win the oncoming war. She stood without another word and walked over to Peter.

"We need him." She said gently. He nodded somberly. "I know, I just don't know how long we will be able to wait." Grace understood were he was coming from. He had a huge responsibility on his shoulders and he new that leadership was expected of him. He couldn't just wait around for a 'savior', even if the savior was Aslan.

Grace let out a huge yawn and Peter grabbed her and let her curl up on his chest. "I love you." He whispered as he kissed the top of her head. "You to." She spoke tiredly as her eyes fluttered closed. "Sleep." He said as he played mindlessly with her hair. "M'kay." She said as she lost consciousness.

While she slept, Peter sat there stroking her hair and thinking. She really is beautiful when she sleeps. He thought as he traced her features, committing them to memory. I am so lucky she is mine. I could never have hoped for someone so great, and she loves me! I mean she really loves me. And I love her. I would do anything for her. I just wish I could keep her out of harms way.

He thought back on there old conversation and how she flat out refused to stay out of the battles that were sure to come. Besides, I don't think I would want to make her leave. As selfish as it sounds, I'm glad she will be there to support me, and I her. I will do all I can to protect her but my people must come first. I wish I could show her Narnia like it was before. Full of peace and the life in the land she loves so much. I would have spent every moment of my life trying to keep her happy.

Just then a wave of fatigue washed over Peter and he decided it was high time he got some rest as well. He bent over and grabbed a blanket out of his pack which happened to be with him and draped it over Grace and himself. He then rested his head on top of hers and let sleep take him.

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It was a couple hours later when Grace was gently woken up. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Caspian above her. "The two of you are needed." He walked around the table and Grace sat up and saw Peter still sleeping. She weaved herself out of his arms and looked down at him. He is so hansom when he sleeps. Thought Grace as she pushed a strand of hair out of his face. He stirred slightly but did not wake. "Peter. Wake up sleepy." She said as she gently shook his shoulder. His eyes drifted open and he smiled at her face.

"Come on your royal sleepiness. Your people await." She helped him to his feet and as they turned around. The stopped in there tracks when they realized that the 'people' had decided to wait right there in the room. They were all watching Peter and Grace intently. Edmund stepped forward. "One of our scouts spotted a Telmarine just beyond the tree cover. He headed back to where Miraz's army was last spotted."

Peter stepped forward into the middle so all of his subjects could see him. Before he spoke he flattened out the wrinkles in his clothing and ran his fingers through his hair. Grace walked up behind him and handed him his sword which he fastened at his waist. "Well then, Miraz's men and war machines are on there way." A Look appeared on Peters face. Grace new he was about to propose a stupid idea. "That means those same men, aren't protecting his castle."

Reepicheep the mouse they had met earlier spoke up next. "What do you propose we do your majesty?" At this time both Peter and Caspian stepped forward and began to talk. "We need to get ready for it." Caspian said as Peter said "To start planning for…" They both fell silent and began to stare each other down. After a couple seconds Caspian nodded in consent.

Peter turned back to his people to speak. "Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us." "That's crazy! No one has ever taken that castle." Caspian explained. Peter looked back to him. "There's always a first." Trumpkin stepped forward. "We will have the element of surprise." Caspian was determined to prove his point. "But we have the advantage here!" Grace was some what surprised when Susan supported Caspian. "If we dig in, we could probably hold them of indefinitely."

Peter looked a little betrayed at Susan's disagreement. Trufflehunter ended up breaking the silence. "I for one, feel safer under ground." "Look," spoke Peter getting a bit to close to Caspian then Grace Thought necessary. "I appreciate what you've done here. But this isn't a fortress, it's a tomb."

Grace looked sadly at the boys who seemed quite determined to win there arguments. "Yes, and if they're smart, the Telmarine's will just wait and starve us out." Edmund supplied Peter. "We could collect nuts." suggested Pattertwig the squirrel. "Yes, and throw them at the Telmarine's" Reepicheep said sarcastically. "Shut up." He directed at Pattertwig. "I think you know where I stand sire."

It seemed pretty much decided now; they were going through with Peters plan. Peter turned to Glenstorm, leader of the centaurs. "If I get your troops in, can you handle the guards?" "Or die trying, my liege." Glenstorm said as he bowed his head respectfully.

Everyone's attention was turned to Lucy who was sitting on top of the cracked stone table when she spoke. "That's what I'm afraid of." She said sadly. "What?" Peter questioned. "Well, you're all acting like there's only two options. Dying here, or dying there." "I'm not sure you've really been listening Lu." Peter said to her gently, but she would have none of it. "No, you're not listening. Or have you really forgotten who defeated the white witch, Peter?" Grace saw that Lucy's words had hurt him but he was refusing to show his true emotions. "I think we've waited for Aslan long enough."

With that Peter walked towards Glenstorm to discuss there battle strategy. Susan, Edmund and Caspian all joined in as well as dozens of others who were going to participate in the attack. Grace decided that if she wanted to be included in the fight, she was going to have to go tell Peter now or he would find a way to make her stay behind. She snaked her way through the crowd to where Peter and Caspian were standing.

"Peter. Fit me somewhere in your plan, because I'm not staying behind." She said rather forcefully. "Grace," he said quietly. He looked like he was going to protest but thought better of it. "Alright, I know you can take care of yourself in battle so I'm going to have you come with me, Susan and Caspian." Grace smiled glad she wasn't going to have to fight for her position. "So what's the plan?" she asked also noting that Caspian's face was twisted into a frown. "The plan is to sneak into the castle just a small group of us. Edmund is going to get himself placed on top of the tower to signal the troops when the time comes, Reepicheep and his men are going to sneak into the castle and lower the drawbridge and you, me, Susan, and Caspian are going to arrest Miraz and open the gates. There will be a few others as well but the main force of the army will be outside waiting for our signal." Grace nodded in understanding.

"I have an idea." She said softly. "I could put a sleeping incantation on the castle. It won't keep them asleep, but they will be less alert and less likely to spot us on our approach and slower to engage us when we attack." Grace saw that all the others around her except for Trumpkin and the Pevensie's were looking at her like she had just stepped of the bus from crazy town. She smiled lifted her hand and made a ball of fire appear in it. "I'm a sorcerer." She explained lightly.

"Good. That will give the upper hand." He turned to Caspian "You wanted an advantage. Well now we've got one." Grace turned to leave, satisfied she had gotten what she had wanted when Peter stopped her. "Where are you going?" "Well you don't need me here to work out the details, do you?" "Well, umm, I guess not. But where are you going?" he asked quite confused. "Well if we are going to go ransack a castle tonight, I'm not doing it in a dress. I'm going to get changed. Be back in a few." She said over her shoulder as she walked away

She walked somewhat aimlessly through the tunnels until she found a chamber that was deserted. She went to the corner and sat down with her pack. Grace opened it up and pulled out her clothing from when she had first arrived. She ran her fingers over the white denim as she thought back on the day she arrived in Narnia. She looked at the blood stain that had been made when the cut on her arm had tore open again.

"Naelc" she said and watched as the brownish red disappeared. She held the fabric in her hands tightly and closed her eyes. "Kcalb ot egnahc." She opened her eyes and was pleased to see the once white fabric was now black. Easier to sneak around in. She thought to her self.

She then pulled out her purple and black striped T-shirt. The purple was dark enough she didn't see a point in changing it so she left it as it was. Grace pulled her black leather jacket out and looked at the torn sleeve. "Dnem" she watched as the fabric stitched itself back together.

She stood up and worked at unlacing the back of her dress. Once she was free she slipped out of the soft fabric and pulled on her new black jeans, her shirt and jacket as well as her socks. She then sat down and began working on putting on her Converse Black and white buckle up boots.

She pulled her hair brush and makeup out of her pack. Grace reached up and let her hair out of its braid. She brushed through it lightly and let it hang. She was quite surprised that when it was out of a braid or pony tail it reached just below her shoulders. The purple in it was visible mostly from the front and under the shorter layers in the back.

She pulled her black eye liner out and began lining her entire eye. She figured that if she was going to act all 'secret agent' like then she might as well look the part. After she was finished she pulled out her eye shadow and covered her lids in a mix of black, gray and silver shadow. She finished of her eyes with her black mascara. She completed her whole look with her sparkly dark pink lip gloss.

Grace sat back against the wall and pulled out her song book. She thought back on her time here. Her view on life had defiantly changed. She was a different person now and how she was excited, scared and prepared for the battle that was soon to come.

~Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
Yeah we're feeling so good
Pickin' up things we shouldn't read
It looks like the end of history as we know
It's just the end of the world
Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as love, you could, you can

Into a place where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon
And we know that it could be
And we know that it should
And you know that you feel it too
'Cause it's nine in the afternoon

And your eyes are the size of the moon
You could 'cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good
just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could 'cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good

Back to the street
Down to our feet
Losing the feeling of feeling unique
Do you know what I mean?
Back to the place
Where we used to say
Man it feels good to feel this way
Now I know what I mean

Back to the street, back to the place,
Back to the room where it all began, hey
Back to the room where it all began
'Cause it's nine in the afternoon

Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could 'cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good
Just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon~

She realized her song didn't make much sense, but it was how she was feeling. Once she finished she closed her book and looked up. She was surprised to see Peter standing right in front of her. "That was beautiful Grace. And as much as I would like to stay and listen to your voice all night, but we have to get going." He reached down for her hand and pulled her up. Grace then picked up her sword and fastened it to her side and put her bow and quiver on her back. She put her back pack in the corner and decided to leave it there for when she came back.

She lightly fingered her purple heart shaped necklace. I hope this will really protect me mom. She grabbed her father's dagger and hooked it through her belt. "Okay. Lets go." She grabbed Peter's hand and began to walk towards the door. Peter pulled her to a stop and made her face him. "I know you think you know what you're getting yourself into, but you do realize your going to have to kill." He asked her in a last attempt to change her mind about coming. "Peter, I've taken a life before. I'm not afraid to do it again."

He nodded in surrender and they both walked out. Once they exited the building they were greeted by Susan, Edmund and Caspian. "You look nice." Susan said with a smile. "You to." She said as she noticed Susan had also changed into a more suitable outfit. "Let's head out." Peter said as he went to the front of the army and started heading towards the Telmarine castle. Grace took a deep breath then headed out. She new she was ready for whatever was to come.

A/N The song in this chapter is 'Nine in the afternoon' by Panic at the Disco. Also, I need people to tell me whether you want Grace to die, or to live. So REVIEW! Please!