A/N OMG, sorry AGAIN for the wait. I wouldn't get your hopes up for the next chapter quite so soon. I'm really working hard on trying to finish the story. But again I point out I can't be on here 24-7. I'm really quite sure by the next few chapters you are at least going to be confused a couple of times. I'll keep y'all in the suspense until the story ends. I'm already pre-sorry for what is going to happen. Happy Easter to those who celebrate it, and I guess happy Sunday to others. :)

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and stayed with me this whole time. I can't believe it's been, what? half a year? almost a year and I have gotten this far! You guys are amazing!

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Telmarines

"Look out!" Caspian shouted. I swung around to see two soldiers charging at us, swords out. Quick as a fly, I morphed into a wolf and tripped the first soldier while Sail finished him off. Peter took care of the other soldier.

"Go!" Peter shouted at us. I hesitated and looked over to see General Veirals urging his horse back towards their army. I growled and bolted after my brother back to our defense force. There was a sense of dread as we waited, round boulders being chucked at us with alarming speed. Lord Sopespian finally called for his first attack group to charge.

I exchanged a glance with Sail.

"Everything is going to be all right." He assured me.

"Sail," I said above the noise, "I know now is not the best time to ask but, what did you come back to finish?" There was a pause.

"I don't know, Flie." Sail responded, "They never—

Sail broke off as the Telmarine's catapult threw a boulder that landed almost directly in front of us. I let out a yelp of surprise and horror and leapt away. There was a large cloud of dust and I couldn't see Sail anywhere.

"Princess Flie!" A nearby Narnian shouted, "Are you all right?"

"Fine!" I coughed. I felt the ground tremble beneath my feet, and I looked up to see the Telmarine soldiers fall right into our trap. Susan shouted for the archers to fire and then Peter called for the Narnians to charge. Everything seemed to be going slowly, and playing right into our hands.

I bolted forward and bowled right into a Telmarine soldier. I took down one soldier after another. Showing no mercy for the ones I loved, I avenged them.

In no time at all we had destroyed the first group of soldiers. Then I looked up to see more Telmarines. In truth, I didn't expect so many Telmarines at once. There were more soldiers here now then on The End of All Things! I spotted Peter to the right of the battlefield and we exchanged a panicked glance.

"Back to the How!" Peter cried. We needed Aslan on our side to win this battle now. I turned and scrambled up the slope.

Draigh watched in horror as more Telmarine soldiers made their way to their line of defense. The soldiers were closing in on them now. Just as a few Narnians began to make their way into the How, the foundation collapsed and the Narnians were buried under the rubble. The black wolf turned away and looked at the frightened young Narnians.

Jo shot him a stricken look, before turning to encourage the Narnians. There was a strong sent of Telmarine soldiers in the air, and Draigh turned to see a group of Telmarine soldiers sneaking up on them—General Veirals among them. Many of the younger Narnians began to panic, their fur fluffing up.

"Just like in training!" Draigh assured them, although he knew that this was far more dangerous, "Keep your stance and don't turn your back on them!" Jo was suddenly by his side, "Attack!"

The Narnians rushed at the Telmarines like floodwater breaking through a dam. Their fear was great, but as was there hearts. But, out of all of the Telmarine soldiers, only one had silently slipped away and left the others to their fate. General Veirals glided into the forest unseen and waited.

Our escape plan was crushed. There was a deluge of terror in everyone as the Telmarine soldiers advanced on them. Narnians at the head of the line were still battling the fresh soldiers. I felt Sail press himself up against me, and I began to charge back at the soldiers with my brother at my side.

Other Narnians followed us and we continued fighting. I knew that we were fighting a hopeless battle, but I would rather die a Narnian than surrender to these tyrants! I morphed back into a human and pulled out my sword. I aimed and threw my dagger at a Telmarine that had the upper hand in fighting a fellow Narnian.

I reached down into my boot and grabbed my other dagger. Crying out in effort I used the Sight to send a strong force of wind to knock down an oncoming group of Telmarines. My vision blurred for a moment and I staggered.

"Flie!" Peter's voice registered in my head as I fell to my knees. I turned my head and nodded to my king before slowly getting up and charging at the Telmarines. My strength had been drained from me greatly, but anger kept me going.

A group of five soldiers drove me back towards the large channel we had created. As my foot reached the edge of the small cliff I looked down, distracted for a moment.

I felt a hand come into contact with my face and I fell back and into the ditch. I fell onto the dirt face first and was slightly dazed for a moment. Warm blood made it's way into my mouth and I turned so I was on my back.

My sword lay not too far off from where I was laying. A Telmarine soldier made his way over to me and swung his sword over his head. I threw up my arms to protect my face and lashed out my leg, tripping the soldier.

I felt myself being surrounded by the five soldiers who had driven me into the ditch. Two of them reached down and grabbed my arms, pulling me out of the gully.

"Aslan save us!" I screamed as I struggled against the two men.

The other three surrounded us in a crescent making sure no one got to me. The solders made it out of the fray and dragged me into the forest as I screamed at the top of my lungs and kicked my feet to trip them. My strength had been drained from me from using the Sight, and I highly doubted I could morph into anything than what I was now.

Jo watched as a familiar soldier escaped from his pack and ran into the forest. She wouldn't let him get away. The small wolf bolted after the soldier and into the forest, following his sent. But a different scent reached her nose. It was familiar, yet strange to Jo as she followed the new scent.

Jo walked out into a clearing and saw a heap of fur in the middle of the clearing. She cautiously approached the body. It appeared to be the fur a wolf.

From the size of it, it was probably a female. The small wolf nudged the fur to see if it was alive, but it didn't move. A sudden realization dawned on Jo. This was the fur of her mother. Jo's fur began to prick with the feeling of being watched as she looked at the fur in horror.

She told herself to move, but her legs were frozen in place.

"M-mother?" She whimpered. Jo knew it was just Quinta's fur, but she suddenly recalled the night her parents were murdered. There was a slight click…

"JO!" Draigh snarled and leapt in front of the small wolf. An arrow whizzed into the clearing and hit Draigh in his hind leg. The black wolf yelped in pain and landed on his side. General Veirals cursed and stepped into the clearing.

"Hi there." He cooed, "Remember me?" Draigh couldn't move from his spot as Jo stood, paralyzed.

"Jo!" He cried, "He killed you're parents! Get revenge! Now! It's just her fur, Jo!" The small wolf was still paralyzed.

"Be brave, my beautiful daughter." Jo looked up at the sound of her mother's voice, "I am always with you…" Jo suddenly looked up, a fierce light in her eyes. She jumped at General Veirals.

"Grab her legs!" One Telmarine shouted.

"Cover her mouth!"

"The General wants her alive."

I continued screaming even as a calloused hand covered my mouth. I could barely hear the sound of a lion roaring in the distance as I struggled, and the ground trembled. 'He's back.' I stopped struggling and looked to the sky as the Telmarines hauled me farther into the forest. One of the soldiers wrapped his arm around my throat, cutting off my air supply.

"Let her go!" Peter? Two of the Telmarine soldiers charged at the king, swords out. I struggled again against the soldiers and finally got one hand free.

With my unbound hand I reached for my last dagger. (Yes, there were three of them. Don't ask) I twisted my body and stabbed the Telmarine soldier. My head hit the ground with agonizing speed and I breathed in a breath of air.

The one soldier who was holding my legs began dragging me farther away, but I easily kicked him off. The soldier pulled out his sword and I looked down at my small dagger.

The soldier charged and I dodged his blow. He swiped at me again, this time, luck wasn't on my side. His sword came into contact with the section just above my hip.

I staggered back with a pained cry. Blood began flowing heavily out of the wound. I dropped my dagger and put pressure on my wound. Peter rushed forward and finished off the guard.

"Flie!" He cried rushing over to me, "Are you all right?" I nodded.

"We have to get back to the—

"Lucy found Aslan." Peter interrupted me; "The army is chasing the Telmarines back to the river." I hissed in pain as Peter touched my cut, "Can you tell what's happening?" I closed my eyes and sucked in a huge breath.

Aslan stood at the bridge, Lucy next to him.

The Telmarines began swimming the river and running across the bridge to the other side.

Aslan let out a great bellow and the Telmarines stopped…

"Aslan and Lucy are at the bridge." I informed Peter, who let out a breath of relief, "It's over. We won." Peter turned and smiled at me.

"Are you ok?" He asked, "You look a bit pale."

"Just a little tired." Flie responded.

"Come on, let's get to the bridge. Can you walk?"

"Of course I can walk!" I snapped. I struggled to my feet and as I began to walk, my legs buckled.

"You can walk when moose fly." Peter used my favorite phrase as he caught me. He slipped one arm under my kneecaps and one behind my back as he carried me to the river.

"I can walk." I snorted, "Just not very well." Peter smirked and looked down at me. He kissed me lightly before looking back up and focusing on the forest. I heard the cheering before we reached the river.

"You can put me down now." Peter set me on my feet, but kept and arm around my waist as we walked the rest of the way.

"Draigh!" Jo ran over to the black wolf and nudged him, "Are you all right?" Draigh growled slightly and reached over to pull out the arrow.

"I'm fine." Jo sighed and rubbed her muzzle against Draigh's. Draigh responded by licking the small wolf's ear.

"I'm sorry I was being such a twit." Draigh apologized.

"No, I'm sorry." Jo said lying down next to Draigh, "I should have realized what you were going through. I mean, I couldn't imagine how I would feel if I had my father back." Draigh nodded and closed his eyes as Jo gently passed her tongue over his wound. To him, it looked like the Telmarines had brought them even closer together then before.

A/N I'm telling you all this now, ask ANY questions you have please right now before I finish the story. If you have any suggestions or things that YOU think should be put into the story, please just put them in with your comment or PM me! don't hesitate if you have any questions, comments, or concerns that may be life threatening.

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