Author's Note: No copyright intended. I do not own anything except my OC. Oh when Scarlet tells her story I'm going to write it as if it is just happening! Just telling you so you won't get confused!

The Voices in the Night

"We better get a good nights rest," Peter said as Scarlet walked in to the tent.

"Yes, we better," Scarlet answered.

In a few minutes Edmund blew out the candle and they went to sleep... well maybe.

Two hours later Scarlet was still staring at the ceiling. She turned to look at Edmund, but he was lying on his side with his back turned towards her. Then she turned to look at Peter. He had his hands behind his head and was staring at the ceiling too.

"Before I left my brother at the train station he told me I would have to fight for my life. I didn't know I would have to take his advice so literally," Scarlet said with a little laugh.

Peter lifted his head and asked, "What's your story? I mean what happened to have your brother decide to evacuate you?"

Scarlet suddenly had a very hollow look in her eyes. She started to tell her story, but she spoke and looked as if she could see everything before her eyes.

"Scarlet! Andrew! Go to the shelter the Germans are bombing!" Mrs. Montgomery yelled to her children.

Scarlet, and Andrew Montgomery suddenly sprang from there reading positions and started to run and collect a few necessities.

Scarlet, Andrew, and their mother ran as fast as they could to their shelter. As they reached the door Scarlet's mother looked back at their house.

"I have to go back and collect the money! If we live and our house gets bombed we will die of starvation if we don't have money! Andrew, if something happens to me take care of Scarlet. Scarlet, be a good girl. I love you both," Mrs Montgomery said then she hugged her children and ran back.

"Mother don't! Stop!" Scarlet cried. She tried to run after her, but Andrew held her back. Scarlet started to cry as she saw her mother's figure run toward the house.

Mrs. Montgomery ran towards her house, but suddenly a bomb landed a few feet away from her. It exploded.

"Mother!" Andrew and Scarlet screamed in unison.

Andrew ran to his mother. The bomb had landed close enough that her neck had been injured, but by the time Andrew got there his mother had bled to death. Andrew ran back to Scarlet. Scarlet had collapsed to her knees, and had started crying even harder. He picked her up and carried her in to the shelter.

The next day Andrew decided to evacuate his little sister.

Peter cringed at the thought of seeing his mother die before his eyes.

Scarlet still looked in the distance and had a very distance voice when she said, " Mother one time said she loved us more than anything." Scarlet looked like she came back to reality and added, "but I think she was lying."

It grew silent for a few moments.

"Peter, why didn't you enlist in the war?" Scarlet asked abruptly.

"I'm too young, plus mum needed help with the others. You know how Edmund is, he's such a handful," Peter answered.

"Well you could've lied about your age. I know plenty of boys that did. You know Edmund just does the things he does because he wants your attention. When you father went off to war you became Edmund's father figure. He just wants you to be his brother again, but most importantly his best friend," she said thoughtfully.

"I didn't know he thought that," Peter said.

"Oh I can tell. he acted almost just like me when my father went left for the war," Scarlet explained.

"Tell me about your father."

"Peter, some subjects should be left unsaid."

"I'm sorry. What did you mean by you thought your mum was lying when she said she loved you more than anything?"

"She didn't love me at all sometimes, it seemed. All she cared about was herself, dancing, and that I should become a famous ballet dancer like herself. If I didn't than I would be a disgrace to the family. I think that's why they sent Violet away."

"Who's Violet?"

"My sister she's four years older than me. My parents sent her away to a school when she was seven. I haven't heard about or from her since."

"Who do you know that lied about their age to enlist in the war?" Peter asked curiously.

"Do you always ask so many questions? Well there was this boy on my street that used to pick fights with me," Scarlet said.

"I guess he thought the German fights would be nothing compared to fighting with you," Peter teased.

"I suppose," Scarlet said with a laugh. "The funny thing is he also proposed to me when I was ten. When he left he said we would actually get married, but it was just a silly game."

"Oh, did you love him?"

"I don't know... I'm not sure what love feels like... Or maybe I do... Really do you always ask so many questions?"

"It sure seems like it. Here's another question, if you don't mind."

"Ask away."

"Where's your brother uh, Andrew?"

"Oh he said he was going to be evacuated too, but I doubt that. I'm guessing he got a job somewhere or he could be a beggar. He's too prideful to be evacuated. For all I know he went off to the war."

"I don't think he would do that."

"Why not?"

"He cares too much for his sister to leave London and maybe never return. Just like how I would feel. I care too much for you to leave England and not know if I would ever come back."

"Peter." Scarlet said firmly.

Peter took the hint and decided to shut up. Scarlet looked rather sad as she thought of all the boys she had once played with or fought with that had enlisted and may never come back.

"Do you think we can do it?" Scarlet asked after a pause.

"Do what?" Peter asked in return.

"Defeat the witch tomorrow," Scarlet asked with a shiver.

"With Aslan's help," Peter said although not too sure himself.

"We better go to sleep. Goodnight, Peter."

"Goodnight, Scarlet."

As they dropped off to sleep they didn't even know that Edmund had listened to their voices in the night.

In a few hours a dryad came in to the tent. Peter was at first frightened from being woken up so he pointed his sword at her.

"Be still my princes and princess I bring grave news from your sisters," it said mysteriously.

As she told them that Aslan had been killed they couldn't quite grasp it. So when she left they all fell asleep again.

Before the sun even rose Scarlet woke and remembered what the dryad had said. She thought they should go and find out if the flowery being was lying.

"Get up, you two!" Scarlet said as she slipped on one of her boots and threw a pillow at Peter then one at Edmund.

"Is this the way girls always wake boys from a beautiful sleep?" Edmund asked annoyed.

"Just get up, Ed. I don't think we could fight her," Peter said half sarcastically since he was a little sore from Scarlet tripping him and Edmund the day before at practice.

"Stop with the teasing and hurry up. We have to see if the dryad was telling the truth... about Aslan," Scarlet said strapping on her belt and sliding her fife into her boot with an end sticking out for easy access.

"How could I forget about that grave news? It has bothered me since she told us," Edmund said putting on his boots.

"Like that's the truth you were sleeping like a rock!" Peter responded.

"Come on!" Scarlet persisted.

As Peter walked in to the tent he became quite solemn.

"She's right, he's gone," Peter said as he walked out.

"Then you will have to lead us. Peter, there's an army out there and it's ready to follow you," Edmund said.

"I can't," Peter protested.

"Aslan believed you could... and so do I," Edmund said gently.

"And I. Peter, we're ready to follow you," Scarlet said with pleading eyes.

Peter looked at them both for courage. Scarlet and Edmund looked at each other, then they looked at Peter with a reassuring nod and with brave eyes.

"The witch's army's in sight. What are your orders?" Oreius asked.

Peter looked down at the battlefield map, wondering what to do.

Author's Note: Finally! We get to the battle! I'm so excited! I don't even know what I'm going to write yet! Well leave a review as you leave! Bye thanks for reading! :)