A/N- Thankyou for all the reviews I received last week. I have new readers as well which is great and my story is getting more recognition! But I need more readers and more reviews! I am determined to make a least 100 before I finish this story, but unless I get some help, the story wont sell itself so any help is appreciated.

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Two more chapters and then its battle time :) - one of the scenes I am sure you have been waiting for...then....well....you will have to see.

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Caspian was pacing impateintly up and down the length of the How. Susan was watching him as his did, Lucy was cuddling Susan and Peter was stood before the stone table, gazing up at the imprinted stone of Aslan. He examined each curve of Aslan's mighty body.

"Where are you Aslan?" Peter still could not understand why Aslan had not yet come to help them. His faith was once again on an ultimate low, not to mention that the girl that he possibly had fallen in love with was within inches of her father, the man that wanted to kill her and Caspian. This thought made Peter ball his hands into fists. By Aslan he hoped that Miraz accepted. Peter wanted to kill him limb by limb for what he had done to Eilonwy. To her family. It angered him just having those evil thoughts in his head.

Peter turned his head to the left and saw Trumpkin and Reepicheep huddled in the corner against the stone wall. "Caspian can you please stop pacing and sit down," Susan moaned. "Not only are you making me nervous, but you are making me dizzy." Susan moved her head, relaxing her shoulders. Caspian turned to face her – unhappy that he was making her somewhat nervous – and slowed his pace. "I'm sorry. I can't stop thinking- worrying about her. I mean what if something has happened to her?" Caspian's tone was nothing more than panicked and exaggerated. He was worried- genuinely for his cousin.

Susan sighed, getting up to her feet. She moved over towards Caspian and placed her palm onto his forearm. "Eilonwy is a strong girl Caspian. More than you give her credit for. Why do you constantly underestimate her?" This sparked a reaction for Caspian. He knew she was strong, even stronger than he was sometimes in terms of mental stability, but that didn't stop him worrying about her. He had to occupy his thoughts with something or it would have driven him insane having a totally clear and eased mind. "Because—well---she is the only true family I have left Susan. I know I say it a lot, but she is and I find it hard to let her go sometimes. That's just how I am---how I have always been." Caspian turned his head away from Susan. She rubbed his forearm comfortingly. "It's okay to worry, but just have a little faith in her. You owe her that." Her voice was so calm, so relaxed. Caspian smiled at Susan. She looked so beautiful when she was trying to calm a situation, but then again to Caspian, she always looked beautiful. "How can you stay so calm?" Caspian asked her. Susan exhaled deeply, her eyes closed and reopened, and somehow had gotten more stunning than before she had closed them. "Caspian, if you cannot feel my heart beating in over time, then something is wrong here!" she joked. Caspian looked at Susan for a number of seconds before releasing his arm from her contact. "Why did we let her go? It was a mistake. Somebody else should have gone." Caspian walked over to Peter, aiming his speech at him.

Peter continued to stare at Aslan. His body was rigid and his thoughts were complicated. He had tuned out completely to anything that had been said between Susan and Caspian. Not because he didn't care, but because he had thoughts of his own - private thoughts - thoughts that needed to be thought about.

That moment that he and Eilonwy had shared before the Telmarines arrived. The moment where they were so close, their skin so contacted that it burned his body and made him think a million thoughts. Her warm breath against his own, her sweet smelling skin yearning for his. She had wanted it too; at least he thought she had. Her eyes were what always drew him in; so mysterious and alluring. He thought about her body- how magnificent it was for his eyes to behold. He had never wanted to be with a woman like that - sexually. Sure, he had thought about sex, but never really wanting to engage in it. He wanted it to be special and mean something. With her, it would mean everything.

"Peter---PETER? Are you listening to me?" Caspian snapped. Peter shook his head as Caspian broke his train of thought. He faced the Telmarine Prince, who seemed none to happy with not having Peter's full attention. "What were you thinking about?" Caspian asked.

Yeah right, like Pete could really tell him that he was having thoughts about engaging in "intimate sexy time" with his younger cousin. Peter was sure that would have gone down a treat, along with his head.

"Nothing, just thinking. What were you talking about?" Peter asked. "Eilonwy." Caspian answered through gritted teeth. "What about her?"Caspian didn't smile. "About how she shouldn't be out there." Peter's face became stern. "My brother is out there too Caspian, or have you forgotten that?" Caspian stepped back, eyeing Peter's movement. "That's different." "How? How is that any different?" Peter raised his voice."Boys please don't start arguing again." Susan moaned again."Listen, my cousin is out there, facing her father, and you are acting like you don't even care---" Caspian spat.

Peter's blood boiled and he almost told Caspian right there and then about his feelings for Eilonwy. "Don't presume to think that you are the only person around here who cares for Eilonwy!" Peter snapped. He walked in the opposite direction just about to exit the How. Caspian was dumbfounded but he wasn't letting Peter get away that easily. He raced towards him grabbing his arm. "What are you talking about?" He hissed, desperately seeking some form of an answer. Peter sighed, his mouth had gone dry and he had no response to what Caspian had asked him. Now was not the time to be engaging in matters of courting.

"Your majesties," one of the fawns entered the How and was now facing Peter and Caspian. Caspian removed his hand off Peter's arm much to Peter's relief. "They have returned." Both Peter and Caspian exchanged glances; both relieved that they had returned safely. All that awaited now for Peter was whether or not he was to fight Miraz. This would be the decider to prepare him for whatever outcome he would have to face. Death was one outcome – and that was the one he may need to prepare for.

Eilonwy exhaled deeply as she saw one of the fawns catch their glimpse and sprint into the How to fetch the others. She and Edmund had not spoke a word the whole way back, despite several attempts on his part. She was in no mood to talk to anybody; she needed to be alone more than anything right now. The closer she got to the How, the closer she got to delivering Peter's fate to him – something she was not looking forward to. Honestly, she didn't think Miraz would accept, but he had proved her wrong, and no matter what happened tomorrow on that field, one way or another Eilonwy's heart was going to bleed. Her pace slowed even though her body was drawing her to Peter. She wanted to embrace him and kiss him and never let him go – but life was never going to be like that for her now. Life was going to be kicked to the side so that Death could make its entrance and claim whatever it wanted regardless of her feelings. She saw Caspian and Peter stood at the entrance of the How; Peter's blue eyes shone in the late sun. She fell more in love with him as she saw his face give her a reassuring smile, not that it helped how she felt about this whole thing. She walked up to her cousin and Peter, her face not truly knowing where to look.

"He accepted." She spoke quietly. Caspian turned to Peter and placed his hand on Peter's shoulder and nodded proudly. Edmund approached and hugged his older brother, patting him on the back. Peter turned to face Eilonwy. Her face said it all, as did his. "Congradulations Peter." She murmered. Peter nodded. She brushed past him, her hand contacting with his as she slipped his parchment into his hand. Peter looked at the parchment before turning to watch as his true love walked gingerly into the How, not even looking back.

Eilonwy carried on walking desperately wanting to get away from anybody as her eyes seeped tears. She wiped them away with her index finger and breathed in, trying to compose herself. She didn't even turn back to face Peter – it took all of her strength not to make eye contact with him. The last thing she needed was any more emotionally attachment to this boy. It was going to be hard enough to deal with this whole thing never mind having extra baggage added to her heavy load.

If this was love, then it came at much too high a cost to lose but what other choice did either of them have? This was young love at its worst and it wasn't about to get any easier.