When I look at you I see forgiveness,

I see the truth,

You love me for who I am,

Like the stars hold the moon.

Right there where they belong,

And I know I'm not alone.

Yeah, when my world is falling apart,

When there's no light to break up the dark,

That's when I look at you.

'When I Look At You', Miley Cyrus

I stared in confusion as Glozelle turned to ride hard back towards the Telmarine army. A few soldiers rushed towards us but Peter quickly span and cut them down in a few swift strokes.

"To arms, Telmar! To arms!" Glozellee called and the armies raised their weapons and cheered loudly.

"Cavalry… charge!" Glozelle roared.

The Telmarines charged.

Peter looked back at Caspian, who turned and rode his own horse back into the How.

"One," Peter began, joining me and Edmund. I could almost feel the thundering beneath our feet as I steadily drew my blades. "Two. Three."

I heard the voice of Susan behind us. "Archers to the ready!"

"Seven," Peter went on. I swallowed, readying myself. "Eight. Nine. Get ready!"

Ahead of us, I saw the ground collapse suddenly and fall away into nothing. The approaching Telmarine horses scrabbled for a hold but it was no use.

A shower of arrows flew over our heads and I glanced up to watch the Narnian feathers strike into the opposing army. And then our own armies appeared behind them, Caspian at their lead.

I smiled grimly to myself. "Here we go."

"Charge!" Peter bellowed and I was off, like a horse awaiting the command to race. I threw myself into the fight, my blade spinning in my hands from one Telmarine to another, my skirt swirling about in a blaze of red, my hair flying gold.

I suddenly heard the rumble of marching and looked up. The rest of the Telmarine armies were approaching, and I looked up to see the griffins flying overhead, dwarves with their bows ready lodged in their talons.

I saw some of the arrows meet their targets but the Telmarines had the advantage of their catapaults. I winced each time a boulder for its mark, and began to vent every boulder upon the Telmarines around me.

"Back to the How!" I suddenly heard a familiar voice yell. I span around, cutting down another Telmarine, to see Peter racing back towards the How, the Narnians with him. I growled and sprinted after them, making for the stone entrance.

I reached the pavillion behind Peter and Caspian but skidded to a halt as a volley of boulders flew over my head and struck the How. I screamed as I saw Narnians fall beneath rocks, which crushed the entrance.

There was no way in now.

I saw Susan fall, but Trumpkin caught her and she slipped down safely to the next level. I turned and looked back at the approaching Telmarine armies. Susan and Edmund joined us, drawing their own weapons.

I had had enough. I'd seen my people suffer under the Telmarines just a little too long.

"This...ends...today," I said steadily and the five of us exchanged glances of agreement.

Then Peter charged and we followed.

I cut down the first Telmarine I met and slipped smoothly into auto, using every move and trick I had.

Suddenly, there was a rumble beneath my feet and I stepped back, tugging my blade from a Telmarine's chest. Then the ground beneath my feet gave way and I was rising up above the field. I crouched down and gripped the long earthy root beneath me with one hand. Root.

The trees!

I stood up and swung around, easily balanced. The trees were alive. And that meant on thing. The little queen Lucy had succeeded. Aslan was back.

I saw Peter across the field with Caspian. Caspian seemed in shock but Peter looked elated as he gave another battlecry. "For Aslan!"

The Narnians fell into another charge, and I backflipped off the root to the ground, charging with my army after he retreating Telmarines.

We raced through the trees and reached the river. I skidded to a halt beside Edmund and Peter, watching as the Telmarines began to cross the river. Some by bridge, some by water. And then, half way down, they halted.

I felt ecstatic as I saw why. Lucy stood on the othe side of the bridge, and as I watched, my father stepped up to join her.

Aslan at last.

Sopespian appeared to falter, glancing back at us before turning to Lucy and Aslan. "Charge!"

But as the army obeyed the order, the lion gave an almighty roar and the Telmarines halted again, unsure as the water beneath the bridge began to surge. It drained back, the level lowering. I could hear the thundering rush of water and looked upriver.

A tidal wave appeared to be forming, shooting downriver, rising higher and higher.

The river-god. I remembered first meeting him when I had been a child, and he had not changed. The great watery god broke the bride from its legs, lifting it up, soldiers falling as he did so. Sopespian alone remained upon the bridge on his skittering white mare, standing alone in centre, in the river-god's hands. He swung his sword wildly and uselessly as the water comes crashing down over him.

It was over. Miraz and Sopespian were dead, Glozelle surrendered.

I strode up on to the beach alongside Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Caspian and we all soundlessly knelt before Aslan. The great king was home.

"Rise Arneia," the wonderfully familiar voice commanded and I rose shakily. I looked up and met Aslan's eyes, the eyes I hadn't seen in thirteen hundred years. He nodded and I moved to take my place beside him, while Lucy remained to his left. I couldn't resist placing my hand in his warm mane and twisting the hair around my fingers as I had done as a child

"And rise, kings and queens of Narnia," Alslan bade. Peter, Susan, and Edmund all obediantly. I half smiled to myself as Caspian remained where he was.

"All of you," Aslan added.

"I do not think I am ready," Caspian replied, without getting up.

"It's for that very reason I know that you are," Aslan told him and Caspian looked up in surprise before standing.

I smiled encouragingly at him before glancing up as I heard familiar mournful pipes. Peter and Caspian partes to allow through a procession of Reepicheep's mice carrying... I tried not to gasp as I saw the lead mouse lying on a miniature stretcher. Lucy hurried forward and gave him a drop of cordial. I breathed a sigh as my little friend sat up shakily.

"Oh, thank you, your Majesty…" he murmured to her, before looking up at me. And Aslan

"Oh, hail Aslan!" he cried, leaping forwards. "It is a great honour to be-" He halted mid speech as he stumbled forward and I bit my lip. Reepicheep's tail was gone...

The mouse stuttered a moment in shock before turning to Aslan. "I am completely out of countenance. I must crave your indulgence for appearing in this unseemly fashion. Perhaps a drop more?"

He turned to Lucy hopefully but the little queen looked apologetic. "I don't think it does that."

"You can have a go!" Reepicheep encouraged and I swallowed back my sorrow for the proud yet brave mouse who always had believed me.

"It becomes you well, Small One," Aslan chuckled.

"All the same, great king, I regret that I must withdraw. For a tail is the honour and glory of a mouse."

"Perhaps you think too much of your honour, friend," Aslan commented.

"Well, it's not just the honour," Reepicheep stuttered. "It's also great for balance… and climbing… and grabbing things." I tried not to laugh. I could tell Aslan was only teasing him!

"Aslan," I murmured reproachfully, although I didn't quite succeed in wiping the smile from my face. Aslan smiled back at me reassuringly as the other mice drew their swords and held them to their own tails.

"May it please your high Majesty," Preepiceek announced, "we will not bear the shame of wearing an honour denied to our chief."

I looked hopefully down at Aslan as my father laughed. "Not for your honour, but for the love of your people…"

I sensed as well as heard the rippling gasp as Reepicheep's stump appeared to lengthen into a full tail again and I laughed at the mouse's evident delight.

"Oh, look! Thank you, thank you, my liege! I will treasure it always! From this day forward, it will serve as a great reminder of my huge humility!"

Aslan laughed again. "Now, where is this dear little friend you've told me so much about?"

I frowned in confusion. Dear little friend? I saw Peter and the others turn to look at Trumpkin who looked back nervously before slowly walking towards us. He bowed to Aslan, and I didn't flinch as Aslan roared.

Trumpkin shuddered at the strength of the sound as the Pevensies grinned.

"Do you see him now?" Lucy smiled.