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Chapter 37: Sarah's choice

Eight hours later…

2:00am

Telling you what happened next is not only hard. It is impossible. Hailey was in a state of shock. She had actually had to be carried into the castle by Peridan and was set in a chair. Max had watched over her, so many had died and Hailey had seen so much blood that she was stunned.

So many had been injured in the battle, and so many had been left behind.

Lucy's cordial was searched for everywhere. But it was not found. It seemed the Queen had taken it with her when she had left. Something that made everyone want to scream and pound the floor in frustration.

The throne room was now an informatory, blankets had been lied out around the floor and the injured placed on top. Every healer had been called and they where running around trying to heal the injured.

In the library sat Hailey, Max, Peridan, and Sir Giles (who had not gone to battle). Ulysses had been killed in battle. Others were either injured or dead.

The room was silent, everyone lost. Not in thoughts, but in a seemingly never ending blanket of darkness. Hailey had not spoken since she had gotten back. She did not remember getting the bandage on her arms. She had not even changed and still had mud and blood covering her face and hair. Mrs. Thumper had tried to get to change and take a shower but she had been in such a state of shock that they where worried she would drown herself.

Three words kept echoing thought Hailey brain.

Aslan help up, Aslan help us, Aslan help us, Aslan help us, Aslan help us…

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"I wanted them loaded off the ships NOW!"

"But sire I thought…"

"Don't think! You are not here to think! You are here to follow orders and I am giving you and order!"

"Yes sire! Naturally sire! Right away Sire!"

Caspian watched the man back away bow and turn and rush to the ships to unload the weapons.

'Why couldn't they just listen? Was it that hard?' Caspian thought angrily.

"Sire?"

"What!" Caspian screeched that the man, the man shrank back.

"Um… well we are ready to unload sire…"

"Don't tell me about it get on with it!"

"Yes Sire!"

Caspian slumped in his chair. His men where preparing to unload the secret weapon. The weapon they had carried to Narnia in order to defeat the High King.

The problem was there was no High King.

When the idiot Narnian's had fled they had had to leave behind the injured. Who had been taken care of...

The ones that were able to talk had been question. Only one had spoken, he and tried to save his friends from being kill. It hadn't worked. But the information they had gotten out of him had been useful.

He had told them that the Kings and Queens where not there, they had left the land.

This had shocked Caspian a bit. From all the stories of the 'noble' King Peter he had naturally assumed that he would never leave his land until he died.

Caspian was not sure what to make of this news. He now knew that the king's pervious generals and court people where running the land. 'And clearly' thought Caspian 'they were not doing a very good job of it.' he thought looking over the wreckage of the land.

"Sire we are ready." It was his general.

Caspian smiled, the Narnia's where in for a shock. They didn't know but Caspian's army was very fast at preparing for battle. They were already to go on with their plan.

Caspian turned and looked up at the wooden contraptions. "Excellent…"

"Sire should we head out now?"

"Yes." Caspian smirked "The barbarians will never see us coming…"

Unfortunately for him they didn't see him coming but they heard he was coming… a small sparrow which had been perched on the tent of the King (The Telmarines didn't take notice of birds forgetting that here the animals could talk) had heard everything.

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Seven hours earlier…

Her name was Sarah Jane and her father had been killed in the battle of Archenland when she was only one year old. She was now seventeen and a healer. Ever since she had been little she had wanted to help people.

She was the town healer of one of the smaller towns in Narnia, one that was mostly made of Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve. The town had not often had many sicknesses or injuries but when there were Sarah was there to help.

Sarah, when she was younger had always wanted to meet the Kings and Queens of Narnia and was always applying for a healer's job at the castle. She had never gotten it, and when the four rulers had vanished she thought she never would.

When Sarah had heard of the Telmarines coming, and had watched almost every male in the town set off to battle she had been terrified. She had lost her father in battle and hated war.

She remember thinking angrily about this 'Lady Hailey' who was suppose to be taking care of things was instead sending the country off to war.

Sarah didn't understand why they couldn't just make peace with the Telmarines. They where people to and they deserved the benefit of doubt. But it seemed that instead the 'guardians' of Narnian where rushing off to war.

Sarah was sitting on her sets watching the sun set when he heard it.

The frantic calling of a deer, Sarah stood looking around when the deer came tearing down the lane. She stood at the largest building in the small town. Everyone left in the town opened there doors to look at the deer. They all knew the doe was of importance; she was wearing the official seal of Narnia around her neck. The creature called out her voice ringing though the town.

"Narnian's! Narnian's! The castle needs your help! If you are healer, of know any remedies that could help come to the castle immediately on request of Sir Peridan!" Then before anyone could speak the Deer was off running to the next town to call her message.

The town as one turned to look at Sarah.

"Me?" Sarah asked socked. "Oh no! I am only sixteen! I don't really now anything about healing wounds!"

"Sarah you must go!" Someone said.

Another called "It doesn't matter you will be helping the country I assume all hand are needed up at the castle!"

"The battle wounds must be awful if they are going around looking for healers…" Someone said.

"But I don't believe we should go to war!" Sarah said looking at her mother, who hadn't spoken. Her mother had never shared Sarah opinion on the Court of Narnian; she understood that sometime battle was needed.

"You think that matters? Sarah people could be dieing!" a girl around Sarah age said.

"They went off to war!" Sarah yelled back.

"Sarah your father would have gone." her mother had finally spoke.

Sarah looked at her mother she eyes glistening with tears. "What-"

"Sarah you need to help, even if you don't think we should have gone to war, people are dieing or hurt and you have a talent, you can help." Her mother interrupted.

Sarah stood for a second looking at the setting sun then she looked at the town people. "Alright, I'll go…"

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1 hour later

Sarah had been lead into the castle the moment she had told the one guard that she was a healer. They had not asked for identification of anything. They had just told her to go to the throne room.

The hallways were crowded full of fawns and naiads and dryads (who had helped in the battle). People where running around carrying hot water and bandages.

Sarah tried to asked someone where the throne room was but everyone was to busy to notice her.

She walked down the passages looking for the room she was needed in. 'How hard can it be to find?' she thought turning another passage.

She peeked in a door to her right that was slightly ajar.

Inside she saw a man still wearing armor, a fox looking petrified, a rabbit holding a steaming cup, and a dog all sitting or kneeling around a chair. They appeared to be trying to comfort whoever was sitting in it. But from the angle of the chair Sarah could not see who was in it.

Sarah grimaced 'probably someone who lost a relative of something' then she continued her walk. Once again Sarah felt hatred for the people who had let this war come to pass.

It took a while but Sarah finally found the throne room.

The sight that greeted her made her stop in her tacks.

Fauns, bears, humans, eagles, stags, raccoons, centaurs, and so many others where lying on blankets. Healers were rushing in-between them trying to bandage their wounds.

Sarah took a step forward and almost knocked into a badger that was bending over a very ill looking faun.

"I'm sorry…" Sarah began but was cut off by the badger

"Are you here to help?"

"Yes I…"

"Thank Aslan!" Said the badger "Go over to that man there he needs his wounds dressed and wrapped, hurry there is a lot to do!"

Then the badger turned back to the faun muttering words of comfort as she pressed a damp rag to his swollen eyes.

Sarah looked at the man the badger had pointed to and started to walk towards him. He was lying on his back. One side of his face was swollen and his right arm had had the skin peeled off.

Sarah winced before kneeing next to the man. Beside him was a basin of warm water and a bowl with some yellow goop in it. Sarah assumed this was ointment.

Whispering words she started to dab the wound.

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