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MARIA-

We banged the door to Miraz's room open, Susan and Peter strolling in, weapons ready and looking fierce, while I stumbled in after them, trying to look as cool as them. Fail. What we were shocked to find was Miraz backed against the wall, with Caspian holding his sword to the usurpers neck, and Prunaprismia sitting on the bed aiming a wicked looking crossbow at Caspian.

"Put the sword down, Caspian," she had just finished saying as we burst in, "I don't want t do this."

Susan, as always, was quickest on the uptake. "We don't want you to, either!" she said forcefully, her beautiful bow up and ready for action. There was a moment of confusion as no one knew where to aim. Miraz put his hands on his hips and said in a dejected voice,

"This used to be a private room."

"What are you doing?" Peter yelled at Caspian, seeming to remember the plan. "You're supposed to be at the gatehouse!"

"No, enough!" Caspian shouted, looking wild. "Tonight for once, I want the truth!"

He then advanced on Miraz, sword at his throat, looking angrier than I ever thought he could. "Did you kill my father?" he said, his voice shaking with rage.

Wow, Narnia was worse than some cheesy soap opera.

Prunaprismia gasped and looked at her husband.

"You said your brother died in his sleep!" she hissed.

Miraz shrugged. "That was more or less true."

"Caspian!" Susan shouted to get the Princes attention. "Killing him doesn't solve anything."

Miraz glanced at her. Caspian glared at Miraz.

"How could you?" Prunaprismia sobbed.

"For the same reason you would pull that trigger. For our son!"

Miraz's wife looked confused for a moment, glancing down at the crossbow she held, still aimed at Caspian.

Miraz let his gaze flicker back to the distracted Prince, and he stepped forward, towards the sword. Caspian stepped back.

"Stop," Miraz's wife pleaded.

"Stay right there!" Susan cried.

"You have to make a choice dear," Miraz said, still advancing on Caspian. "Do you want our son to be king? Or to be like Caspian here? FATHERLESS."

"NOOO!" Prunaprismia screamed, and released her crossbow bolt. It hit Caspian in the arm, and he cried out in pain, staggering into a chair. Prunaprismia collapsed on the bed, sobbing. No one seemed to notice Miraz slip out the door, so I let my arrow loose at him. He was too quick and got around the doorway. I made to run after him, but Peter stopped me.

"MARIA, no! Stay here! Help me!" he yelled, and I approached him and Caspian, who was recovering.

"Lets go," Susan said, and we all ran from the room, leaving Prunaprismia tied to the bed, still sobbing.

We ran along the hallway until there was a split. One way led down to the courtyard, and the other to the stables.

Susan, Caspian and I ran the stables way, but Peter pissed off in the other direction.

"Peter!" Susan yelled.

"Our troops are right outside, come on!" he bellowed, and we followed him, shaking our heads. What was he playing at? What was he trying to prove?

Peter sped on ahead of us, through the arches into the courtyard.

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EMILY-

Ed and I were standing ready, hand in hand, waiting for Peters signal for us to signal the troops. We were looking everywhere around the castle, our eyes flashing around.

"Where is he?" Ed hissed, and I squeezed his hand.

Suddenly, the door behind us banged open, and three guards ran out. They froze for a second when they saw us, two Narnian teenagers, standing hand in hand.

And then Ed pushed me aside as he started swinging his sword, taking one down easily. I retrieved my balance, and pulled out my knives, swiping them in the way Ed had taught me. I was good, but not as good as a guard twice my height with a massive sword.

I still tried anyway, and managed to cut his chest deeply, but it wasn't a mortal wound. He kept swinging at me, and I ducked again and again, until the edge of his sword caught my cheek. I felt warm blood flow, but I tried to ignore the tickling feeling as I kept fighting. I could hear Ed beating the other two guards, and from the corner of my eye I could see another had joined them.

Using some quick tricks, the guard disarmed me completely, and I kept dodging him, using my tinyness as an advantage. He roared in pain as I flicked some sharp metal pieces as him, and they stuck into his skin.

And then I felt my back pressed against the wall.

The guard was advancing on me, and I only had one thing left to do.

"Hey, dude, what are you supposed to do in a fire?" I asked tauntingly, as he approached me.

His eyes narrowed, but he had a wicked smile on his face.

"You STOP, DROP, AND ROLL!" I screamed, and did just that. I knock him over, by rolling under his legs, and somehow he lost his sword. We both leapt to our feet, and I launched myself on his back, just like I would with my friends back home. I ripped his helmet from his head, and started beating him with it, biting and hitting and punching and kicking as he flailed around, trying to get me off his back.

He backed up against the wall, and slammed me up against it, and I saw red at the edge of my vision. I slid off his back, and he took a few steps away, giving me the chance to get up. He wheeled around, but obviously wasn't prepared for me.

I punched him in the nose, and I felt it crack under my fist. He stumbled away, feeling the blood pouring from his nose.

"Thats right, bitch!" I yelled. "Take a piece of th-"

I was cut off by another guard coming up behind me, and lifting me off my feet. I kicked at him, as hard as I could, but he didn't let go.

"Get off me!" I screamed when he took his hand away from my mouth.

I kicked again, hard, and my foot landed in his crotch. The guard howled in pain, and dropped me. I fell hard to the floor, and felt one of my knives under my fingers. I held it high, and stabbed it into one of the guards, pulled it out, and threw it at another. It hit him fair in the chest, and he dropped to the ground.

I crouched on my hands and knees, panting.

I heard footsteps, and looked up to see Ed staring down at me in concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked frantically, searching me for any wounds. He ran his fingers over the cut on my cheek, and the bruise that was blossoming there.

"That bastard," he said, looking down at the dead guard in anger. He leant forward and kissed the wound, before kissing my lips softly. I smiled at him.

We heard a clatter down in the courtyard, and another clatter at the doorway. Another guard ran out, and Ed attacked his quickly. This guard obviously was alright with the sword, and fought back.

I heard Peters shout from below. "QUICK! ED, SIGNAL THE TROOPS!"

"I'm a bit busy Pete!" Edmund yelled back, as he leant backwards over the tower. I picked up my knife, and stabbed the guard in the back, pulling the knife out as he went down. I collected my other knife, wiping the blood off as I made my way back to Ed, who was signalling the troops to come.

In a matter of moments, we saw the portacullis open, and our troops charge in, accompanied by the others, and a shout of "FOR NARNIA!".

Ed and I followed the staircase inside the tower down, until we were on a ledge on the second level above the courtyard.

It could be seen immediately that the Narnians were fighting hard, but we had lost our advantage. We no longer had the element of surprise.

Things got even worse when we watched a troop of crossbow archers file out along the edge below us, ready to aim down into the courtyard. It was the same on all edges around the courtyard, and I knew immediately we weren't going to win.

I watched in horror as a crossbow man below us took aim at Maria, who was fighting hard from a staircase, above the action, yet close enough to pick Telmarines off one by one. I was sure Peter had placed her there, obviously to keep her out of the thick of things.

I couldn't let her get hit. I acted on impulse, and pulled myself up on the roof, and slid down, knocking the soldier down, down, down to his death. I heard Ed's grunt as he landed beside me.

He glared at me, and I smiled apologetically.

"ED! EM!" Peter roared from below, and we realised the entire line of crossbow men were staring at us. They raised their crossbows, and Ed and I ran for the door, diving inside, Ed closing the door with his feet behind us.

We leapt up, locking the door, and followed the staircase up. I prayed that it led somewhere other than just the top of a tower, and my prayers were answered.

Ed spoke as we ran.

"There is a griffin somewhere up on these towers. You find him and get away, I'll lead the guards away and get down to the others."

I nodded, and he pulled me forward for a kiss. We separated, and he pushed me off towards a staircase. I ran as fast as I could up the stairs, the sound of the guards pursuing Edmund loud in my ears. I came out onto the top of the tower, and closed the door behind me, trying to make sure it would stay shut. I ran to the edge of the tower, and looked out to the sky.

"HELP! NARNIAN GRIFFIN, HELP!" I screamed, but there was no reply. I glanced over to another tower, and saw Edmund atop it. He met my eyes, and looked confused. The door from my tower opened, and six guards approached me.

I looked down, suddenly not fearing the height anymore. I knew I was going to die; there was no other alternative: no griffin to fly me away to safety. I only had a choice, of how to die.

I could fall into that endless abyss, discover what was down there, feel like I was flying. Or I could get stabbed, captured and suffer endless pain under torture.

I chose falling.

I stepped through the stone 'teeth', said my goodbyes, and let myself fall.

I let out a scream as I fell, and heard Edmunds shout of horror.

It felt right that I would die after flying.

I just didn't count on my 'alternative form of transport' to catch me.

I let out a loud 'ooof!' as Edmund grabbed my waist, and pulled me onto the griffin in front of him.

"Don't you ever do that to me again," he hissed in my ear as we flew back up towards the castle.

I just turned my face into his chest and cried. He held me tight on the griffin as we approached the castle, and flew over the courtyard. I opened my eyes, and couldn't believe what I saw.

Death.

All Narnian creatures lay dead on the wet cobblestones, either bleeding from mortal wounds, or with several crossbow bolts hammered into their bodies. Among them, there were Telmarines dead too; even more than the Narnians.

We kept flying, and followed the track back in the direction of the How, behind what was left of the Narnian raid army.

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MARIA-

I fired arrow after endless arrow into the fray, stabbing soldiers that got too close without mercy. I imagined they were mindless zombies, like the ones from the THRILLER video attacking me, and it helped. I didn't feel bad about killing people that were already dead, though I doubted these 'zombies' would gang together and randomly start dancing.

One guy got really close, and I saw Peter come out of nowhere and finish him off. Peter brushed his hand against my back, and I shivered with delight. Peter kept running up the staircase I was standing on, and I looked up to see Miraz standing there on the balcony. A minotaur followed Peter, and jumped up onto the balcony.

I kept fighting, but out of the corner of my eye I was watching what was happening. I glanced back onto the battlefield, and saw many things at once.

I saw Caspian running back into the castle.

I saw Susan fighting like a champion near Glenstorm.

I saw Emily and Edmund slide down and knock a few archers off a wall.

I saw Trumpkin fall from a window, and hard to the ground below.

And then I heard a roar from above me, and the minotaur fell to his death. It was unlucky, because he fell on me. I rolled down with him, and found myself pinned under the massive weight of his body. I was hidden from anyones view, and it hurt like hell. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Peter run past, and I screamed for help.

There was a big bang, and the portacullis began to fall down. Asterius ran and caught it, holding it above him with his massive strength. I heard Peters shout, of "FALL BACK! RETREAT!"

I struggled even more, knowing I had to hurry.

"HELP!" I screamed to a pair of fauns running past. They stopped dead, and seemed to recgonise me.

"My Lady!" One shouted, and they helped move the dead minotaur off of me. Tehy helped me up, and we limped towards the gate as fast as we could. I saw Peter almost through the gate. He was running beside a horse led by Caspian, who had some random girl sitting behind him, and jumped onto it, continuing through the gate. I ran hard for the gate, but when I was merely three meters away, Asterius collapsed, and the portacullis rolled down, stopping on his body. I ran forward anyway, watching in joy as Reepicheep get through. The group of Narnians were milling at the closed Portacullis, and they all recognised me.

"Quick! Get her to the front!" A centaur shouted, and I recognised him to be one of Glenstorms sons. The group pushed me forward, protecting me from the hail of arrows that was taking them all down, one by one. I slammed up against the portacullis, and was astonished to see Peter, staring at the trapped soldiers in regret.

"PETER!" I screamed as loud as I could, and his eyes snapped to mine. His widened, and filled with tears, his mouth open as he stared at my trapped and done for position.

"GO! GET AWAY!" I screamed at him, and nocked another arrow on my string.

"Peter, the bridge!" Someone shouted, and Peter did what he was told, and jumped the bridge, riding away after his army, and leaving me behind to die.

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EMILY-

Ed and I landed in the small campsite halfway to the How. The injured needed to be treated, and rest was needed. As soon as we touched ground, Ed and I were running towards the royal tent. We pushed through the flap, hand in hand, and Caspian and Peter turned around. They both looked angry as hell.

"Is everyone alright?" I cried, and Caspian nodded.

"Oh, thank god." I sighed, and Ed squeezed my hand.

"Wheres Sue and Maria?" I asked.

"Susan is in the medicine tent, treating people." Caspian said, but Susans voice stopped him.

"Not anymore, I'm right here." She said, entering the tent with her gentle grace.

"Wheres Maria?" I asked.

"Probably with the fauns," Caspian said, "She loves them."

"She's not with the fauns." Peter said suddenly.

We all looked at him.

"Well then where is she?"

Peter looked at me, his blue eyes full of tears. I frowned, but somewhere in my mind, something clicked.

"Peter," I said breathlessly, "Where is she?"

"She didn't get out, Emily." Peter said, his voice devoid of any emotion whatsoever.

"What?" Caspian hissed, as Susan gasped and clutched his arm. Ed's hand squeezed mine so tight I coudnt feel it.

"Maria...didnt...gone..?" I breathed, before my knees gave way, and Ed was holding me up. I couldn't even cry; I was in too much shock. Maria...

Finally, I let out an exhale of relief when everything went black.