Hello! Okay, so this is the last official chapter of LWW. I've started a new story involving Amber, called the Lost Tales, so if you want more of Amber... I'll explain that later.

So, I have to keep up with three or four stories, not to mention my original ones... so I really don't know how often I'll be posting, it might be a little irregular, especially with school starting soon...

This chapter is pretty long; it took up a lot more room. I hope you like it =)
Review please

Chapter 12

The battle was not going well. The Witch had managed to turn half the army to stone, and those in the other half were quickly losing vigor. Peter was too busy fighting to encourage his troops, and Amber was getting tired. Edmund had, on Peter's orders, held back, keeping several troops in reserve. He now unleashed them. Amber reluctantly retreated, letting the fresh men take over while she caught her breath. She turned back into a Girl and fell to the ground. Edmund and Mr. Beaver stood beside her, protecting her while she rested.

"No… Peter… needs all the men… he can get... out there," Amber protested. "I'm fine… I… I just need… to catch my breath… I'll be able to… to fight in a… a minute."

"Peter would have my hide if I let you get hurt while your back was turned," Edmund said. "Besides, he probably doesn't want me in the thick of things." Amber didn't miss the hint of bitterness in the boy's voice, but she was too winded to talk about it. She just smiled gratefully and continued to breathe in and out.

"Look!" she cried, pointing. Edmund and Beaver followed her gaze. The Witch was fast approaching a group of fighters- a group that Peter was leading! Her wand was at the ready. A few stray Narnians saw her, and charged at her. Amber gasped as the Witch just waved her wand, and they turned to stone. Edmund's eyes widened.

"Her wand…" he whispered. He rushed to down to Peter before Amber could ask what he meant.

"By the Mane, what is that boy doing?" cried Beaver. Amber smiled when she realized the answer.

"Her wand!" she cried, just as Edmund brought his sword crashing down onto the Witch's wand, breaking it. The Witch stared at Edmund in shock, and he just stared back defiantly. Then, before he could turn away, Jadis plunged the jagged end right into his gut! Peter saw this, and furiously stalked toward the Witch. Amber growled, turning back into a Tigress before Beaver could protest, and surged forward. Peter and the Witch were fighting now, but Jadis was obviously the better swordsman, and she had two swords. Amber knew that if Peter didn't get help soon, he would be toast. She also knew that she wouldn't get there fast enough. She opened her mouth to roar, but someone beat her to it. Every moving creature stopped and stared, looking for the source of the mighty sound.

Aslan! He was standing on the hilltop! Susan and Lucy stood beside him, and on the other side of Lucy stood a Faun. Amber assumed that this was Tumnus.

Needless to say, Aslan made quick work of the White Witch. She had been much too shocked to defend herself, so there really hadn't been much to do. Her army scattered at the sight of the great Lion, leaving the battlefield strewn with the bodies of the dead, wounded, and petrified. Lucy and Susan rushed toward their big brother, and the three embraced each other.

"Where's Edmund?" Susan asked suddenly. Amber turned back into a Girl once more and walked over to the group sadly.

"The… the Witch… after Ed broke her wand…" Peter stared at Amber, before getting up and running over the battlefield, searching for his brother.

"Edmund!" Lucy cried in horror as she saw him. Susan joined her.

"Wait! Stop him!" Amber shouted, gesturing toward Jadis's Dwarf-who had somehow managed to survive- who was holding an axe above the boy. Susan drew an arrow and let it fly, almost without even looking. It hit the Dwarf right in the heart. Without even checking to see if the arrow had hit its mark, Susan ran toward her baby brother, followed closely by Peter, Amber, and Lucy. Edmund was still breathing, but it was shallow, as if breathing were a great struggle. Lucy took out her cordial- which, until now, had lay all but forgotten on her hip. She let a single drop fall from the delicate little bottle, and immediately Edmund's face began to relax. His breathing became deeper, and his eyes fluttered. He sat up just in time to be thrown back onto the ground by the force of his siblings' hugs and kisses.

"Lucy," Aslan said. She glanced up past the Lion, and her eyes brightened as he breathed on one of the statues. The Monkey came back to life. Lucy grinned, taking her cordial and running around the battlefield, administering it to whomever needed it.

Amber sat back contentedly, once again leaning against Peter, though she was unaware of it until he put both his arms around her waist.

"Thank you," he whispered, moving his head so that his mouth was by her ear. "Thank you for believing in me, even though I didn't believe in myself." Amber tried to shrug, but it was rather awkward with Peter's chin on her shoulder. Instead, she just sighed and allowed him to support her. She was still weary from battle, and she was content to let Lucy and Aslan do the running around. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

"To the glistening Eastern Sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant. To the great Western Wood, I give you King Edmund the Just. To the radiant Southern Sun, I give you Queen Susan the Gentle. And to the clear Northern Sky, I give you King Peter the Magnificent. Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars reign down from the heavens. Long live King Peter. Long live King Edmund. Long live Queen Susan. Long life Queen Lucy."

Amber cheered along with every other Narnian in the great Throne Room. She clapped when the Pevensies were coronated. When they sat in their thrones, Amber felt the earth tremble as Narnia welcomed her new Kings and Queens.

The celebration was amazing. Music came from the sea- the merpeople were singing for the new Kings and Queens. Food appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and the Fauns and Naiads danced unceasingly. Amber wanted to join them, but felt compelled to be alone. So she slipped away quietly, heading down toward the beach. She took her shoes off, and walked along the surf, not caring that the bottom of her dress was soaked.

"Do you not enjoy the celebration, Lady Tigress?"

"It's not that, Sir" Amber said. Somehow, she had been expecting the great Lion. "I was thinking about what you said, before the battle. About me having to make a choice."

"Yes. Are you ready to make that choice?"

"I… I want to stay in Narnia… but I'll miss my father. If I don't come back, will he worry?"

"Your father knows Me very well, Child," Aslan said. "He knows all about your destiny, and about the choice you have to make. He has given you the freedom to choose, and while he will miss you as you will him, he knows that you will have made the choice that makes you happiest."

"What about the Pevensies? Will they stay here forever?" Aslan looked deep into Amber's eyes. She knew then and there the answer to that question. She sighed and looked down.

"When will they leave?" she asked. "Narnia has just got her Kings and Queens. Will she have to say goodbye soon?"

"The Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve come and go through Narnia," Aslan said. "For the Pevensies, their time will come and go as well. But that is not for some years yet."

"And if I choose to go back… will I be allowed to go and say goodbye?"

"I am leaving now," Aslan said. "You will not have time."

"So I have to choose now?"

"Yes." Amber sighed, but she knew what her choice was. She had known her choice since the day she had come into Narnia.

"I belong here, in Narnia," she said. "I was born for this world." Aslan nodded, and breathed on the Tigress.

"Narnia needs you," he said. "But know this: no matter what happens, you have chosen to live here. You shall live here until the end of time. Do you accept this?"

"You… you mean, I'll just… go on? Not dying, just… getting older?"

"You will age as your old world does. Goodbye, my Daughter, until we meet again," Aslan said. Amber nodded as the Lion turned and walked away. She stared after Him for a long time, then she sighed and headed back to Cair Paravel.

Okay, so what Aslan meant when he said Amber would age with this world is that she'll age as the Pevensies do when they get back to England. Does that make sense?

What do y'all think, did she make the right choice?

Okay, so I am going to do HAHB, but I've posted a new story that actually takes place after HAHB. It's called The Lost Tales, and I personally think it is very good. Please read it, if you like Amber. If you don't really care for her too much, then don't bother, but, as always, please review =D