(Note: I just wanted to thank everyone who has read this far. Also, I wanted to mention that this is a story I actually uploaded on another site in 2006. It was my newer fan fiction, and so it is a bit rough. After I am finished posting all of these chapters, I hope to get to work on some of my more recent stories, and hopefully all of you will enjoy that as well.)

We didn't rest much, on our long journey to Minas Tirith. Not much at all. Eomer made sure that there was no fooling around. We all were to be serious. I didn't think I could tolerate this anymore. No. Eowyn could, because she was who she was. But I couldn't; not now, at least.

There were a few close calls, where Eomer might have found out that I was a woman; but he didn't. He did, however, scowl at me a lot and treated me like dirt. It must have been to show me who was boss, just in case I would have gotten any ideas. But I wasn't who he thought I was.

We rode on, and the White City, as they called it, could be seen in the distance. However, something caught our eyes as we gazed at the city; thousands of orcs surrounded the city. Smoke rose up, as the walls crumpled down. Men screamed as they were picked up by foul beasts and then dropped to the ground, where they met their deaths.

I didn't realize it right at that moment, but tears filled my eyes and began to roll down my pale cheeks. Never in my life did I ever want to see it. But I did. It was a nightmare. No matter how many times I'd rub my eyes, or pinch myself, this would still be here.

We were now galloping towards this havoc.

With one hand on the reins and the other drawing my sword, I rode to battle with the Riders of Rohan.

I had slain one orc, and dirtied my sword with its black blood. I just hacked, not knowing who or what I was hitting. I didn't think, I didn't breathe, I just hacked. Eowyn had already killed a few. I couldn't help but admire her fighting skills; she was a wonderful swordswoman.

Eomer was a few feet ahead of me and when he got a chance, he glanced over at what I was doing. He didn't seem disappointed with me, which is a very good thing.

I was terrified beyond believe. There were thousands around us. Thousands. There was no way that we would win this battle—I didn't know much about fighting, but I did know that this didn't look good for us.

Now, a very large orc ran over to me and swung his sword down almost hitting me…

(Flashback)

"Sonya, come at me and I'll show you how to block a blow…Sonya? Sonya?" Eowyn, at that point, realized that I wasn't listening to her. I jumped and grinned a cheesy grin. She cocked her had and raised an eyebrow at me.

Now, I wish I had listened to her as the orc nearly hacked me to bits with its sword. I jumped to the side, but part of my tunic was cut open; luckily, it didn't go down to my skin.

I maneuvered my sword fast enough and was able to finish the orc off.

By this time, my heart was pounding, my head ached, sweat poured down my face, and blood was running down my nicked hands. Not to mention my old wound, which was starting to bother me, like usual.

Now, looking around frantically, I realized Eowyn wasn't around.

Tears ran down my cheeks, as I realized I was alone, in the midst of a battle. I wasn't going to last long, and that was a fact.

But then I remembered something. For the first time in a long time, I prayed.

"Please, God, help me…"

Hours had past, and still more orcs were coming.

Suddenly I heard screams and the order, "Reform the lines!" I did as I was told, and as I turned, I saw elephants…not normal sized elephants, but ones several times the size of a normal one. And riding on top of them seemed to be more orcs with swords, bows and arrows.

I was so shaky; it was hard for me to manage my sword. I cried more.

I dodged one of the elephants…or whatever they were, right before it stepped on me.

Now, I turned and saw Eomer. He had fallen off of his horse, and had to deal with orcs…many of them. He was in trouble; he wouldn't last long if more orcs came.
I galloped over to him, hoping I wouldn't be too late. But I almost was…

An orc came up behind him, swinging its sword and then bringing it down, almost hitting him…

"Eomer!" I screamed.

I held my breath brought my sword down, and stabbed the orc right before it had its chance with Eomer.

He smiled, but then cocked his head and raised his eyebrows me. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, more orcs came, and he couldn't linger any longer.

I wondered why he had looked at me that way. But then I had realized when I screamed out his name, I didn't disguise my voice. I wasn't yelling out to him as Amras; I was yelling out to him as Sonya.