OH MAN IT'S ONLY ONE CHAPTER AWAY.

so guys, do you think a sequel would work? i don't know really if I should or not, but it's up to you.

oh and, the finale chapter will be up tomorrow or sunday!

loves, sass.

p.s. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS STRONG VIOLENCE. BE CAREFUL WHEN APPROACHING IT.

And today the millions cry,

We eat and drink while, tomorrow they die.

I looked at him, puzzled, "Uhm… no. I don't think I do, sorry." I peered outside, the sun was setting. No! This was it, this was the moment for when I would find out what was truly going on. "Peter, I'm sorry, but I must meet with Aslan. If you'd excuse me…"

I left him in the middle of great hall, as I ran outside.

On to the balcony area, Lucy and Tumnus were talking to one another, she was looking down onto the beach however, onto Aslan sitting there, watching the sea. She saw me and walked up to me, "Aslan looked worried."

I couldn't see his face, "I'm sorry Lucy, but I really need to meet with him, I talk with you when I get back."

She nodded as she obviously must have understood, and rejoined Tumnus again. However, I walked down the front steps and across the grass, feeling it partially tickle my feet. It felt cool and airy, and lovely. But I was going to see Aslan, and I had to focus on that. I was now faced with the beach, but first of all I had to climb down some steep steps, taking one step at a time, I must have taken a while, but Aslan was patient.

And now I understood what Lucy had meant; he looked worried, concerned almost, he faced me and stood up, turning his face into a vague smile. I lightly smiled back as he begun to talk. "So," Aslan began, "I suppose I must tell you the real reason as to why you're here, with us as a daughter of Eve."

"I suppose," Was I ready for this? Was I ready for the truth? Was I ready for anything whatsoever?

Aslan looked back at the sea, "Your wars are always so brutal. But this boat you were on, it was sunk by your enemy. I wanted to intervene." He paused before I quizzically looked at the sea too, "Your Great Uncle; is he Professor Digory Kirke?"

How did he know about my uncle? I nodded, "Yes…"

"A long time ago he came to Narnia, as a boy, but you are his youngest surviving living relative of him, and I couldn't know that I had not given you a good life here, which would stay with your mind forever. So I called you here, I had changed… the balance of things. There was only ever meant to be the Pevensies."

I nodded weakly. Only four were ever meant to be here, and I was never one of them.

"I called you Fearless as your title because now I know that you are unafraid of anything. Whether it be dying or fighting someone stronger than you…" He paused, looking at me. "Get on my back Clara."

I looked at him strangely, "W-why?" I asked

"Just get on my back!"

I obeyed, and sat on his back, gripping some of his soft fur. What was going on? I didn't know at that point. I looked around, and at that moment, I saw what was coming.

Minotaurs, giants, white tigers, dwarves. Around thirty were running from a cave on the beach.

They were running towards us.

They were no more than a few metres away until Aslan roared. They stopped, hearing the roar echo around the beach, and then Aslan ran. I gripped onto him with everything I could. He stopped and turned to the action, "Get off and run dear one, your life is at stake!"

I got off, but I wouldn't move, "I'm not leaving you to die."

Aslan bared his teeth at the charging tiger, and ran, he ran straight at him when they collided. I heard the most terrible yelps and cries, but I couldn't watch what was going on. When the yelps stopped, I opened them to see the white tiger, laying out upon the beach; it's white fur drenched with blood. Aslan turned and said something else, but I was deaf to everything.

Aslan was drenched in blood too.

"No…" I whispered, feeling giddy. I fell to my knees, sick to my stomach. This was my entire fault! How did they know about this?

I looked up and saw a rat amongst the Witch's soldiers.

The rat from the day before.

There were two giants running towards me now. Aslan ran after one, dragging one to his death, but the other had its axe raised; ready to kill. I got to my feet and ran to the sea; I couldn't run to the stairs in that time! The sea was my only friend now.

That's when I saw my opportunity.

Aslan was attempting to kill some other creatures when I ran underneath the giant's arm and to its fallen comrade. I needed a weapon to defend myself; I desperately needed one. I drew a long sword out of its belt sheath before I was poised to attack the giant now heading my way.

CLINK!

The swords clashed.

I could hear mixed shouts from the Pevensies, they were running down. I saw some other soldiers run down too. My heart filled up with happiness as we were now not as outnumbered, but still in dire need of more help. Our swords clinked again as the giant's strength moved me back to the sea. He tried to make another strike at me, but we were locked again.

I was now knee deep in water, but that's when I saw Aslan in danger, encircled by creatures shouting at him, throwing words of hate at him. Anger swelled as I had finally stabbed the giant; my first kill.

Did he have any family? Did he have anyone to care for? I wondered then.

He dropped like a stone as I ran to where Aslan was, "No!" I screamed, as I aimed my sword at a fierce looking dwarf. I felt the sword plunge through him and I was shoved to the ground by something. I looked up to see a Minotaur pick me up and throw me to Aslan in the circle. Then it was my turn to be ridiculed. I fell straight onto the sand as I was pushed; my crown fell to the sand also. Aslan growled loudly as they closed in.

"Stop!"

Peter was coming towards us, but I should have seen what was coming.

A Minotaur grabbed me and pulled me away, his furry hand covering my mouth, not wanting me to scream. I struggled around for a while until I saw that there was no-one of the circle left.

"Let go of her!" Aslan shouted; his teeth bearing.

The Minotaur drew a sword and held it to my neck; the cold metal being pushed into my skin. I felt it drawing blood, "I will never let go of her! I fight for my Queen Jadis and I always shall!" the Minotaur's response came, "If you come any closer I will cut her throat!"

"Please, leave her out of this! She never did any harm to you-" Peter began, and was cut off.

"Her harm came as she is one of the three daughters' of Eve!" he shouted again

Silence as I felt blood drip down my neck and onto my dress. I whimpered in fright and the Minotaur shook me, "Quiet human!" He said before looking at Aslan, Peter, Edmund and Susan. Susan had her bow raised, arrow at the ready to shoot; but her hands were shaking. Edmund had a sword; raised, but he looked like he might faint, and Peter looked as if he was on a rampage.

I started to cry, I was so scared. No I was going to die.

I heard someone make a step forward, and another, and another.

I pulled my mouth away from the Minotaur, "No!" I screamed.

Then I felt the blade swipe across my neck.

He suddenly let go as Peter put his sword through him.

I heard various screams. Thank goodness Lucy wasn't there. I used a hand and touched where I had been cut, and I inspected it. Blood. My hand was covered.

I was choking on my own blood. Coughing up flesh, I was walking almost drunkenly to the sea as I felt like I couldn't do this anymore. I was weak with losing so much blood. I couldn't live like this! I fell into the water at some point, my neck stinging but somehow I could still breathe, like the wound wasn't deep enough, just.

All the Pevensies were shouting. Then suddenly, Peter threw off his crown and jumped in after me and swam towards me I was still on the surface, using up what was left of my strength to keep myself alive, "Take my hand! He shouted as he was near.

But I couldn't.

That was it. I remembered when I was dying now!

Peter knelt next to Susan; baring a slightly embarrassed and a weak smile. Edmund looked at me with his always inquisitive expression from Lucy's side. I felt someone holding my hand on my other side; Susan was smiling at me with such happiness and I too, was happy that I had a friend. The hand quickly realised, as if in embarrassment?

It wasn't Susan, it was Peter!

"I… remember!" I choked.

Then I couldn't breathe, my head was submerged as I couldn't keep it up.

I last remember my eyes being open, so that must have been what happened, I'm so sure. I don't want to be sure that I died, but I knew deep down that I had.