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Rude Awakenings
Miranda woke up the next morning feeling thirsty and sore. Sitting up slowly, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and groaned;
"I need to get back into the swing of it. Everything hurts."
She slowly stood up and stretched. Every muscle and bone seemed to scream. Putting her weapons on, she went to get some water.
It didn't take her long. A small stream slowly flowed through the forest, and she bent down. Cupping her hands, she dipped them in and took a long drink. Then, after drinking her fill, she splashed some on her face and arms.
Suddenly, an arrow whizzed past her head.
Miranda turned her head to see a dozen soldiers racing toward her. Seeing more arrows being shot, she did the only thing she could do after being caught off guard.
She ran!
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Peter's eyes shot open as he heard the sound. Looking around quickly, he saw his youngest sister leaving the group. Silently, he wrapped his sword around his waist and followed.
He followed her through dense trees and thick bushes, trying to keep up. All of a sudden he heard growls not far off, and he turned his head to see a minotaur. His sister kept going.
"Aslan?" she said.
Thinking quickly, Peter put his hand over Lucy's mouth, muffling her sound. She looked up at him in fear, then relaxed as she recognized him. Peter motioned with his eyes for her to take a look. She turned her head, and saw the minotaur.
Peter put his finger up to his lips, and slowly advanced toward the minotaur. His mind thinking only of the grief they had given them, he drew his sword.
Suddenly, a sword crashed down upon his, and within seconds, Peter found himself fighting a dark haired young man. The two fought furiously, and both lost their swords. Peter scrambled for a rock and shot up, finding himself held in place by his own sword. The young man held it within a foot from his face, his eyes dark and serious.
"No!" he heard his sister shout as she emerged from the bushes. The young man looked curiously at her, but Peter noticed something else.
Within minutes, the forest had become crawling with centaurs, satyrs, fauns, dwarfs, minotaurs, and talking animals. The Narnians had finally emerged!
Peter looked at the strange person he had just met, and a single thought came to him.
"Prince Caspian?"
"Yes, and who are you?"
All of a sudden, a voice shouted;
"Peter!" And Susan, Edmund, and Trumpkin came rushing towards them.
Caspian looked at the sword in his hands, then up at Peter.
"You are them?"
"I believe you called," Peter replied.
"I… I thought you would be older."
Peter, now thoroughly annoyed, said;
"Well, if you like, we can come back in a few years."
"No," he quickly said," It's just, you are not quite what I expected." Prince Caspian's gaze crossed over the whole group, taking it all in.
"Neither are you," Edmund commented.
"Your majesty, long have we awaited your return," Peter heard a voice behind him say. He turned around, and saw a mouse with a feather over one ear, bowing to him.
Lucy leaned in towards her sister and whispered something, making the mouse draw his sword and shout. Peter didn't notice. His eyes were quickly glancing through the crowd of Narnians, and a look of worry had crossed his face.
Miranda wasn't here either!
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Miranda ran as fast as her legs could go. They were still crowding in on her. Still, they came closer and closer, not giving up their relentless chase. Miranda's legs were screaming with pain; never had she run so far for so long. And the fact that she didn't know where she was going didn't help matters.
"Aslan, I need help," she whispered.
As if all she needed to do was say the words, the men behind her slowed down. It was not enough for her to rest, but it was a start. Choosing between fighting or climbing, she scrambled up a tree, knowing that her tired body would not last long.
She had just gotten high enough so that they could just barely see her when they surrounded the tree. All of them took out crossbows and began to shoot. But because the branches were so close together, they couldn't get a clear shot of her.
Finally, Miranda breathed easily for a few moments. As she calmed down, she observed her choices. If she went down, they were more than likely to get her or kill her. That left going from tree to tree trying to lose them.
Taking a deep breath, she ran from her branch, and barely reached the branch of another tree. The men underneath jumped into action, and began to slowly follow her. Every so often, one of them would take a shot at her, but would miss.
Suddenly, one of the branches broke, and Miranda fell to the ground. Thinking fast, she twisted her body around, and hit two of the men. Picking herself up, she kicked the stomach of another, and he fell back, falling on another. Then, she turned and ran, zigzagging so that they wouldn't get a clear shot at her.
The men didn't take long to nearly catch up with her. But no one tried another shot at her.
Suddenly, Miranda found herself in the clearing near the Stone Table. With nowhere to hide, and a dozen soldiers close behind her, she took her bow and an arrow out of her quiver and shot.
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Peter stood in the room with the Stone Table with his siblings, Prince Caspian, and the chosen leaders of the Narnian army. Now it was time to make a plan, time for them to make was with Miraz.
But just as he was about to speak, a faun raced into the room, his face red and sweaty.
"What is it noble faun?" Edmund asked immediately.
"Sir, there is a commotion in the clearing! A dozen Telmarine soldiers! But why they are here is a complete mystery! You are needed immediately!"
Brothers and sisters looked at each other, and then, without another word, the four siblings followed the faun to a nearby opening. Prince Caspian, a centaur named Glenstorm, and a few other leaders followed. They all stood near the opening, watching a near dozen soldiers, seeming to crowd in on something.
Then Peter saw a figure flip over two men, a sword in its hand, and long hair flowing down its back.
He gasped!
Miranda turned around, and was met by the soldier's swords. Recovering quickly, she began to defend herself. But Peter could tell by the way she stood that she was tired.
He looked over to his brother. Edmund met his gaze.
"If we tell them to attack, they may attack her. They don't know her. They may think her as an enemy," Edmund said.
"Which is why I'm going to ask you to do this."
Edmund smiled at his brother.
"Did you have to ask?"
Peter smiled at his brother, and the two drew their swords. Eyes on Miranda, they began to advance.
"Your majesty, please," Glenstorm said behind them, "Let me send our own soldiers in. They will finish them off quickly."
"I'm sorry Glenstorm," Edmund said, turning his head, "But it would take too long to explain this."
"Besides," Peter added, "This is personal."
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Miranda knew that she wasn't going to last much longer. Lack of food and water was finally getting the best of her. She would put up a good fight, but it wouldn't be enough.
Suddenly, one of the soldiers hit her on the back, and she fell to the ground. Seeing stars, she tried to get back up to fight. But as she turned her head, she saw a sword inches away from her.
"You have been a huge pain in the neck," the soldier said.
But then, out of nowhere, another sword threw the sword the soldier held away from Miranda.
"No one hurts my best friend while I'm on guard!" a voice shouted. A familiar voice!
She heard a thump behind her, and turned her head, only to see a familiar face.
"Edmund!" Miranda exclaimed.
"You had better believe it," he said.
"Hey, a little help over here!" Miranda turned her head to see Peter fighting three soldiers. Picking herself up, she raced toward him, her sword raised high. She slammed it down on one of the soldiers, and the odds became two to three.
Miranda soon found herself with Peter on her right and Edmund on her left, like so many battles before. The three fighters quickly finished off what was left, and they just stood for a moment, trying to catch their breath.
"One question," Edmund panted, "Before anyone else says anything. Where have you been??!!"
Miranda laughed and pointed to the soldiers.
"I have been a little busy."
"Well that's okay then," Edmund said, giving Miranda a friendly hug.
Peter turned to Miranda. Her face was flushed and sweaty from the fight, she looked hungry and thirsty, and like she could fall flat on the ground from exhaustion. But a smile lit up on her face, and Peter knew that once again, Miranda the Courageous, the Warrior of Narnia, had come back home.
"Welcome back," he said, wrapping his arms around his best friend.
Miranda sighed and said;
"It feels good to be back Peter."
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Okay, I need some advice. Do you think that I should change the rating from K+ to T? I just want to be safe about my rating. Please tell me if I should change it! Oh, by the way, I hope you liked the chapter.
