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The two returned from Archenland tired but relieved. Cor would support Narnia, if there was ever war. Kathryn stood on the narrow bow, a goblet of dragon juice; an Archenland cure for sea sickness in her shaking hand. The green liquid however didn't work on her red head and threw up frequently; she did however find her leg to be healing, although she wished she hadn't danced on it.

Despite the sickness, the rest of the journey was quiet; Kathryn spent the journey reading a book of poetry given to her by Cor. While occasionally practising sword fighting with Matthew, who entertained himself with his sword and the mechanics of the ship.

Unknown to them back in Narnia, a small group of Narnians remained loyal to the white witch. This included Donabrik, who had volunteered to kill the young hero on her maiden voyage to Archenland. He had however failed in his mission, and so was punished to lay in chains the whole journey. But not for long.

The grand ship made entered the Narnia seas, and was soon approaching the familiar eastern sea. The little dwarf broke free from his chain prison after finding a weak spot. Using his small height he crept like a rat or small bug through the ship, skilfully dodging the crew. He passed the Kathryn's chambers, he thought hard for a moment. Should he complete his mission and kill her, or try to escape. He knew either way, he would be killed.

But for the dwarf, he did not have the pride and valued his own life over his loyalty to the witch witch's cause. The bright light burned his eyes as he silently crawled on deck like a coward escaping execution. He hastily ran and threw his small body over the deck towards the blue water below.

But the crew were none the wiser as the dwarf swam safety to Narnia. The ship continued its journey to Narnia, while the dwarf stayed hiding the tress making his way to the secret hiding place of the witch.

Donabrik lead against a slowly dying tree, as a group of hags, wolves, dwarves, and other Narnia species had gathered in Cattivo, or the evil palace of ice, as it was called in native Narnian. Although around him lay where the minor of Narnia, they were all vicious and warlike.

"How dare you show you face here?" One of the members shouted at Donabrik.

"What have I done this time?" The dwarf rolled his eyes.

"We sent you on a mission to kill the red haired brat, and you could even do that." The Minotaur continued.

"She was more protected than I though. I will not fail next time." The dwarf hopefully pleaded to save his life.

"You should not worry of that, for you will not be given this chance again."

"What!" The dwarf moved from his shadowy hiding place to the open centre, he felt revengeful eyes upon him.

"You can no longer sit on the council, what use are you to us."

"I can sit prove my worth." He screamed as the group, including his wife, turned to leave.

"If only your brother had survived." The Minotaur finished before disappearing into the dark forest of which he came.

The two teens, now fourteen and adventurous, were currently strapped onto two horses. Kathryn sat on her brown horse, her light blue with pink flowers fitted perfectly to her body as her heavy sword as held high above blocking Matthew's attack, who was sit not over his riding sickness.

After another hour of practising, the two stopped for a rest. Matthew continue to gloat about his skills, no one would think that this bookworm from Highbury. But Matthew prefers his sword and had not picked up his bow and arrows, since being given it.

Kathryn on the other hand, had from her dragger easy, most times hiding the bulls' eye of the targets, but she had trouble with her sword, she found it heavy, and still need to get us to the weight of it in her hands.

The two dismounted their horses, as a wicked smile appeared on Kathryn's face; she tagged her friend and ran into the well groomed gardens on Cair Paravel. They both laughed as he ran after her, she held the bottom of her dress up to stop her tripping. The riding boots, allowed both of them to run at full speed. She dodged the monarch statues and trees as she ran through the garden, laughing as she went.

She playfully looked over her shoulder, her pearl headband held her hair from her face. She saw nothing behind, only hearing the material of her dress against the ground. She stopped running, breathing heavily against the dress, lucky for; she wasn't required to wear a corset yet. She looked around her, but could see anyone. She pursed her lips, wondering where Matthew had gone. She didn't like this waiting game.

She slowly walked towards the fountain; she paced her hands on the tiles, looking down into the clear water. Her eyes narrowed as she saw shapes and shadows appear in the water, she looked behind her hoping to see Matt behind her but she saw nothing. She pulled at the floral bodice, feeling like she was unable to breath. She turned back to the fountain, in the reflection she saw a dark haired man on a dark horse- he was in very little armour, but wore an orange shirt with a black raven-but his face was blurry and unrecognisable. Opposite him, was Matthew in little armour also, in a red shirt with a golden lion. Both men ambled towards each other each with sharp lances. They were millimetres apart when the water turned blood red, clouding the winner.

"Kathryn?" she turned to see a sombre Matthew behind her, she smiled at him, but it wasn't returned. "Sorry I left, but I got reports, I have to go fight in the North."

"What? No, you can get killed, and then what do you expect me to do!"

"Would you stop being so selfish, I'm going to protect these people, that's what we here to do, and all you can thing about is yourself!"

"I'm not, I'm…"

"See, as long as you happy, nobody else matters!"

"That's not true!" She shouted. Both of them started at each other before storming off."

The next morning, Kathryn watched from her window as the soldiers packed their last things, Matthew tightened the reigns of his horse, his nerves building up inside him. He looked up to her window. She gulped as their eyes locked. She was still angry, that her best friend was leaving for war, and she was struck by herself, away from the action she had craved she childhood. But for the young teens their adventure had only began.

Sorry for the long wait, school work takes up loads of my time, so I hope you like this chapter, and the next one will be up soon.