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A/N: I'm Australian so there might be a few spelling differences

Chapter Eleven – The Battle

Peter and Edmund sat frozen as they comprehended the words the Dryad said. Peter recovering from his shock he ran of the tent into Aslan's. Edmund jumped out as well and thanked the Dryad and ran to Oreius's tent.

"She's right. He's gone," said Peter as he emerged from the tent. Oreius and Edmund stood over a large map of Narnia each with grim looks

"Then you'll have to lead us. Peter," said Edmund, "There's a whole army out there and it's ready to follow you."

"I can't."

"Aslan believed you could," said Edmund as he took a step towards Peter. Peter looked at him. "And so do I."

"The Witch's army is nearing, sire," stated Oreius, "What are your orders?"

Peter looked down at the map, thoughts running through his mind. He looked all over the map.

"The Witch's army will be coming from here," said Oreius as he pointed to an area on the map. Peter looked closer at the area and noticed a perfect rock cliff that could help him.

"We meet them here," said Peter, "We can use the high ground for leverage if we are losing this battle."

As Oreius and Peter were discussing the plans to meet the Witch at the rocks, Alice burst through from the woods. Alice ran faster until she reached Peter and Edmund.

"Did you get the message?" asked Alice as she tried to catch her breath. Peter and Edmund looked at her weirdly and nodded.

"Where's James and Eliza?" asked Peter.

"Aslan sent them to the attack the Witch's castle," Alice lied, smoothly.

"Did you know he was going to sacrifice himself to save me?" asked Edmund. Alice looked down to the floor.

"We all knew," she replied. Edmund frowned at the answer.

"Aslan ordered us not to tell," she defended, "We need you on the throne, not him."

Peter and Edmund looked at each other and sighed. They filled Alice in with their battle plans. As they discussed the plans, a griffin had walked past, which caused Edmund to think of something from home.

"Peter, we can use the rocks," said Edmund. Peter and Alice stopped their conversation.

"What about them?" said Peter, confused.

"Remember the bomb raids in London," said Edmund excitingly as Peter nodded slowly. "We can use the rocks to do the same thing"

"Like catapults," said Alice. Edmund shook his head.

"No, we use the griffins to fly above the Witch's army and drop large boulders to even out the numbers."

"Ed, you're a genius," said Peter as he slapped Edmund's shoulder.

"Ow!"

Edmund rubbed his shoulder as he smiled. They talked for a little longer before another problem arose.

"Once the first platoon battles with you," said Edmund to Peter, "the Witch will be approaching you, to attack. We need something to hold her off."

"The archers and second platoon will be with you, there's no one else to help," replied Peter. Alice pondered for a moment.

"I probably can help you," stated Alice, "I have enough magic to forge an arrow that can probably hold her off for a while."

"That'll work."

"I can't guarantee that it will work, my magic is limited," said Alice as she stood from her seat, "I'll go to the forge to get started."

They reached the battlefield by midday. The Narnian spread out onto the wide valley, waiting for the Witch to approach. Peter, Alice and Oreius stood at the front of the army, each in armour as they waited for the scouting gryphon to return. Alice wore her long white hair in a long braid with her swords on her waist. Unlike Peter who was wearing full amour, Alice only wore a leather tunic over her battle dress. When the gryphon returned, his call signalled the army to ready themselves. He called again as he landed next Alice's horse.

"They come, your highness," puffed the creature, "In numbers and weapons far greater than our own."

"Numbers do not win a battle," said Oreius proudly. Alice looked at Peter who seemed nervous

"No, but I bet they help," replied Peter.

A faint horn in the distant alerted the army all of them. The Witch appears first with her wand in her hand as her sleigh was pulled by two polar bears but behind her was what frightened Alice the most. Behind her was Evan, riding his grey horse, in full armour with his sword raised in the air. The Witch's army appeared after them in large numbers that frighten Peter. Peter slowly looked back at Edmund who nodded back. He turned back and drew his sword, holding it up as a challenge.

The Witch's Minotaur roared as Evan's horse reared. Once Evan's horse returned to all fours, he and the Witch's army charged into towards Peter. As they grew closer, Peter lowered his sword and the gryphons flew overhead, carrying rocks. The one next to Alice took off to join his kind. The gryphons began dropping the rocks onto the Witch's army taking some of the enemies down but enemy dwarfs drew arrows to shoot some of them down.

"Are you with me?" asked Peter as he looked at the battle ahead. Oreius looked at him.

"To the death."

Peter turned back to the battle. He took a deep breath and raised his sword high.

"For Narnia and for Aslan!"

Peter's unicorn reared like Evan's and raced forward to battle with Alice and Oreius behind him. The army cheered loudly and ran after Peter. As they ran forward, the centaurs lowered their spears and the cheetah raced ahead of the army to meet the white tigers of the Witch's army. Time seemed to slow for Peter as he charged forward. He could hear Oreius and Alice each unsheathing their swords as they drew closer. At last, the two armies met and the battle for Narnia began.

Lucy and Susan had remained beside Aslan's corpse all night. They finally had fallen asleep sometime during the night. Susan lifted her head as she woke from her week slumber. She looked around and noticed the sun beginning to rise. Susan looked at her younger sister who was slowly waking.

"We should go."

Susan jumped down from the Stone table and took Lucy's hand.

"I'm so cold," stated Lucy quietly. Susan wrapped her arm around Lucy as they walked away from the Table. As they walked down the stone steps a loud rumble caused Susan and Lucy to lose their balance. Lucy pushed herself off the ground and looked back at the Table.

"Susan!"

Susan looked at the Table. It had cracked in two with Aslan's corpse gone.

"Where's Aslan?" asked Lucy as they walked towards the cracked table.

"What have they done?" asked Susan.

The girls looked up at the rising Sun. As the sun grew high a shadow appeared. It was Aslan.

"Aslan!"

Susan and Lucy rushed to hug Aslan who chuckled at the gesture.

"But we saw the knife…," said Susan, "The Witch…"

"If the Witch knew the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the Deep Magic differently. That if a willing victim who has committed no treachery is killed in a traitors stead, the Stone Table would crack and even death itself would turn backwards."

"Alice sent the word that you were dead. They will have gone to war."

Lucy drew her dagger, "We have to help them."

"We will, dear one," said Aslan calmly as he placed a paw on Lucy's arm, "But not alone, we must find James and Eliza, they have gone to find help. Climb on my back. We have far to go and little time to get there. And you may want to cover your ears."

Susan and Lucy covered their ears as Aslan roared loudly to the sky.

Peter's army was slowly losing, the first wave of soldiers was easy to defeat, but when Peter had stopped to look around he noticed that the White Witch began moving forward to join the battle. Peter turned to Alice who was skilfully fighting of a Minotaur. Once Alice had finished fighting her attack she turned to look at Peter who seemed very desperate. Alice looked at Edmund; she waved her white sword in the air as a signal for their plan.

Edmund raised his sword.

"Fire!"

A centaur shot a flaming arrow into the sky. A phoenix burst from flames and flew between the battle and the approaching White Witch. Peter's army cheers as they looked upon the flames. The White Witch continued to advance killing the flames in front of her. Alice's plan had failed. Peter turned back to look at Edmund and then to Alice who was fighting an ogre.

"Fall back!" yelled Peter, "Draw them to the rocks!"

A loud horn blew, as the Narnian army ran to the rocks. Alice looked around her. She had lost her horse during the battle. She slashed a nymph that was about to attack her. Behind her, she heard the sound of hooves hitting the grass. She turned ready to attack but was suddenly lifted onto Oreius' back.

"That's the signal!" screamed Beaver from the cliff. Edmund turned and signalled his platoon near the rocks.

Aslan raced through Narnia as fast as he could with the girls on his back.

"Where are we going?" asked Susan. Aslan said nothing as he continued to race forward. As he reached the end of the valley to the woods that surrounded the Witch's castle, James and Eliza emerged from the trees into sight.

"We've secured the castle," said James as he and Eliza rode beside Aslan.

"Hang on!" said Aslan to Susan as he accelerated to the castle.

"Shouldn't you be helping Peter!" asked Susan, looking at James. James smirked in her direction.

"I am helping him," he replied loudly.

Peter drew deep breaths as his unicorn, galloped to the rocks. He looked up to Edmund who was standing with the Centaurs. He couldn't see clearly, his helmet only gave him a small area to see as he struggled to glide his horse away from danger. He could hear the Centaur's arrows behind him hitting their targets. Suddenly his unicorn jerked forward causing him to fall onto the grass. For a moment he laid there in pain, but he could hear the Witch's army drawing near.

Peter lifted himself up, grabbing onto his bruised arm. He looked at the horror before him as the Witch's army advanced towards him. Suddenly, Oreius and a rhino charged past him towards the Witch's army.

"Stop!" yelled Peter but it was no use. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned at looked at Alice. She said nothing to him but only nodded once. Peter was confused at first but when Alice drew her swords he understood. He turned back to the advancing battle and drew his sword. He lowered himself into a high crouch and raised his shield in front of him.

A/N: Sorry to end it here, but I didn't want this chapter to get too long so I ended it here. Stay tuned for next week's update.

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