We headed inside the tomb to prepare for the battle about to take place. The Telmarines were getting ready to attack. And they did not hesitate. They began shooting catapults immediately. The cavalry began to ride toward us, and I looked at Peter, awaiting his orders. Peter looked over at Caspian, and he turned his horse around, following through whatever he had been told to do. He and a centaur headed into the tomb, and Peter began counting. Susan was giving her commands to the archers, and I was itching with fear and anxiety all over again.

"Peter." I said. He looked at me. "I know this may not be the best time, seeing as how we're about to go to battle, but I just thought you might need to know something."

"What is it?" He had finished counting in between intervals of my speaking. "Get ready!" He announced to the soldiers.

"Well, you see, the thing is…" I paused, taking a breath to steady the adrenaline that was rushing through my veins. Fresh air in the middle of battle didn't do me any good. I saw the ground falling in, and the horses and horsemen falling with it.

"Ellie, what?"

"Later might be a better time." I told him. He looked a bit frustrated. But I had to tell him. I had an urge to. But maybe that was just some weird hormone. But what if it what the Protectress in me, telling him that he needed to know? Why now? "But you might want to know now, I'm not sure?"

"Ellie, what is going on? What do you need to tell me?"

"Now!" The arrows were let loose, and they flew through the air, hitting their targets. Edmund got on his horse, and the soldiers were ready to fight. And in that moment, I lost all of my courage to tell him. It all went straight to the battle.

"Later." I told him.

"Charge!" Peter shouted, still looking at me with curiosity. We raced forward, and Caspian led his own group of soldiers around the cavalry. We began fighting, and slaying all the Telmarines we came across. We spared no one. The Narnians fought bravely and courageously. It was an amazing sight to see. And I did all I could in my power to protect my land, as was my duty. But then all the other Telmarines began marching toward us. Peter look worried, but I knew we couldn't lose hope.

The Gryphons would help us. They carried the dwarves who would use their crossbows against the opposing soldiers. The catapults soon began throwing spears into the air, hitting the large birds. So I kept on fighting. The Telmarines showed no mercy, so I would give them all the fight I had in me. I dodged as many blows as I could, but it was inevitable that I would get hurt. I managed to block my belly, and got hit mostly around the upper torso, my arms, and jaw. I didn't keep track of how many I slew, but I killed any who got in my way. I wasn't just the Protectress anymore; I was going to be a mother. I had more than just this majestic land to protect.

"Back to the helm!" Peter ordered. We fell back as the large masses of Telmarine soldiers got closer and closer. The catapults were throwing the boulders stronger now, and were hitting the tomb. They were hitting toward the doorway, and soon, the entire entrance collapsed, leaving us forced to keep on fighting. Susan had been knocked off the ledge, but had dropped to another ledge and was safe. Caspian and Peter looked at each other, and knew what had to be done. Edmund and Susan joined my side, and we stepped up to stand next to Peter and Caspian. And then we ran for it, not knowing what would happen, but hoping for the best. For us, and the Narnians.

Again, we killed anyone who got in our way, showing no mercy, and giving every bit of strength we had into our blows. Some Narnians showed the most bravery, and went in alone to kill off the masses of soldiers. We could not hesitate in our attacks. They were encircling us, allowing no chance of escape. We had to fight, or die. I wasn't ready to give up; I had a baby to live for. But my energy was spent. So I slowly closed my eyes and yearned for every power that I knew of.

Help

And help came. Soon, we weren't alone. The plants were with us. No, the very earth itself was helping us fight this battle. The trees were alive again and were slaughtering the Telmarines left and right. I could breathe again. The trees used their roots and branches to their will, and the catapults were destroyed one by one.

"For Aslan!" Peter shouted. We began charging again, this time, with more hope and confidence that we could win. We drove the Telmarines back into the forest, and back to where they came from. They stopped before crossing the bridge, seeing little Lucy with a menacing look on her face. She was determined. Then she pulled out her dagger looking quite innocent. And then Aslan joined her. I could have cried out in pure joy, knowing the mighty lion was with us once again.

"Aslan." I whispered happily. The men began crossing the river, but I knew that wouldn't do. I looked over at Aslan and he nodded. So I padded to the water and whispered my command.

Help

And it came. It came with a great ferocity that I could not have imagined such a thing. Th mighty power of the water rose up, tossing and turning, drowning every one of the last Telmarine soldiers. And when it was over, Edmund, Susan, Peter, Caspian and I walked over to Aslan and Lucy. We humbly bowed before him in gratitude.

"Rise kings, and queen of Narnia." Aslan growled softly." Protectress, you too." We obeyed, but Caspian knelt still. "All of you." Caspian looked up in astonishment before standing.

"I do not think I am ready." He admitted.

"It's for that very reason that you are." Then the little mice came forward, their leader on a stretcher. Lucy rushed forward to give him her potion. I smiled when the courageous mouse arose from his back.

"Oh! Thank you, your Majesty!" He exclaimed. "Oh! Hail Aslan! It is a great honor to meet you." He bowed but stumbled and saw his little stump of a tail. "I am completely out of countenance. I must crave your indulgence for this unseemly fashion." He looked up at Lucy's potion. "Uh, perhaps a drop more?"

"I don't think it does that." Lucy apologized.

"You can have a go." Aslan chuckled amusedly.

"It becomes you well, small mouse."

"All the same, brave king, I regret that I must withdraw. For a tail is the honor and glory of a mouse." He withheld his sword.

"Perhaps you think too much about honor, friend." Aslan replied.

"Well, it's not just the honor. It's also great for balance. And climbing, and grabbing things."

"If I may please, your majesty." A mouse piped up. "We will not bear the shame of wearing that denied to our chief." I stifled a chuckled at that. Aslan did not do that same as I did. He was wholeheartedly laughing.

"Not for the sake of your dignity." He told them. "But for the love of your people." I saw the mouse's tail grow back into place. It had been a while since I'd seen that kind of simple magic. It never failed to astound me. Lucy and I giggled at the mouse's reaction. He was quite pleased to be reunited with his beloved tail.

"Thank you! Thank you, my liege." He bowed to the lion. "I will treasure it always. From this day forward, it will serve as a great reminder of my humiliation." I laughed outright at that one.

"Now, where's this dear little friend you've told me so much about?" Aslan asked Lucy. We all looked over to the little dwarf. He looked quite confused and sheepish as he walked over to where we were standing. He bowed before Aslan, and the mighty lion roared loudly.

"Do you see him now?" Lucy asked.

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