Ok so I know it isn't a very long chapter, but I've just started my A-Levels ( I don't know what that is in America, but you do it when you're 16-18 years old) and I'm at a new school so I'm mega busy! As usual, please review it'll make me really happyyyyy. Love you all!

"How's it going with Esha?" Peter asked his brother as the two watched Susan and Caspian helping Esha with her bow and arrow technique.

"How do you mean?" Edmund responded, trying to act ignorant.

"Come on Ed! You know exactly what I mean!" Peter raised his eye-brow at his younger brother.

"Yeah I guess I do... Let me put it this way - and if you repeat this to anyone I will kill you – If I'm not careful, I will suffer more pain than I did last time."

"Ah." Peter replied.

"Mmm...it's a problem isn't it?"

"Well...yeah. You grieved so much when we left and you lost Ayesha, if you love Esha even more, what's it going to be like for you when we have to leave her?"

"I didn't say I already love her! I just need to be careful around her to make sure I don't! And I don't know Pete. I really don't want to think about it right now. Actually, I don't ever want to think about it...and I'm not planning on leaving her!" Edmund protested.

"Ed!" Peter exclaimed. "Sooner or later we're going to have to leave Narnia again!"

Edmund didn't reply, or show any signs that he had even heard Peter and in the end, Peter looked away having decided not to push him further due to his younger brother's current confused state. Instead, he turned to look back at Esha's training.

Susan stood slightly apart from the two, looking slightly sour. Peter soon knew why when he saw Caspian standing behind Esha, aligning his body with hers he guided her elbow to the right place while his right hand was over hers as they both held the bow steady.

She released the string in her left hand and when the arrow thudded into the bulls-eye, Esha turned to look at Caspian. Both wore big smiles as they did bad dancing to celebrate her success. The sound of their laughter drifted over and Edmund turned suddenly, walking quickly back into The How.

"Pete? You better come quickly." Edmund told his brother as he rushed into the room, seeing him and Lucy talking, looking at the engraving of Aslan on the wall.

Peter and Lucy glanced at each other before jumping up to follow Edmund.

Esha came across the three siblings in the corridor. "Ed?" She called out as she saw them hurry away.

He turned at her call, still walking in the opposite direction. He beckoned her and she ran to catch up with them, Edmund giving her a tight smile.

"Where are we going?" She asked innocently, her eyes questioning.

"To the entrance." He muttered dolefully.

She read his mood and kept quiet, hurrying between him and Peter, none of them looking at each other.

The four emerged into the sunlight, Caspian turning to look at them as he heard their arrival. He looked at Peter and Edmund seriously before giving Esha and Lucy a tight-lipped smile, much as Edmund had done.

They fanned out, all looking into the distance, the same mixture of emotions on all of their faces. Awe. Fear. Disbelief. And dread.

"Oh my-" Esha breathed, leaving her sentence hanging and saying the words that were on everyone's minds.

"I didn't know Miraz had such an army at his disposal." Caspian muttered.

"They can't all be his. He must've got his Lord's to give him their guards." Esha told them, her insight in the royal court becoming helpful.

"Oh of course." Caspian chastised himself, feeling foolish for not thinking of it himself.

"I'm glad fathers Guards seem to have gone with him." She muttered, biting her lip nervously. "Some of them were nice people and I don't particularly want to see them killed because of Miraz's lust for power. I can't really see the uniforms very clearly from here, but none of them look like it."

The whole Narnian army stood on the ground below them, looking out over the approaching army.

There were thousands of them, all wearing traditional Telmarine metal masks that covered their faces completely. They marched in time, making the ground tremble slightly with each step. Six catapults were being wheeled in their midst, large boulders to be thrown at the ready.

The army had six legions, each had a catapult and each was at least forty men wide and ten deep. And that was without counting the cavalry.

"I think we need to have another meeting." Said Peter slowly, breaking the silence.

Edmund sub-consciously stepped closer to Esha as they all surveyed the army silently.