Sorry for the wait! I know it's been a LONG time since I've updated, I just haven't had any time to do anything with this story in a while. Thanks for your patience.

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"Do you need some help getting ready?" Aurora walked into the room to find Amara sliding the chained armor on over her shirt.

"No but thank you; I put these things on all the time" Amara smiled at the girl behind her through the mirror. Aurora heard the clicking of the arm guards as Amara put them into place. She sighed as she twisted them to make them more comfortable.

"What is it? Do you not want to do this?" Aurora asked.

"No. I do. It's just… why do you want me as your knight anyways? You know what I'm like when I have to protect someone." Amara warned.

"Yes I do. But you remind me of Allen. I can see him in you." Amara smiled slightly and enveloped her friend in a hug.

"Thank you." Was all Amara could say. They broke away from their hug and smiled at each other.

"See you in there, Lady Amara." Amara rolled her eyes at the title as Aurora walked out of the room. She turned back to the mirror and took a deep steadying breath. She put her formal cape on then the fitted shoulder guards. After tying the sword around her waist, two men walked into the room. Seeing their commander, they smiled.

"They're ready, Commander." one of them said.

"Thank you. I guess we must be on our way then. We're adding a few hundred people to our regiment and once we've earned their trust, we can carry out our plan." Amara said as she placed the dagger into her boot. Then the three walked out of the room and into the ceremony waiting for them.

The doors to the back of the great hall opened. Amara walked through them, a stubborn look on her face. She walked down the aisle, accompanied by two of her knights on either side. When they reached the stairs, the men bowed then stood, turned and took their places at the nearest end of the line of warriors. Peter watched as the woman knelt in front of him. This was the first time he had ever knighted a female into the order.

"Do you swear to uphold to all of the truths set forth by Aslan?"

"I do." She answered, not looking up from her position.

"And do you swear to live by the code of the knights, putting others before yourself?"

"I do."

"And do you swear to bring about justice and truth to our land to the best of your ability?"

"I do." Peter then motioned to Aurora who approached.

"Your majesty, is this the knight you wish to claim as your protector?" he asked.

"Yes, she is." Aurora nodded, her head held high in pride for her friend.

"Amara, do you swear to protect her majesty Queen Aurora to the best of your ability, putting her life before your own?"

"I do so solemnly swear to uphold the truths set forth by Aslan, to bring about justice and truth and to put her majesty Queen Aurora before myself no matter what the cost."

"Then, rise Lady Amara, Commanding Knight of Narnia, protector of Queen Aurora." He placed the blade of the sword on each of her shoulders as he spoke. He replaced the weapon on his hip. Amara did as she was told and turned to face the crowd of people and creatures in front of her. Applause rose from the onlookers. Aurora walked back to her throne and sat down facing her kingdom. Amara bowed to Peter once more and took her place in the line of knights. She removed her sword and held it out with the rest of the blades, symbolizing that she was now one of them. Peter nodded and they replaced their weapons. Amara walked back through the line and back to Aurora, taking her place to the right of her throne. She rested one hand on the top of the back of the chair and the other on the sword on her hip. The hand that was on her sword tightened when she looked to the back of the room out of the corner of her eye. Kahn was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and a smug expression on his face. There was a girl next to him eyeing her as if she were measuring Amara's movements. Amara never looked directly at the two of them but motioned for the men that had accompanied her to come to her. She whispered her command to have them arrested. The guards nodded but when Amara looked up, the couple was gone.

"What is it, Amara?" Aurora whispered to her, under the cover of Peter's speech.

"Nothing to worry about, your majesty; it's been taken care of." Amara straightened back up from bending down to hear Aurora and looked at Peter before she had a chance to respond.

Later that evening, Amara was still thinking about her brother. It bothered her that he had shown up and disappeared as quickly as he had. There had to be something else going on. And who was that woman? They both could only mean danger to the kings and queens Amara had sworn to protect.

"Where are you going?" Aurora asked. Amara had gotten up from her seat, leaving the quill and parchment where it was on the desk.

"I have a few things to take care of." She answered, clasping the neck of her cloak around her shoulders and pulling the hood up over her head hiding her face in shadow. She still had her sword on her hip. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the room. Aurora walked over to the desk where Amara had previously been. A frame was placed face down on it. She picked it up and examined the painting that was protected in it.

Amara sat in a grand chair, her long silver hair flowing down her back and onto the seat beside her. The tiara on her head could have blended in with her hair had it not been for a few jewels that speckled it. She had on a light blue dress with a lighter blue cloak attached at the shoulders. She was most likely in her upper teens, just before she had been forced to move in with Aurora.

On one side of her stood an older man with light brown hair and familiar green eyes. His gold crown seemed to shine through the canvas. He had an air of dignity and kindness about him. Aurora had known him to be a good and forgiving man. He was where Amara got all of her better traits. His green attire suited him nicely as did the darker green cloak that flowed behind him. He held one hand on the sword on his hip and the other was on the chair behind Amara.

On her other side stood a man the same age as Amara. His silver hair was in the same style that Amara's was now and blended well with the small crown that rested on his head. He wore black clothing with a grey cloak flowing the same way his father's did. This was a younger version of the same man that had attacked Amara on the trail to her camp only recently.

None of them smiled as they stared at the painter. Their eyes spoke for themselves. Although the color was identical, they were all different. Their father's eyes showed his compassion and kindness. Amara's held a slightly proud yet not overbearing attitude, one that Aurora had become used to over the past years. Aurora caught the expression in Kahn's eyes and shivered. A pure distain filled his entire side of the portrait. It was as if there was no emotion coming from the young man.

Aurora put the picture down the way it was and stepped away.

Amara ran down the stairs and out of the castle, her cloak billowing behind her. She saddled her horse and rode as fast as she could towards enemy lines. She rode through the line of tents. When she reached a familiar spot she got off of her horse and lowered her hood. Without even announcing herself, she barged in through the cloth door. Kahn looked up from the map in front of him. A small smile crept its way onto his face.

"I was wondering when you were coming to see me. I knew it wouldn't be long. Didn't I say that gentlemen?" The few men surrounding him nodded, eying Amara curiously. "If you will give us a moment, you are excused." Kahn nodded pointedly towards the door without taking his eyes off of his sister. Only once the men had left and the flap had closed behind them did Kahn speak again. His voice was taunting.

"What brings you all the way out here baby sister? This couldn't possibly be for a social visit could it?" He stepped out from behind the table and walked towards her, his arms outstretched as if she were going to run and hug him like she had all those years ago.

"Why?" Amara only spoke this word as her hand slowly moved towards her sword. If she knew anything about Kahn, he would have a weapon ready at all times.

"Why what, dearest sister? I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." Kahn was playing dumb. He knew Amara hated his games. This was one of them.

"Why did you take this away from us? These people were part of our home and our family. They're ruined now. You've destroyed lives. And I called you my brother." Amara was ashamed.

"We're twins, Mara, if you haven't already forgotten." Kahn said.

"It's not something I could easily forget. What happened to you? You were the one that took care of me when I was sick and Father wasn't able to be there. Were you not?" Amara started. "And did I not do the same for you? You've let your hatred get the better of you."

"And you haven't? Amara, your idea of vengeance for those men has been taken over by a thirst for blood. I know things about you Sister that even that child you call your queen wouldn't even guess."

"When the time comes, she will know the things that are necessary for her to know." Amara responded. Kahn began circling his twin slowly. The more Amara watched at him, the more she thought he resembled a vulture circling his prey waiting for it to die. "Until then, you leave her be. She means nothing to you."

"And yet she means something to you? You've never cared about anyone but yourself. How is that possible?" Kahn didn't seem particularly anxious for that question to be answered. His crooked smile shone on his face. The pride and arrogance that had built up in the man over the years radiated in that one expression.

"She does mean something to me. Things aren't what they used to be Kahn. This can't go on for much longer. I came to warn you. But now I see that it would be useless to even speak to you. I'm wasting my breath even now." Amara turned and walked out of tent, her brother following.

"Tell those weaklings you call royals to keep an eye out. It might prove useful." Amara swung her leg over the saddle and settled herself in the seat. She looked pointedly at her twin.

"My word of warning to you: You leave each and every one of them alone and you will avoid experiencing first hand what I've learned and am capable of since you abandoned us." With that, Amara rode back to Cair Paravel, her head held high against her brother's words.

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