My Destiny, My Fate, My Soul Chapter 10: Don't Do Anything Stupid, a chronicles of narnia fanfic

My Destiny, My Fate, My Soul

By Rowan Night

A/N Hey! Sorry for the wait, I was at camp all weekend and we had a power outage on Thursday and Friday. Anyways this is mostly just a filler chapter but there is a bit of action in it. So I hope you enjoy it and PLEASE reply if you have ANY suggestions.

Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia (unfortunately) or any of the songs. I do however own Grace my O/C. I do not own "I miss you" by Miley Cyrus

Peace, love, and Peter

Thank you from your author in training,

Rowan Night XxXxXxXx

Don't Do Anything Stupid (ch10)

A great pain woke Grace from the calm blackness. She didn't know how long she had been out but obviously it hadn't been vary long. She could still feel all her wounds and the horse beneath her. She cried out in pain as the horse ran. She felt someone behind her and remembered that Peter was with her. As the horse's hooves hit the ground again she struggled with herself to not release a scream, not for her sake but for his.

She resorted to extreme wincing, moaning and shuddering. Every once in a while they would hit a bump and Grace would have no other choice but to scream. After a couple minutes she was beginning to get light headed and dizzy again. "Peter." She whispered. "I'm here Grace, just hold on." She could hear the pain in his voice. She new if she didn't get her wounds dealt with, she was going to bleed out. "Peter, I'm losing too much blood. We need to stop the bleeding or you're going to lose me." With that Peter shouted for everyone to stop.

The whole company halted and Caspian, Susan and Edmund ran to Peter's side. Peter jumped of the horse and stood tall. "YOU HAVE 10 MINUTES TO DEAL WITH THE WOUNDED. THEN WE HEAD OUT." With that everyone sprang into action. Peter turned back to the horse and pulled Grace into his arms. He found a patch of grass and set her down.

"Edmund, Susan, Caspian! I need your help." cried Peter. The three ran over to see what was needed. "Susan I need you and Caspian to wrap her leg. Once you're done we need to get this arrow out." Susan grabbed a piece of cloth and wound it around her thigh. She pulled it tight causing Grace to scream out in agony. Everyone around winced at the sound of her cries.

After Susan was done Peter quickly wrapped her upper arm causing yet another scream fallowed by sobs and whimpers. Grace really hurt but she new that what was to come next would be more painful than anything so far.

"Okay Caspian and Ed, you hold down her legs and arms, Susan I need you to hold down her other shoulder." Everyone moved to there spots and got a firm grasp on Grace's body. She took a deep breath in preparation. "Three." They looked at one another in fright. "Two." Grace took in a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut. "One!" Peter ripped the arrow from her flesh. The greatest blood curdling scream escaped her lips and many more cries of pain fallowed. Peter quickly bound the wound and grabbed her hand and began stroking her face.

After a couple minutes Grace was able to remain silent; remain from crying. She looked up at Peter and showed him her love through her eyes. "You ready to go?" He asked gently. She nodded and attempted to sit up. He supported her back and helped her into a sitting position and then into a standing position. She tried to take a step but was unable. She would have smashed into the ground again if Peter hadn't swooped her up into his arms.

Peter stood in front of what was left of his army, Grace in his arms. "MOVE OUT!" he bellowed. He then walked back to his horse and lifted Grace into the saddle fallowed by himself. The army then headed off back to the stone table.

Grace was extremely tired and she new that if she fell asleep, she might not wake back up. She struggled with herself for over an hour before she finally started to give in. "Peter." She spoke quietly. He responded by tightening his grip which she some what wished he hadn't because she was sure she had a few broken ribs from her fall down the stairs. "I'm going to sleep now. Just make sure I keep breathing, alright?" she asked with a yawn. "I won't let you die Grace. Don't worry." With that Grace let herself drift off into sleep.

The company rode through the night and into the morning. They were only a couple minutes away from the stone table, but Peter was worried. He had been unable to wake Grace in several hours and he was afraid that not even Lucy's magic healing potion wouldn't cure Grace.

As Peter approached the forested castle, he jumped off his horse, grabbed Grace and walked up the path. As he was halfway up Lucy ran out through the arch and towards Peter. He put Grace gently on the ground and looked Lucy pleadingly in the eye. "Hurry Lu, she isn't doing to good."

Lucy put the vial to Grace's lip and squeezed two drops into her mouth. Grace subconsciously swallowed and her breathing became more regular. Peter watched in wonder as her eyes opened and life came flooding back into her eyes. She slowly sat upright and put her hand to the bandage that was covering her arrow wound. She felt no more pain and so she lightly pulled her bandage to the side and searched for the whole that should have been there. She was greeted by a pink scar where her wound had once been.

Lucy looked up at Peter sadly. "What happened?" Peter stood up and walked towards Caspian. Grace was gaining strength rapidly and was attempting to stand. "Ask him." Spat Peter. Susan scolded Peter. "Me?" Caspian asked shocked. "You could have called it off! There was still time!" Caspian deflected the blame. "No there wasn't thanks to you. If you'd kept to the plan, those soldiers might be alive right now." "And if you'd stayed here like I suggested, they defiantly would be!" Yelled Caspian.

Grace finally was able to stand on her own. "You called use, remember?" Peter reminded. Caspian was un happy about that. "My first mistake." Peter shook his head angrily. "No, your first mistake was thinking you could leave these people." "HEY!" screamed Caspian. "I am not the one who abandoned Narnia." "You invaded Narnia! You have no more right to lead it then Miraz does!"

Caspian began to walk away when Peter took there dispute too far. "You, him, your father!" Caspian froze. "Narnia's better off without the lot of you!" Caspian turned around with a scream. Both Peter and Caspian had there swords pointed at each other. Grace limped quickly into the middle. "I wasn't the only one who was hurt! Save your cat fight for later. She then opened a spot for Lucy to pass through. Lucy ran between the two to Trumpkin who was still unconscious from his fall.

Caspian walked into the castle while Lucy healed Trumpkin and then moved on to another injured warrior. Grace walked to Peter and put her head on his chest. "Was that really necessary?" asked Grace with a sigh. "I'm sorry. I just think that many deaths could have been prevented if Caspian had done what he was supposed to do." "No Peter. Besides, what's done is done. There is no way of knowing what path would have been the right one."

He wrapped his arms around her and he lightly kissed the top of her head. "You obviously are feeling much better." Peter stated. "Much better, thanks." "You scared me." He sighed. "Sorry." She whispered as she nuzzled into his chest. They stood there for a few minutes before Grace broke the silence. "I have to go get my bag." She laughed. I'll meet you in the stone table room. But help Lucy with the wounded first." He nodded and walked towards Lucy.

Grace started walking into the castle. She was slowly getting stronger and by the time she was halfway to the chamber where her backpack was she was able to jog no problem. She got to the room and quickly examined her wounds all of which were healed but scared. Her broken ribs were healed but the bruises around her neck, on her chest and in various other places were not healed. She quickly used her magic to mend her clothing, threw on her backpack and ran from the room towards the stone table room.

Grace was just outside the room when she heard talking. The voice that was speaking was full of dark magic that Grace could feel through her entire body. "I am hunger, I am thirst. I can fast 100 years, and not die. I can lye 100 nights on the ice, and not freeze." Grace poked her head inside and saw a freaky bear, wolf like creature talking to Caspian. There was also a weird bird like thing walking closer and closer to Caspian. Grace could feel there magic and could tell it was strong, but she new her power was even greater.

The bear wolf creature continued to speak. "I can drink a river of blood, and not burst… Show Me YOU'RE ENEMIES!" Next the bird thing spoke up in a sickly voice. "What you hate, so will we. No one hates better than us." Caspian spoke up warily. "And you can guarantee Miraz's death?" The bird thing bowed. "And more."

Grace watched as Caspian re-sheathed his sword. Grace felt now was as good a time as ever to show herself. She stepped out into the open and announced her presence. "Caspian, don't do anything stupid." Everyone in the room swung around to face her. The bear, wolf thing dove at Grace. She raised her hand and set a spell on him "dnuob reverof eci enots" She watched as the bear became restrained by rock cuffs.

As she was setting her spell the weird bird thing was doing a strange ritual around Caspian. "Let the circle be drawn!" the bird then drew a circle around Caspian as it chanted some strange language. It took a staff out and lifted it in the air. It then slammed the staff into the rocks and Grace watched as ice sprouted from the staff and up into the archway in front of Aslan's carving. It filled up the arch and a face began to appear.

Grace new immediately that the women in the ice was the white witch. "Wait! This isn't what I wanted!" Caspian tried to back away but was stopped by the bird. "One drop of Adams blood, and you free me. Then I am yours my king." Spoke the white witch. "No!" exclaimed Caspian as the bird cut open his hand. Grace finished with her incantation and ran to Caspian. She kicked the bird in the knee and watched it stumble away. The dwarf in the room ran towards her. All she had to do was glare at him and he backed away a look of fear in his eyes. Caspian was looking straight at the witch.

Grace stood in front of him and tried talking to him but he was transfixed by what the witch was weaving into his mind. She heard Peter rush into the room the same time her hold on the bear creature fell. She saw out of the corner of her eye, Peter was fighting the bird thing, Edmund the bear, and Trumpkin and Lucy were in battle with the dwarf.

As the Pevensie's killed off the creatures Grace could here the white witch getting impatient and pretty much ordering Caspian to come give her life. Peter saw that Grace's attempts to stop Caspian were not working so he jumped into the circle pushing Grace and Caspian out of the way.

Grace began to panic when she watched Peter succumb to the witch's magic. Even though Peter had his sword towards the witch Grace could see that he was falling into her spell and she was frantically thinking of a way to snap Peter out of it. "You know you can't do this alone." She egged him on. Peter began to take a step forward, slightly lowering his blade. "Peter!" Grace pleaded.

Just then the tip of a blade protruded through the white witch's abdomen. She withered and wreathed letting out one last scream before the ice that made her shattered into a thousand pieces and fell to the floor. Behind where the ice had been, Edmund was standing with his sword out.

Peter stood upright and looked at Edmund. He had a look on his face that said 'I knew what was doing." "I know, you had it sorted." Edmund said as he recognized the look in Peter's eyes. He then walked away without another word. Peter, Grace and Caspian all turned to watch him leave and Grace was saddened when she watched Susan glance at Caspian disappointedly then walk away. She looked up at Caspian and saw the crushed look in his eyes.

She patted him on the back and went to go examine the bodies of the two monsters. They really were hideous beasts. She could see the evil and the hatred leaking from there corpses and into the ground. "Peter. You should have someone remove these. This is to special a place to be spoiled by there evil." She walked to him as he nodded.

Grace watched as Caspian, Lucy and Trumpkin left the room. She reached Peter and was glad when he pulled her into his arms. He was lightly running his fingers over the bruises on her neck. "You scared me. I thought I was going to lose you." He whispered as he pulled her head to his chest. "I was scared to Peter. After I lost my mothers necklace, I thought I was going to die." She felt a tear escape her eyes and run down her cheek.

"What necklace?" Peter asked curiously. "When my mother died, she gave me three gifts. My magic book, a ring and a necklace, and my father gave me a dagger. All of the items were enchanted. The book can never be destroyed, the ring gives me the ability to look inside peoples minds, the dagger will never miss its target and the necklace gives me the ability to survive any mortal wound, so long as I am wearing the necklace."

"Wow. What happened to the necklace?" he asked tracing the scar on her shoulder. "That dumb Telmarine who choked me ripped it off when I broke free. I doubt I will ever see it again." She rested her forehead on his chest and felt tears welling up beneath her eyes. "I have never taken it off. It's been around my neck since the day my parents died. I feel so lost without it."

She felt him rubbing smooth circles on her back. "I'm sorry." He whispered. She finally caved in. A river of tears came streaming from her eyes. She let everything out in her sobs. Her fear, her sadness, and most of all her regret for losing one of her most prized possessions. It was one of the few things that made her feel connected to her parents, and it was gone.

After a couple minutes she sat down against the stone table with Peter. She pulled her song book out of her back pack and began writing, comforted in Peter's arms. She thought back to her mother, about her dream with Aslan, and about how she felt like she was losing her mother.

Sha la la la la, sha la la la la
You used to call me your angel
Said I was sent straight down from heaven
And you'd hold me close in your arms
I loved the way you felt so strong
I never wanted you to leave
I wanted you to stay here holdin' me

I miss you, I miss your smile
And I still shed a tear every once in a while
And even though it's different now
You're still here somehow
My heart won't let you go
And I need you to know
I miss you, sha la la la la
I miss you

You used to call me your dreamer
And now I'm livin' out my dream
Oh, how I wish you could see
Everything that's happenin' for me
I'm thinkin' back on the past
It's true the time is flyin' by too fast

I miss you, I miss your smile
And I still shed a tear every once in a whileAnd even though it's different now
You're still here somehow
My heart won't let you go
And I need you to know
I miss you, sha la la la la
I miss you

I know you're in a better place yeah
But I wish that I could see your face, oh
I know you're where you need to be
Even though it's not here with me

Grace closed her eyes and let a few more tears fall as she felt Peter tighten his hold around her. She snuggled into his chest and let herself relax. She sat there in comfort for quite some time before a centaur trotted into the room. "Peter, you are needed. We must decide on our next course of action." He nodded and watched as the centaur left, then turned to Grace. "Will you be alright?" he asked curiously. "Yes. Go… be king." He squeezed her shoulders then jumped up and left the same way the centaur did.

Grace sat there for a few more minutes before she packed up her stuff and went exploring. She found a flight of stairs and began jogging up the steps. She was almost at the top when she saw a side passage. She walked down it and walked out onto a ledge. She saw Caspian sitting on the edge looking out over the green field and the ruins of the castle.

"What's up?" she asked as she sat down next to Caspian. "I'm sorry. I almost gave the white witch her life back." Grace just patted him on the back. "Don't worry about it. She compelled you just like she compelled Peter. There was nothing you could have done." He just nodded and Grace saw him relax a bit. "I think Susan hates me. She looked so disappointed." Grace laughed at his upset face. "Just give her time. Show her what kind of man you really are, she will forgive you." He sighed and looked off into the distance.

Grace looked out on the ruins and lost herself in her own thoughts. After a couple minutes Grace heard someone approach from behind. She glanced behind her and saw an old man that she recognized to be Caspian's professor. "I will leave you two." She said as she stood up and offered her spot to the professor. Before she left she squeezed Caspian's shoulder in a gesture of comfort and left the two to there discussions.

Grace walked back to the stairs and then went the rest of the way up. She reached the roof of the castle and went to the center. The entire roof was covered with grass and was abundant with beautiful wild flowers. She went and placed herself in the middle and began to chant and ancient nature spell. She watched with satisfaction as the flowers swayed to the rhythm of her voice and many more flowers sprouted from the ground and joined the dance. She smiled as the sun shone down on her face and the wind whipped her hair around her face.

The smells and sights around her made her want to laugh, dance and sing. She watched as many birds and small animal came to investigate her song like spell. She was unaware of the people who had come upstairs when they heard her chant. Among the audience was the Pevensie's, Trumpkin, Reepicheep, Caspian, and many others.

Her spell went on for many minutes and she felt herself tire from the drain of magic. With a final word she ended the spell and closed her eyes. She felt the wind slow and heard the animals rustle away. She lay back and curled herself up. She then fell asleep with the sun warming her side and her face. She was still unaware of her audience that was watching her and smiling at the simple innocence of her actions.

After a couple minutes most of the people had exited with smiles on there faces and light conversation about the magic they had witnessed. Lucy walked over to Grace and gently lifted her head and put Grace's backpack underneath it. Peter walked over and knelt down beside her. He gently pushed her hair out of her face and behind her ears. "Peter. You are needed." Caspian said quietly from the top of the stairs. Peter nodded sadly and looked at Grace with a torn look in his eyes. "Don't worry Peter, me and Lucy will stay with her. Won't we Lu?" Susan said as she put her hand on Peters shoulder comfortingly. "Of course we will. Don't worry Peter we will take really good care of her." He smiled at Lucy then went after Caspian with one last look at his sisters and Grace.

It ended up the two sisters didn't do much watching because within 20 minutes they ended up asleep right beside Grace. They had talked for a little while mostly about how much they liked Grace and how Peter was a bit happier with her around. They talked about Aslan and home and between all those topics Lucy and Susan passed yawns back and forth and then without really saying anything else they too curled up and fell asleep.

A/N Hey! I was just wondering if anyone who has any ideas on what should happen to Grace if they could reply and give me ANY suggestions. It would be great seeing I have been hit with a horrible case of writers block. Anyways thanks everyone. Chapter 11 should be up soon.