So since this a huge part of the movie, I'm going to put this in two parts. I can already hear the moaning and groaning. xD f you guys have any songs you think will fit either parts, tell me in the reviews and I'll check them out. Don't worry, I always cite my sources. ;) Enjoy.

Dream lighting: Well this is a Peter/OC story so...

Guest: Ha ha, calm down. I have it right here. ;)

Chapter Inspiration:

- Don't You Worry Child ~ Swedish House Mafia

For the first time since I got to Narnia, I had a hard time sleeping. Suddenly, an image appeared in my head. Aslan was walking alone through the campsite before heading off to the woods. Where is He going? His head hung low, mournful, until His ears perked up. "Shouldn't you both be in bed?" I watched in confusion as Susan and Lucy came out from behind a tree.

I was surprised that He couldn't see me. This really must be happening if no one can. "We couldn't sleep." Lucy told him. "Please, Aslan. Couldn't we come with you?" Susan asked, stepping over a large, fallen tree branch. Aslan sighed and thought for a moment.

"I would be glad of the company tonight." He murmured. As they continued to walk, Lucy and Susan began to stroke His fur. I awkwardly followed behind them until Aslan stood in front of a bush, stopping us. We watched Him worriedly as He said, "It is time. From now on, I must go on alone. Thank you Susan. Thank you Lucy. And farewell."

I "stood" next to Susan and Lucy who were hiding behind the bushes. I watched as He walked forward towards the fire. Suddenly, I realized where we were. The Stone Table. A sick feeling washed through me. "Oh no Aslan. Nononononono." I whispered, panic rising through me.

I watched in horror as the Minotaur General knocked Aslan down. "Why doesn't he fight back?" Lucy wailed. I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes. The Witch stood on top of Table and ordered, "Bind him. Wait. First let him be shaved."

Talking Beasts ran forward and started to cut off his fur with knives and daggers. I felt my teeth and nails sharpen. "Tonight, the Deep Magic will be appeased, but tomorrow, we will take Narnia, Forever!" Jadis called, creating a loud bedlam.

She then bent down to where Aslan was laying. I knew my hearing had improved because I could hear her say, "You know, Aslan, I'm a little disappointed in you. Did you really think that by giving your life you would save the human boy? Ha. You are giving up your life, and saving no one. So much for love."

I watched them intently, feeling a wave of déjà vu. The Witch stood back up and addressed her army "In that knowledge...Despair...and DIE!"Aslan suddenly looked at us and I could've sworn He was looking at me too. She plunged the knife in Aslan and He growled in pain, His eyes slowly closing.

"The great cat is DEAD!" She screeched, causing her army to cheer loudly. "General, gather your army and prepare for battle. However short it may be." Otmin made an odd, loud noise, signaling his troops. Rage coursed through me.

As the image started to blur, I screamed, "NO!"

I shot up in bed and looked around. Regardless that I was wearing a white nightshift, I grabbed Fortis and shoved my wand in my sleeve. I bolted out of the tent flaps and ran to Aslan's tent, still barefoot. Oreius, who was on guard duty, saw me and called after me, "General, are you alright?"

I ignored him and ripped the flaps open. Darkness greeted me, not the friendly, golden face I was desperately hoping to see. I backed up and almost fell off the ledge if Oreius hadn't caught me. "General, what's wrong?" he asked me. I steadied myself and looked at the twilight skyline.

"Oreius, wake up the camp and bring them here." I said in a hollow voice. He gave me a worried look but did as told. Ten minutes later, everyone was stood in front of me except Susan and Lucy. Peter and Edmund kept asking me where they were, but I wouldn't answer them.

"Alright everyone listen up!" I yelled in my best sergeant voice. Everyone quieted down and stared at me. A lump formed in my throat, but I continued. "I apologize for waking you up at this time, but this is extremely important. During the night, Aslan went to the Stone Table and sacrificed Himself. Susan and Lucy went with Him, but as far as I know, they are alright."

My voice faltered on the word 'sacrificed', but I kept going. Everyone's reactions varied from shock to anger to sadness. It felt like being in front of the Astronomy Tower all over again. I turned around and went into His tent, tears trickling down my face. I sat in front of the plans and sniffed. I looked up and saw Peter standing in the doorway. We held a gaze, until he started forward, I broke down again. It was too much, losing Dumbledore and now Aslan.

Peter picked me up from the ground and held me to him. I buried my face in his shirt and sobbed. He held the back of my head and rubbed soothing circles on my waist with the other hand. He rocked back and forth on his heels, shushing me. After I stopped crying, neither of us moved our position.

It was then I sadly realized that he was just trying to be a good friend. I didn't want to be friends. I desperately wanted to be more than that, but I knew it was out of the question. I pulled away and went over to the table. Peter frowned, but didn't question me. He sat across from me and looked at the plan.

"You're going to take Aslan's place. You know that, right?" I told him quietly. He looked from me to the plans. "I can't Laurel." I gave him a hard look. "Aslan believed you could. You're destined to be king, Peter. If He believed you could, then don't doubt His judgment. You can."

Peter nodded slowly. "Alright. But please, help me." I gave him a weak smile. "Good. Now, what are your orders?" He looked over the notes and devised and discussed a plan with me. When it was perfect, he went off to tell Oreius and Edmund, leaving me to my thoughts. He is truly amazing. Smart, funny, kind, good-looking, and sweet. All I could ever ask for.

I sighed and stood up. Today we were going to war, and I don't think wearing a white nightshift would be the best of ideas. When I entered my tent, I found my new armor sitting on the hammock. I quickly changed out of the nightshift and started on the chainmail.

Damn, this stuff is hard to put on. It looks easier in the movies. It was so weird to be in full armor, I had to do my hair first. When my waves were brushed and looking decent, I put the rest on.

Spying a helmet, I left it alone. I'm already hot in this, overheating will do more harm than help. I strapped Fortis to my waist and picked up my wand. Where the hell am I supposed to hide it? I discovered a little slit underneath the red fabric and put my wand in it, but not before putting a thin force field over it.

Definitely don't want to break it. I'd so be screwed. I walked out of my tent with a metal-covered hand on Fortis's hilt. I spotted Aspera grazing and walked over to him. "I almost didn't recognize you with all the gear." I told him, patting his neck.

The Horse looked up and snorted. "Don't want to get myself killed right?" I stiffened, but gave him a weak smile. "Yeah. Mind if I hop on? I want to ride a bit before...you know." Aspera nodded and held still as I mounted him.

"It's pretty impressive that you can mount by yourself. And in full armor." Someone commented. I jerked my head to see Edmund leaning against Aspera. I smiled weakly and saw that he too was in armor. Although he put a helmet on.

"Where's your helmet?" He frowned, as if he read my mind. I shrugged and adjusted the reins. "I don't use one." He furrowed his eyebrows. "Aren't you going to pull your hair back at least? It could be cut off." I winced at the idea but shrugged.

I watched as Peter, in full armor as well, walked over to us, leading his unicorn. "Phillip is waiting for you, Ed." Edmund nodded and waved to me as he walked away. I sighed. "There's no time for a quick ride is there?"

Peter shook his head. "Sorry. We have to get moving." I nodded and watched as our army started to walk. I clicked my tongue and got Aspera moving. "You know, I wish there were Talking Horses back home. It'd make things a billion times easier." I said to one no in particular, ducking under a low branch.

Peter, who was on my left, chuckled. "Definitely. But imagine what people would do to them." I shuddered and thought of the Muggle world. Kind of a dark place. But then again, the Wizard World was in an even darker place...

Banishing those scary thoughts, I concentrated on the apples hanging a few feet ahead. My stomach growled and Peter laughed. "You didn't have breakfast, did you?" My eyes widened when I realized I didn't have my morning tea.

"Dammit." I muttered under my breath. Luckily, my wand was on the side Peter wasn't on. I slipped it out of my armor and looked around before whispering quietly, "Accio Lily Tea." I quickly slid it back in its place and did the snap button.

We continued walking and I saw Peter stand up in his stirrups and grab two apples. He sat back down and handed one to me. I smiled and thanked him, feeling slightly worn out since I didn't have the tea on me.

As I bit into it, I saw something moving out of the corner of my eye. I fought a smile as I watched my tea zoom into my right hand. I gulped down the tea greedily, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I drew my wand out again, surreptitiously, and murmured, "Depulso."

I put my wand back once again and watched it zoom back to my tent. Realizing that I still had a near full apple, I continued to munch on it, throwing the core to the ground when I was done. Peter stared at me in awe as I did so. I shrugged. "What? It'll turn into really fresh soil when it's decayed. Different from throwing cans and bottles to the ground. That's littering."

Peter shrugged and threw his apple core to the ground too. I smiled and looked at our surroundings. I heard calls from ahead, making Peter share a look with me. We sped up to a trot and weaved between soldiers to get to the front.

I looked ahead and saw a great green plain. Peter, Oreius, and I were in front, surveying the battlefield on a rocky cliff. I watched in awe as a Gryphon flew to us and bowed to Peter. "Your Majesty, it would be an honor to gather knowledge from above on the opposing army. Are you willing to allow it?"

The idea was genius. I dismounted Aspera, confusing everyone. "Brilliant idea. May I come with you?" The Gryphon looked from Peter to me. Peter shook his head. "Absolutely not Laurel." I frowned and climbed onto his feathered back.

"Watch me." I retorted, sitting the way I would on Aspera. The Gryphon opened his wings and took off from the ground. I could hear Peter shouting, but his protests were lost in the wind. "This is amazing!" I yelled to the Gryphon.

I can definitely see why my Patronus is a gryphon. Definitely going to have to try to shapeshift into one and fly for myself. I closed my eyes and felt the wind rushing past us as we flew over Jadis's side.

We looked down and studied their troops. I noted that they had a lot more soldiers and weapons than us. That made me nervous, but I didn't doubt my troops. I spotted the Witch herself in a chariot being pulled by two polar bears.

I ground my teeth as I studied her. "Is she wearing Aslan's fur?!" I growled to the Gryphon. He nodded his head solemnly. My right hand gripped Fortis's hilt, my knuckles turning white. "Oh she is going to get it." I snarled.

The Gryphon turned back around and flew back to our troops. When he had landed, I hopped off and went over to Aspera. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! THEY COULD'VE KILLED YOU." Peter bellowed.

I admit, he was a bit scary, but I've met scarier. Voldemort for instance. I crossed my arms. "They wouldn't have been able to kill me, so breathe Peter. You can't get rid of me that easily."

He calmed down a bit, and turned to the Gryphon. The Gryphon, who was perched next to Aspera, reported, "They come, Your Highness, in numbers and weapons far greater than our own." I ground my teeth, putting Aspera's reins in my left hand. It was lucky that I had been taught both English and Western riding.

I wish it was English riding. Though, I couldn't handle a weapon if both hands were holding the reins...Oreius pulled me out of my thoughts by saying, "Numbers do not win a battle." Peter sighed, obviously nervous. "No, but I bet they help."

A horn sounded from the other side of the battlefield. They came to the edge of their side, coming into view. Peter turned to me and Oreius and said, "Are you with me?" Our Centaur friend nodded. "To the death." Peter turned to me and I snorted.

"That's positive thinking, Captain. But yes, I'm with you." He gave me a smile and we turned back to Jadis's army. Their General, Otmin, gave a Minotaur sound and their infantry, which was all they had, charged. Peter simply raised his sword, signaling our Gryphon and other winged Beasts to go.

They flew into the sky and started to drop boulders on their troops. It seemed to work for a while, but then Giant Bats and Harpies started to fly into the sky and battle our aerial forces. As they drew closer, Peter bellowed his battle cry, "FOR NARNIA AND FOR ASLAN!"

His unicorn reared and galloped down the cliff. Oreius, Aspera with me on him, and our troops followed. I unsheathed Fortis and watched ahead as the two armies were close to colliding. My heart was racing a mile a minute. I gripped Fortis's hilt and raised it.

The battle had begun.