A/N Happy spring break to all of you guys! Well... for me at least, I don't know when you guys get/got out. But it was a very nice day outside and I also just watched Fringe (the episode was so flipping funny) so that has made me very happy :)

Happy enough to post this extremely depressing chapter lol

Enjoy :D

Fields of Gold

Flie couldn't hold down the scream in her throat as pain rippled through her body. They were slowly killing her- that she was sure of. She was strapped down onto a table as they cut her.

The Shadows knew what they were doing, only cutting where it wouldn't bleed a lot, but would cause pain. Even drilling into her mind, steeling her memories, and turning them against her.

Their favorites to use against her mind were memories of Sail and Sacara.

Her eyes were clouded with pain, but she refused to cry. They had been going at it all night, and finally stopped. They left her in the cold dark room, her body and soul bleeding. Maugrim was right, she regretted making the deal.

She rested her head on the cold table and drew in a deep breath, ignoring the pain in her chest.

"Everyone else is safe." She reminded herself.

The flap to the tent rustled and a Shadow stepped inside, carrying a knife. Flie braced herself and didn't look as the Shadow began the long process again.


Peter didn't speak to anyone as he rapidly walked across the cave. He made his way down to the armory, anger and revenge in his eyes. Edmund rushed after his brother.

"Peter, stop!"

Tonrar was right behind Edmund as they ran after Peter. Susan and Lucy rushed out of the healer's old house.

"Where's Flie?" Lucy shouted after them. Tonrar turned around.

"They took her." He said darkly.

Fledge slowly followed, stopping next to Susan and Lucy.

"Come," He said, "We shall talk."

Edmund arrived in the armory in time to see Peter grabbing copper daggers, revenge burning hot in his eyes.

"Peter, we'll get her back." Edmund said. Peter didn't respond.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to kill them all and get her back." Peter said emotionlessly.

"Pete, think rationally here." Edmund said, walking up to his brother.

"We will get her back, I can assure you of that." Tonrar said arriving, "We won't leave her there."

"I should have never allowed her to act as a prisoner." Peter said angrily, "We have to get her back now."

"Remember what Flie said." Tonrar reminded Peter, "She knew there was a chance that something would go wrong. Flie would want us to think before rushing in." Peter stalked up to Tonrar.

"I am going to get her. I will not wait for her to be killed."

Peter pushed past Tonrar and began walking out of the armory and up the stairs. Tonrar and Edmund rushed after him.

"What will she think if you get yourself killed?" Tonrar called after him, "You know that the Shadows wanted you just as much."

"I don't care." Peter didn't look back.

"Peter, please, just stop for a minuet!" Edmund shouted.

Peter didn't miss a step as he approached the exit, but before he could step through Tonrar appeared in front of him.

"I'm afraid I can't let you go out there." Tonrar said.

Peter glared at the cold blood and pulled his sword.

"Move."

"It is dark and the Shadows are waiting for you to fall into their trap." Tonrar said darkly, "Wait until tomorrow, when we are all ready to fight for her."

Peter didn't move, still glaring at Tonrar, holding his sword out. Edmund stepped up next to Peter, and cautiously took the sword from his hands. Silently, Peter turned, and stalked back to his chambers.


She felt ashamed of herself as a tear slipped down her cheek. She attempted to hide it as best as she could, but the Shadow saw. He smiled is a cruel, dark way and continued his torture. The entrance to the tent rustled, and Flie saw Maugrim out of the corner of her eye. The other Shadow ceased hit torture as Maugrim padded over to Flie's head.

"You know this could all be over." Maugrim taunted her, "All you have to do is send out the signal."

Flie clenched her jaw and looked away. Maugrim chuckled and motioned for the Shadow to continue. Flie swallowed and closed her eyes, thinking of anything but the pain. She remembered the one summer in the Golden Ages, the summer Sail had left for the Dragon Islands.


Flie sighed and leaned against the wall to the castle. She was out in the courtyard, under a large apple tree far from the gate. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and a light breeze was blowing through. It was a perfect day in Narnia. She had just gotten over a recent sickness, but still had a slight cough. That was probably what gave her away. Peter came around the corner and nearly tripped over Flie, who had switched positions and was laying on her back.

"Great Aslan, Flie!" Peter said catching himself, before he fell on the flaxen princess. Flie smiled up at Peter.

"It's nice out." Flie commented. Peter nodded, leaning slightly on the wall.

"And what are you doing over here?" He asked.

"Laying down." Flie said. The look on Peter's face made her laugh, "You want to do something?" She asked, sitting up.

"What, lying here isn't enough for you?"

"Nope." Flie stood up, "Come on."

"Where are we going?" Peter asked Flie, following her to the gate.

"Somewhere new." Flie said, morphing into a horse, "Get on." Peter hesitated.

"I promise you won't fall off like last time." Flie laughed. Peter made a face and quickly jumped on the horse's back.

"Hey, it wasn't my fault a fox ran out in front of us!" Peter defended himself, "Besides, I wasn't the one who decided to chase after him." Flie chuckled flipping her tail.

"Blame a girl for having fun..." Flie began to walk out of the courtyard, heading towards a place she had found while flying as a falcon.

The pond was just as beautiful as she remembered it. The water was clear blue, in the back round you could see the mountains, and dark red leaves on the surrounding trees made it look like the Elder's clearing itself. Standing in the middle was like standing in a field of gold.

Peter let out an amazed breath as he dismounted. Flie morphed back into a human and looked over at Peter, smiling. Reaching over, she took his hand in her own, and led him to the pond.


Flie was drawn out of her memory as the Shadow cut a sensitive part on her body near her chest. She cried out in pain and looked down at Maugrim, hate filling her eyes. Maugrim chuckled.

"Go ahead, daughter of Aslan." Maugrim taunted, "Feel the anger and pain coursing through your veins. Send out the signal."

Flie ignored the Shadow wolf again and turned her head the opposite way.

A sudden force fell on her mind, like something was pulling at it. Flie pressed her head against the table as hard as she could, clenching her jaw, and closing her eyes. She didn't know how much more of the torture she could take.

"Just kill me already!" Flie screamed, slowly breaking. Maugrim chuckled again, walking around to come face to face with Flie.

"That would be far too easy." Maugrim said darkly, "Besides, we must get you ready to meet our leader." Flie drew in a long breath as the Shadow stopped cutting her, "But the Lead Shadow would prefer to meet all of your friends as well."

Flie cried out again as a sharp pain pierced through her head again. Maugrim pulled on the Sight with his mind and opened it up to send a signal. Flie began thrashing, attempting to push him out of her mind.

"We have the Sight in our control." Maugrim growled. As soon as he said that, a new Shadow walked into the tent. Flie looked at the Shadow and began trembling. Amber eyes stared down at her, a familiar anger burning into her skin.

"No... no..." Flie sobbed, "Please... no..."

"Send out the signal." The voice ordered coldly.

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