Authours Note: Oh my…will Eilonwy ever escape?? Oooh read on and lets find out shall we? Maybe a little bit of action? (AS IN SWORD FIGHTING! Mature stuff may happen later…)

Xoxo

Emmerald –-

Vuelo de la Princesa

The Flight of The Princess

The door knocked again and voice startled Donnamaria.

"Entrado." She answered.

The door opened, revealing a young Telmarine soldier.

"¿Puedo ayudarle Señor?" Donnamaria questioned the young man.

"I was sent by General Glozelle. He asked me to come and collect the Princess."

The man answered nervously. Donnamaria could see that the soldier was armed, and had not just been sent to "collect" Eilonwy.

He had been sent for another purpose.

"I see." Donnamaria replied. "Well, I am sorry, but she is not here."

The soldier looked disappointed.

"Well, where is she?" the soldier asked.

Donnamaria remembered her promise.

"I do not know." She lied, pausing nervously. "I have not seen her since this morning."

"I see." The soldier replied. "Well then, I am sorry to disturb you." He bowed before leaving the room, leaving an anxious Donnamaria.

If he was reporting back to Glozelle, then Glozelle was acting under Miraz's orders.

She had to find Eilonwy and help her.

Eilonwy scurried down the winding staircase, very much like she had done earlier that morning, but this time with a quickened pace. She hadn't fully appreciated how heavy her bag was until she reached the bottom of the staircase.

She realized she had two options here.

There were two separate passages leading off from the one she was currently stationed in. She knew where the first one lead, having only been there just this noon.

With Telmarine soldiers stationed at every entrance and exit, either one could possibly lead her to her death, so what did it matter?

It was a risk.

A risk she was willing to take.

After taking a few moments to consider, she decided upon not taking the passage leading to the Counsel. She would do well to avoid that place again. It was filled with all kinds of horrors and secrets.

She began to walk slowly down the second passage way, having no clear indication of where it would lead her.

She kept herself close to the wall as she made her way down it; keeping her hands by her blade just in case. She wasn't hoping to spill any blood this eve, but if it meant her getting out of the castle and to Caspian, it was a bloody good start.

Her pace slowed as she approached the end of tunnel. She still kept herself to the wall, trying to remain hidden. She peered around the corner, and (not) to her surprise, there were two Telmarine soldiers stationed at the door opposite from where Eilonwy was stood.

Both of them were armed, however, one of them was sleeping and the other simply pacing around.

Eilonwy knew in a single combat, she would stand no chance.

No sooner had she turned her head back around the corner, Eilinwy looked in front of her, a smile plastered across her face.

She took a few seconds to consider her plan as she reached for the fire torch, removing from its holder. She took another glance around the corner, and the telmarine who had been pacing, now had his back to her.

It was the perfect time to strike.

It was now or never.

Eilonwy walked around the corner, the torch held in her hand. She tried her best to keep quiet. She did not desire to awaken the other telmarine until she had dealt with the first one. She kept to the shadows, hoping he would not become aware of her presence just yet.

She held the torch up high, and swung, hitting the soldier in the back of the head, causing him to fall to the floor. Eilonwy panicked, as he fell. Due to his armour, the fall had caused quite some noise. She heard the sleeping telmarine grunt in his sleep. She surveyed him, holding her breath in pure hope that he would not wake up. He didn't.

She bent down to the soldier whom she had just hit, and began stripping him off his weapons, knowing full well that he would not be unconscious for long. Plus, it had certainly saved her time from taking trip to the armoury.

She removed his sword, placing it into her own belt. His helmet, which had removed itself as he fell, was now in her possession. She placed it in her bag, hoping she would find good use for it later.

The sleeping telmarine grunted once more in his sleep.

Eilonwy walked towards the sleeping soldier, kneeling down and gently, yet efficiently removing his own sword from his belt carefully, gripping it tightly. She in turn drew the sword she just collected from the other Telmarine, and held it out towards the solider, just in line with his throat. The soldier stirred in his sleep, before opening his eyes slowly, gazing at the figure which stood before him.

"What the--" he murmured, trying to reach for his own sword, which of course was no longer there.

Eilonwy smiled beneath her hood.

"Looking for this?" she asked, revealing the soldiers own sword. The soldier panicked. "Get up." Eilonwy ordered. She had never had the pleasure of being in such control and she wasn't going to waste it. She threw the man's sword to one side.

The soldier did as he was told.

"¿Cómo se llama usted?" Eilonwy questioned the man.

"Paolo, su gracia." He replied. He was scared. He was only young, probably only a little older than Eilonwy herself. She heard how he referred to her as "your grace."

He obviously knew who she was.

"Well Paolo," Eilonwy began and soldier listened. "You are going to help me."

Donnamaria raced down corridor, hurried, but as if not to arose too much suspicion.

She was wearing a cloak, and in he hands, she carried a rare artifact, something which she needed to give to Eilonwy.

Donnamaria lost her own daughter very young, so she had never been able to give or pass down such an artifact to any of her own kin.

She held it close to her chest, praying in her native tongue, almost as if she was blessing it. She slipped the object into her inside pocket of her cloak as she turned the corner of the corridor, not knowing who she would bump into.

"Donnamaria," the voice beckoned. "Just the person I wished to speak with."

Donnamaria looked up, however not wanting to make eye contact with the owner of the voice.

"Lord Miraz," she said, bowing in his presence. "How can I be of service to you?"

Miraz glared at the nurse, his hands behind his back.

"I suppose you have heard about my daughter."

"No my'lord. I have heard nothing. All I know is that a soldier came for her earlier, and she was not present. Just myself."

"I see. Well my daughter seems to have a knack of just—how shall we say it--" Miraz paused, before turning his attention back to the nurse. "Disappearing." Donnamaria sensed an angered tone in the way he pronounced this.

"Well, you know Eilonwy my'lord--"

"Do I?" Miraz questioned, making Donnamaria more and more nervous.

"—I was just going to say m'lord, that well, if I know Eilonwy like I do, then she will turn up when you least expect it."

She smiled at Miraz, trying to ease him of questioning her any further.

"Anyway, I should be going." Donnamaria began to walk away, when Miraz grabbed her wrist.

"And just where would that place be you were going my dear?"

Donnamaria had to think fast. She promised Eilonwy she would say nothing unless she, herself, was in danger. She could not betray the girl who had been like a daughter to her all of seventeen years.

"For a walk my'lord. The sunset is so beautiful, I would hate to miss it."

Miraz glared at her directly in the eyes, searching for a flicker of fear or uncertainty. He found nothing.

"Off you go." He said, releasing his grip on her wrist.

"If I happen to cross paths with Eilonwy, I will most certainly tell her you are seeking her presence my'lord." Donnamaria said, bowing as she did.

"You do that." Miraz replied, a malicious smile entered his face.

He nodded his head, and Donnamaria proceeded along the corridor.

Miraz continued walking in the opposite direction. A single telmarine soldier which Donnamaria had passed earlier, was still stationed and had been listening to the conversation.

Miraz approached him. The telmarine bowed.

"Follow her." Miraz ordered, and the telmarine nodded, and began walking up the corridor, in the direction that Donnamaria had just exited from.

Paolo was walking down the cobbled path leading down to the stables, Eilonwy close behind, her sword had been replaced with a dagger which she had pressed against the young telmarine's back. Her bag had certainly gotten heavier as she had taken the fallen soldier's helmet for herself. She never knew when she might require it. Probably in due course.

Once they finally reached the stable door, Paolo stopped, as did Eilonwy.

"Open it." Eilonwy ordered gently.

Paolo reached for his belt, removing a small set of keys from it.

"¡Apresúrese!" Eilonwy whispered.

Paolo managed to get the stable door open and Eilonwy, still pressing the blade against his back ordered him to go inside first.

As they entered, Eilonwy saw Esmeralda tied up in the far corner.

"Stay there, please." Eilonwy asked the young man. "If you move, I will kill you." She placed her knife back into her belt pocket.

The man nodded in agreement.

He knew she wasn't kidding.

Eilonwy walked up towards Esmeralda, and freed her from the rope. She grabbed hold of her reigns and walked back up to Paolo who had not moved.

"Take the reigns, and follow my orders." Eilonwy dictated.

Paolo nodded once again. Eilonwy walked in front of Paolo, and peered from behind the door.

Everything was clear, and the sun had gradually begun set, introducing the night to the sky. Eilonwy looked up towards the castle.

Everything seemed calm.

Too calm.

She turned towards Paolo and indicated for him to follow her.

Her brought Esmeralda out into the courtyard, keeping a tight grip onto her reigns.

Eilonwy took once last look around, and realized everything so far had gone to plan. She looked at the telmarine soldier, who himself looked solemn.

She drew her knife once more, causing him to turn directly to her attention.

"You have served me well, so I will let you keep your life."

The young telmarine looked at Eilonwy before he spoke.

"Gracias, my princess." He answered timidly.

"Do not refer to me as that if you please," Eilonwy paused. "Once I leave this place tonight, I will no longer serve such a title. I will become the enemy. I only hope that if you choose to stay, that Miraz will offer you the same gratitude that I have. If you know what is best for you, leave now."

The Telmarine watched on as Eilonwy tore a piece of cloth off her dress. He watched as the Princess swiped the blade across her palm. She then dipped the cloth into her wound and pressed it tight. She winced as she did this applying more pressure before she spoke again.

Eilonwy was too occupied to notice that the telmarine had shifted forward. He grabbed her hand and she watched as he looked down at her, a small smile across his face. He rubbed her hand gently and Eilonwy responded by giving him a smile. Suddenly the young man reached for her sword, pushing Eilonwy to the ground with a huge force.

In his hand he held the sword that Eilonwy had stolen earlier. The telmarine held it out towards the princess.

Eilonwy looked at the young man with hatred.

"Soy la princesa lamentable, pero no puedo permitir escaparme." Paolo said, still holdingh the sword out towards her. "I am sorry to do this."

Eilonwy was almost certain he was about stike and as she closed her eyes, her whole life seemed to pass before her eyes. Her first thought was how she had never gotten to Caspian…

…her eyes tightly shut she heard a small grunt, and something collapsed onto the floor. She opened her eyes, and there in front of her was Paolo's body, a small blade pierced his armour and into his back.

Eilonwy gasped as she looked up at the figure stood behind the body.

"Donnamaria?" Eilonwy gasped.

Donnamaria ran towards the fallen Princess, opening her hand out towards her and pulled her up.

"Thankyou, for saving my life," Eilonwy retrieved her sword from the telmarine, and placed it back into her belt. "How can I ever repay you?"

Donnamaria grabbed Eilonwy's hand lovingly and smiled at the young princess.

"By freeing Narnia."

Eilonwy felt Donnamaria place something into her hand. She looked down and saw a set of beads. (Imagine Rosary beads like style.)

Eilonwy looked confused.

"My daughter never had the chance to receive these. I know she would want you to have them." Donnamaria said lovingly.

Eilonwy smiled.

"Carolyn is still with you Donnamaria. She always will be." Eilonwy replied.

"I know m'dear."

As the exchanged a small silence, there was shouting from the castle.

"The time is now Princess. You must go." Donnamaria urged.

Eilonwy did as she was told and mounted her horse.

"Where will you go?" Donnamaria asked.

"I am heading for the woods. I have a feeling I may find Caspian there."

"I have every faith in you and your cousin. Narnia is in your hands now. I hope I live long enough to watch you return, with Caspian as our King."

"So do I." Eilonwy felt her eyes well up. "Goodbye Donnamaria."

Eilonwy said bowing her head.

Donnamaria returned the favour.

With that, Eilonwy patted Esmeralda and she began to gallop through the courtyard.

Donnamaria watched Eilonwy kick her horse, and gallop off into the distance.

"Long live Aslan." She whispered.

It was going to be a long night.