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Chapter 52

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"Release... NOW!" Tervian roared. At his command, twenty dragons released energy. Red-orange hues of crackling energy exploded throughout the air. Bursts of heat hit my face as the darkness seemed to slink away from the plain. Letting out a tentative breath, I was pleased to see nothing. The cold had been melted away.

"They look angry," I sniggered when seeing the Shadows. Susan looked furious, the expression of such hate was so strange. Having such kind and gentle nature, the real Susan would never appear so vengeful. And then there was me... My body trembled in fury before turning to Susan and speaking.

My voice.

Everyone obviously hears their voice when they speak, but it sounds different to how others hear it. I remember when I heard myself on home videos I always noticed this. From an outside view, your voice is slightly altered from the way you hear it personally. And so if I thought seeing and hearing myself on home video was weird... This was just plain creepy!

The Shadow-Kay spoke a strange language to the other two shadows. It was full of clicking and odd noises, judging by the uneasy expressions of the beasts around them it seemed that none of their soldiers could understand a word. Talk about being excluded...

"Watch the river!" I gasped when the darkness flowed steadily towards the nervous Narnians.

Tervian shouted some orders and obediently several dragons dropped suddenly. They dived down towards the earth with incredible speed, but leveled out just before crashing into the ground. As they glided at a steady elevation, they opened their mouths and out came hell's fires. Great streams of flames united and made contact with the dark river. No one expected the reaction.

"AHHH!" I screamed as the explosion rocked throughout the battlefield. The ground broke apart, creating chasms and large cracks. Both armies shouted and cried out in alarm as they attempted to remain upright. But I didn't see any of this. I didn't even witness the Shadow Niomee get thrown off her feet and into the leg of a giant. I didn't see her neck snap, a movement which would have killed anyone, before she calmly brought her hands to her neck. With an angry snarl, the petite elf snapped her neck back into place. But I didn't see any of this because I was thrown off Redwens. The explosion had sent a wave of energy throughout the air, hitting the dragons without mercy.

Dragon howls filled the air along with my very human scream. I closed my eyes and out of reflex reached out for something to grab on, but there was no one. My fingers only felt air and as I fell, my eyes snapped open. Twirling downward was Redwens but his neck was swinging wildly, he was looking for me. It was then I realized how badly the explosion had hit us. My vision failed when my eyes began to sting dreadfully and I felt a thick liquid running down my face. As I tumbled downward, the wind wiped most of the blood off my skin, but some still managed to get in my eyes.

I heard a whistle.

Immediately, I prepared myself for impact. One hand wiped furiously at my eyes, just enough so that I could open my them again and see Redwens, flying quick as a bullet, aiming for a space of air beneath me. The other hand tightened its grasp on my wand, making sure not to drop it as I collided with dragon scales. And boy, did it hurt. This time, I didn't have the luxury of using my arms and legs to break my fall. I didn't even have the luxury of a peaceful landing because as soon as I was on his back, Redwens tilted deeply to the right.

"WHAT THE FU-" I began to scream at him, but a screech drowned out my words. To my horror, I watched as a spectre's talons barely missed my head. Redwens had saved my life twice now. If he hadn't dodged, I would be headless right now. Anxiously, I glanced around me.

A full on battle raged on now.

Every winged monster and evil beast imaginable had joined the dragons in the air. Talons sliced, claws scratched, and fangs tore apart skin. Blood fell from the heavens, staining the once pure plain below. I should have felt fear and worry, but I didn't.

Excitement and adrenaline pumped through my veins. For once, I had an advantage in war. For once, there was no reason to fear failure. With the claws, deadly teeth, and fire of the dragons helping me... The Guardian of Narnia unstoppable. A new sort of feeling rushed through me. Pleasure.

"Kay!" Redwens growled in warning.

Snapping to attention, I watched with delight as a wraith and ghoul flew towards us. Their fangs were exposed and seemed to grow as they came closer. Red, malicious eyes gleamed in pleasure into my blue, frightened ones. Redwens roared, a noise so ferocious that I smirked. The ghoul's wicked expression fell, suddenly it looked nervous. Too late to escape though, Redwens unleashed a mighty rush of fire. The goblin's weak skin burned at once and to my dark pleasure I watched its ashes disappeared in the breeze. However, the wraith was quick. It dodged the flames and lunged at us from the side. While Redwens burned its comrade, the wraith attacked.

Unfortunately for the wraith, it seemed to forget that I also had some fire tricks up my sleeve. Before it could retract its outstretched jaw, filled with razor sharp daggers, the wraith found the end of a wand touching its distorted nose.

"Goodbye," I hissed before melting the bastard. Just as I pulled my arm back, Tervian hummed two fast beats. Dropping down, I used my free arm to grasp onto his torso. Not a second later, we flipped, successfully escaping the lethal claws of three spectres.

In those few seconds that was I upside down, timed seem to slow down. My eyes traveled to the ground below and I finally noticed the torn earth. Despite the damaged field, the armies were currently charging at one another. Thankfully, the river of dark energy had been destroyed by the dragons' fiery breath. Of course, my eyes landed on one soldier in particular. Peter rode on the back of a magnificent brown stallion. His arm was raised, proudly pointing his legendary sword at the enemy in bravery. However, the thousands of enemy soldiers running towards my love stole my attention.

"Let's burn them!" I hollered in exultation. "DRAGONS!"

Even though we found ourselves the targets of monsters in the air, the dragons and I descended to engage those on the ground. The ghouls shrieked in glee, foolishly thinking they now had an advantage, but their noise quickly turned into silence. Dragon scales hardly received scratches from ghoul claws. The remaining ghouls soon fell dead from the skies. However, the stronger and speedy talons of the wraiths and imps were threats. More than often, dragon roars of agony rang in my ears.

I never heard such a distressing sound from Redwens though, with me on his back, not a single wraith or imp managed to hurt my friend. Not even as he swept only feet above the ground, cutting down monsters with his gigantic and spiked tail. Blotches of blood sprayed onto my face from the swinging limb, but I didn't notice. I was too caught up in releasing as much fire as I could manage from my wand. It was strange, being so close to the front line of the Shadow Army at such a speed. They couldn't even lift their weapons in time in attempt to save their pathetic lives. One moment they ran towards the Narnian army with arrogant smirks and sinister cackles... And the next a green blur bringing death flew by. It was fantastic.

Just like a bullet, Redwens brought a swift death. The thought made me grin silly.

And he wasn't the only dragon who descended. Dozens more hovered over the crimson stained grass below. The Shadow soldiers fell in masses, never standing a chance. The air around me grew so hot from the hundreds of fire streams from the dragons that my body steamed. I must have looked barbaric. What would people from my world think? Blonde, blue-eyed girls in lovely dresses were an image of innocent and peace. Yet, here I was. Hair dirty, full of dirt and sweat, tunic torn and covered in thick blood, and eyes full of an animalistic gleam.

Unlike in any of my previous battles, I enjoyed this one. I reveled in delight as I killed...

With wild, glowing eyes I used a free second to check on the Narnian army. To my amusement, they had come to complete and total stop only a hundred feet away. Fauns gaped at the slaughter before them, centaurs viewed the violence grimly, cheetahs lowered their ears in grim respect for their brave dragon comrades, and High King Peter's eyes met mine.

They were full of relief, but also sadness.

I think it was his eyes that knocked some sense into me.

With disgust, I shook my head furiously. What the hell was wrong with me? I never thrived off killing, I was not a murderer! Why had I took so much pleasure with such vile violence? It was... It was sick.

No it's not...

"Holy shit!" I nearly fell off Redwens then. Now I was hearing voices? Just bloody fantastic.

Hear their screams, taste their blood...

I shot a fireball at a gargoyle, just as it managed to lift a sword as we flew past it. Wait... Maybe the voice was right. I mean, these bastards came here to kill me. They came here to kill everyone I loved and held dear.

You hate them.

Do I? Y-Yes... I do.

Enjoy their pain, thrive off their agony...

"KAY!" Redwens snarled in frustration. Reality hit me hard in the face when I saw a giant swinging a humongous club down at us. Shoot! How the hell did I miss him approaching us?

The voice.

The voice had distracted me.

No... Listen to me. You hate them. You want to watch them burn and scream-

"SHUT UP!" I cried out in alarm. I panicked, I hadn't expected such insane words to effect me so much. As Redwens flew past an ogre, I snatched a spear out of the creature's grasp. As the giant's club hit the ground below, completely missing us, I aimed. Redwens circled the giant as we steadily rose in elevation. He fended of spectres with his fire and then I threw the spear.

The spiked point pierced and entered the giant's right eye. A sense of victory and satisfaction filled my chest. I beamed with pride. The giant man, a clumsy and slow being, howled in pain. He dropped the massive club, which he had begun to raise from the ground, and brought his hands to his face. Unfortunately for his comrades below, they found a giant club crashing down on them. When the giant began to sob, releasing salty tears down his face, I felt... guilty.

No you don't. You enjoy seeing him pay. The fool tried to kill you and your dragon. He is the enemy- finish him off. Destroy him! Cut out his eye, slice off his arm... KILL HIM!

Yes... He tried to kill Redwens, my dear friend. I would make him pay- Wait. The giant didn't know better, I argued. Giants were gentle, simple, and ignorant people. The Shadows must have manipulated them, I'm sure he didn't sincerely hate Narnia. I bet he is just a victim and-

Then why did you smile?

I didn't smile!

You did. You were happy to see your spear slit his eye. You were proud.

No... It's you! You're doing this to me!

It's you... I am you.

"What's wrong with you?" Redwens snapped at me, "Wake up!"

Again, I felt like I was being pulled away from a daydream. I yelped and clutched my head, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

"What-" Redwens glanced at me with wide eyes.

"GET OUT!" I wailed, "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE OF YOUR LIES!"

"Kay-"

When the voice didn't reply, I hesitantly lowered my arms. "Oh Redwens... There was a voice in my head, whispering horrible things. It made me feel... feel like a monster."

"What? A voice? What do you-" Redwens growled, "Magic. It must be the Shadows."

"Watch out!" I barely managed to grab onto his torso again when the giant's arm swung for us. Redwens expertly glided under the attack before dramatically changing direction. We charged at the giant's neck and I winced when Redwens spat out a large blast of fire. The flames engulfed the giant's shirt and burned his neck. The smell of roasted skin entered my nose and I nearly gagged. The giant slowly began to fall backwards, causing werewolves and hags to cry out in alarm. Some of the monsters managed to clear the giant's body, others were crushed by him. The poor giant lay dead, bloody and burned.

As I surveyed his form, something flashed in the corner of my eye.

"DIVE!" I screamed and proving his total and unfaltering faith in me, Redwens did as I commanded. Good thing he did, otherwise we would have been cooked. An enormous and incredible discharge of fire had been aimed at us. "What the hell? What idiot of a dragon shot us by accident-" I began to rant angrily.

"It was no dragon," Redwens hissed in a voice full of fury and hate. He had turned us around and I followed his eyes.

A sadistic and ferocious attacker lowered her hand, which still steamed from the release of fire.

Me. Well, the Shadow me to be exact.

"Protect your wand," Redwens whispered to me. I nodded nervously, causing the other Makayla Steen to grin.

"Think you stand a chance child?" My voice teased.

My eyes widened, "You were in my head. You have my voice and so I just... I thought I had turned evil! You... bitch. Stay out of my head!"

The fraud tilted her head, giving her a false appearance of innocence. She was so clean, regal, and powerful. Her stance and aura made her authority obvious. I felt bewildered at our close proximity. For the first time in my life... I could see myself. Truly and openly see myself. Everyone viewed themselves in mirrors, on a daily basis even, but we saw ourselves differently from the way others viewed our bodies. Had I always been so... refined? Even though it was highly inappropriate, I couldn't help but laugh. It was ridiculous! I, the real Makayla Steen, looked an absolute mess with messy hair, blood stains, torn clothing, and furious eyes... And I was the good guy.

Why did the bad guy look so damn good? In the movies the heroes are always picture perfect, even after a big battle or adventure! I snorted, making the Shadow narrow her eyes at me.

"Why do you laugh human?" She demanded.

"I was just thinking," I said, completely losing my sanity for a moment. I just couldn't help it. The strangeness of the situation had finally hit me. "How much better things would be if my life was like a movie. I wouldn't have to deal with crap like you so often. I could finally just get my damn happy ending, you know?"

Redwens snorted in disbelief while the Shadow raised her hand.

"Enough of your nonsense," She hissed. "Die!"

And out came a gigantic release of fire. Never had I seen so much magic in one attack! The

flames made the temperature rise so much that steam rose from my skin. My wounds burned in irritation at the heat. Surely the attack would have killed me, but Redwens lifted us just above the blast with one powerful flap of his wings. I suppose powerful wings like that were a royal trait because only Tervian and Redwens had displayed such strength.

Just before we could make our next move, the unthinkable happened.

I was separated from Redwens.

A blast of dark energy had hit me square in the chest. My body froze, unable to move, and I fell silently from his back. I couldn't even blink, forcing myself to experience the horrible tumble. As I plummeted, I caught sight of Lady Niomee battling Redwens. He did his best to challenge her, but she was far too fast for him to fight but not kill. Poor Redwens knew he couldn't kill her, making the fight frustrating. She moved impossibly fast and easily evaded his tail and fire blasts. I wanted to cry out in warning when she threw darts of dark magic at him. I wanted to help him when the evil magic sliced through his scales, causing cascades of blood to fall from his large form.

Lady Niomee's dark magic seemed to take control of my body, but certainly didn't spare me any pain from the crash landing. My left arm gave a sickening 'crack' upon impact with the cracked dirt below and I would have shrieked anguish if possible. I landed on my side, my left arm breaking my fall and I could already see that the bone had broken. The limb was twisted at inhuman angle. I wanted to throw up. But I couldn't, I was still completely helpless. The Shadow Kay gracefully approached me with a pleased expression. As she arrived at my motionless body, she crouched and beamed, "Foolish little creature. Did you honestly think you could stop us? My brothers and I are rulers of our world and this weak land never stood a chance."

I could only stare blankly at her. Not even my facial muscles could move, denying my desire to glare and spit on her.

"Where is your beloved lion?" She whispered cruelly before tapping my nose, "Silly human. Aslan will never know his Guardian failed. I killed him just as I will kill you-"

"DO NOT TOUCH HER!" A very familiar voice bellowed. Of course, I couldn't move to face my rescuer, but I didn't need to. I recognized Tervian's voice immediately. Boy, he sounded pissed off.

"Ah, if it isn't the lizard." The Shadow Kay stood up and to my dread, held my wand in her right hand. Crap. And she called the arrogant dragon prince a lizard. Double crap. Was she crazy? He was going to blow her head off-

"Drop the wand Shadow," Tervian was close, I could feel the steam blowing out of his mouth onto the back of my neck. Shadow Kay took several steps backward, but not out of fear. She needed to distance herself in order to properly use the wand to attack us both. Then I was shocked. Tervian hadn't said a word about the lizard comment. Instead, he continued to defend me. I guess I was right, the prince of black does have a heart.

"If you surrender princeling," She spoke with a lovely smile, as if we sat around a table having tea, "And agree to serve us then we will allow dragons to live in our kingdom."

"Do not insult me."

Her smile turned into a snarl, "You insult me fool! How dare you choose this human over my offer! Her species is pathetic and weak. In this body I am limited and sluggish, it is vulnerable and easily harmed. But you my friend, you are magnificent. You are a breathing weapon and I suggest you accept my offer."

"She is my sister," Tervian growled so harshly that the ground trembled. My body only hurt more as it also suffered from his growl, as it agitated my twisted arm.

"I hear your thoughts," The Shadow inspected my wand casually. "I know your disdain for humans and Narnia. I feel your distrust and doubt... There is no need to pretend with me. I see your soul."

Don't listen to him! I wanted to call out to Tervian, but my voice failed. I wanted to warn the prince against the Shadow's deceiving, hypnotic words. Sadly, it seemed they were already influencing the dragon, because he didn't say anything in response.

"Ahhh yes," She raised an eyebrow, "I feel your desire for power."

Tervian snorted arrogantly.

"I can see it now... You were young and curious," The Shadow threw her back and laughed. It was an empty, insincere laugh. "And so you had the audacity to disobey your parents and explore. You flew far, the royal blood makes you stronger, until you arrived at the Lone Islands. And you so you encountered humans for the first time... They disgusted you. You witnessed their uncivilized behavior, like selling one another as slaves. They viewed one another as pieces of cattle, so it was all to easy to agree."

I listened in shock. So I hadn't been the first human to meet the dragons? What?

"They were frightened of you," The Shadow sniggered. "Typical, they are a skittish and useless species. So of course they tried to kill you. When you were pinned under many nets, yes I see it in now, your mother came didn't she? And as she freed you, they killed her. Yes, I feel your hate. You hate these humans... They murdered your mother. Hate them. Hate her."

In the name of Aslan... There were people still alive out in the Lone Islands? Even in this year of history in Narnia? Why hadn't the dragons told me of this? Why hadn't Wilesia informed me? Did she think that I already knew this? Oh and Tervian... No wonder he was so damn bitter and spiteful. No wonder he hated me from the start. My species had killed his mother, but it wasn't their fault. They were scared and didn't understand! The whole situation was a misunderstanding.

"Terv..." My voice was barely a whisper. It seemed that the dark magic was beginning to wear off. "N-No..."

The prince ignored me and exhaled some steam, "How do I know your word will be kept Shadow?"

Makayla sighed, "The fact that I have not killed you already should prove my trustworthiness."

"N-No..." I gasped, unable to move. It took a lot of effort to keep my lips working, but I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't let Tervian fall into their web of lies. "You.. my... b-brother... Redw-wens..."

Bugger, it really hurt to talk.

"No," Tervian's voice was loud and clear. Morosely, I gave up. He wouldn't even listen to me. He didn't care about whether or not Narnia survived this war. Tervian made his opinion obvious from the very start. He despised me and humans, his only concern was the safety of his people. I was stupid to have tried.

"Drop the wand."

Hope! Tervian hadn't given in!

"No then?" Makayla lifted the wand and glared, "Then burn, little lizard."

If I had thought her previous release of energy was strong, this attack was ridiculously powerful. Never had I thought it so plausible to concentrate that much fire into one release. Although it did not look like a lot of magic, it was. I could feel it in my veins as I readied myself for death. The amount of power, control, and energy focused into her attack put my magical abilities to shame. The flames came out in one single lightning strike. Yes, the fire had condensed so much that it had transformed into lightning. When the hell had that been possible? Obviously I had never truly learned the limitations of fire.

So, I was going to die with my new awareness of my ignorance. Lovely way to go.

But the lightning never hit me, because Tervian turned sideways, to completely absorb the attack. The lightning exploded violently and I watched in both fascination and horror as my dear friend and fire brother was enveloped by a bright light. The strange beams made my eyes sting but I couldn't look away. After a few seconds though, the light died away and Tervian collapsed. There was no blood, no cuts, or signs of pain... He simply fell, motionless. His eyes were closed and my mouth let out a sob.

"M-Murderer," I cried.

Makayla gingerly poked Tervian's snout with the wand and grinned when she received no reaction. The great dragon prince had fallen. Stepping over his neck, she looked down at me, "Goodbye Guardian."

The last thing I saw was her swing the wand at me. Then, there was nothing.


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What... What happened? Where was I? In the blink of an eye, I found myself in a completely different place. Darkness overwhelmed me and I shivered, realizing the only sounds came from my rugged breathing.

"Crap," I threw my hands up when I recognized the setting. "Not again."

The world of nothing was fair too familiar now. Honestly, I had never wished to return to this place, but obviously Aslan, God, or whoever was in charge had other plans. Sitting down, I was pleased to find my arm perfectly healed and in place. Then, I froze.

"Am I dead?" I groaned and held my head in my hands. "I can't be dead, I can't! Peter..."

I couldn't leave Peter again. We had plans, we had dreams, we had love.

There was a voice, distant and faint. I tensed, "H-Hello? Anyone out there?"

Aslan's voice whispered into my ears, "I am coming Makayla."

My head snapped up, causing the tears that brimmed my eyes to finally spill over. "W-What?" I looked around but did not see the great lion. "Aslan, where are you?"

"I am on my way."

"Am I dead?" I murmured, afraid of the answer.

He never answered, well in words at least.

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When I opened my eyes, I grinned. There, inches away from my eyes was grass. Despite the fact it was covered in blood, mine no doubt, it was beautiful and a welcome sight. Grass meant I was in Narnia. Being in Narnia meant I was alive! Cautiously, I tried to move and found my body responding. Without hinderance, I got to my feet and found my arm completely healed. I'd have to be sure to thank Aslan for that.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Peter's voice sent shock waves through me. Spinning on my heal, I was hit hard in the face by reality. There, not a dozen feet, were Peter and me fighting.

Okay, seriously, this was just plain creepy. No one should ever have to see the things I've witnessed. Watching the man you love trying to kill you from a third person perspective leads to major trauma, especially when he has actually killed you before. Talk about a complicated relationship.

The Shadow Kay danced around Peter, clearly toying with the High King. Her smug expression vanished when her eyes landed on me: standing furiously with fire growing from my hands.

"Get." I took a step forward. "Away." Another step. "From." A third step. "Him."

"Kay?" Peter gaped at me. "You're alive?"

"How-" Makayla closed her mouth and stared at me curiously. After a tense moment, she shrugged, "No matter, it seems I am unable to kill you in body. I am sure I can kill your heart though."

I narrowed my eyes, not liking the sound of that at all.

Before I could demand her to drop the wand, Makayla Steen did the most awful thing possible. Without warning, she sent the point of my wand straight through the chest of Peter Pevensie. The Shadow was right, she could kill my heart. She could kill Peter.

I was vaguely aware of my screaming, but everything seemed to ebb away. All I could see was Peter falling to his knees, sputtering. Then, he tipped over to the side. As his body hit the ground, he gurgled up some blood. How ironic. Once upon a time, a man murdered a woman. She died, came back, and watched herself kill him. But it wasn't actually her... Honestly, this was ridiculous. Why me? Why did I have to suffer like this? If he died now, I swore I would follow him into the afterlife, even if it meant by my own hand. Damn it, I wanted a normal life. I wanted him. Shouldn't all stories that began with 'once upon a time' end with 'and they all lived happily ever after'? Even if the story was sick and twisted?

"Worthless," The Shadow sighed as she eyed Peter's dying body.

She had a wand, she had my body, and she had my voice. But she certainly did not have my spirit. What would the real Makayla Steen do in this sort of situation? What would any normal, high school teenage girl do if her boyfriend was threatened by another girl?

Start a bitch fight of course.

And that's exactly what I did. After everything that had happened to me- falling into Narnia, becoming a soldier, speaking to animals, fighting wars, and even dying... My spirit had never changed. None of that mattered now. I was exactly the same young woman I had been when I walked into the Pizza Parlor. I was Kay, I was Dolphin, I was me.

The Shadow never saw it coming. Suddenly, my bare fist was in her face, breaking the human nose she possessed. Then my other fist blackened her right eye, ruining her vision. Fist after fist I beat myself up. Well, sorta. It took her several seconds to recover, and when she did, I found myself on my back. Although confined to a human body, the Shadow still had enhanced abilities.

Magic held no importance, knowledge didn't mean a thing, and not even brute strength held value in this fight. We were equal in those... It all came down to who had the stronger, most feisty spirt.

I took a solid punch to my cheek, but then kneed her in the stomach. Ribs cracked and as she gasped in pain, I reached out to yank her hair. Her hands swatted at my face, nails scratching and cutting skin. I didn't pay any attention though and threw her off me by her hair. Tumbling for several yards, the Shadow's body took a heavy battering. The wand fell out of her hand and landed a few feet away. We both stared at it for a moment, before launching into action. While she half dragged and half jumped towards it, I grabbed a weapon she had failed to notice.

As her fingers wrapped around the wand, Shadow Makayla let out the most ghastly shriek I have ever heard. The sound did not belong to a human- no it belonged to a creature of another world. This was the real voice of the Shadow, finally heard as it died. In the last seconds of its life, the Shadow gazed at the sword that protruded out of her chest.

"This sword killed that body once," I whispered, never letting go of Peter's sword, "It only seems fitting that it puts it back to rest."

And just like that, my revived dead body turned into ash. My wand dropped harmlessly to the ground below and I staggered backwards. "S-She's gone..." I clasped my forehead in shock. "It's over."

Two similar inhuman screeches filled the air at that moment. I looked in the distance to see Susan and Lady Niomee howling in the midst of battle. Somehow, they had felt the death of their fellow Shadow. I noticed how Redwens, Vicern, Edmund, and Caspian all tensed at the inhuman sounds. The band of young men (and dragon) had the two remaining Shadows surrounded. Obviously, they were trying to capture them without harming the real Niomee and Susan.

"K-Kay," A faint voice grumbled.

"PETER!" I dropped his sword without hesitation and dropped to his side. Blood oozed through his chain mail and leaked out of the corner of his mouth. "Don't you dare die on me. I won't stand for it!"

"But, y-you just... died," He joked weakly, eyes going towards the small pile of ash. "K-Kinda."

I didn't smile but began to cry. "Please don't. Don't leave me Peter, I need you. God, I need you."

"I-I love you," Peter gulped but then coughed, causing some more blood to escape his lips. "D-Don't forget that..."

"You're not going to die, so cut it out," I snapped. Then softened seeing him wince, "Please... Please hold on. Lucy will come, she'll save you."

"L-Look," Peter's eyes were somewhere behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched without interest as Lady Niomee and Susan ran impossibly fast towards the mist for refuge. Their army was dead, finished off by the dragons and Narnian army (who obviously had joined at some point), and their fellow Shadow was dead. So, they ran, thinking the mist would guarantee escape.

I shook my head and looked back to Peter. Reaching out, I removed his helmet carefully and bent forward. Kissing his forehead I murmured, "It doesn't matter. He's coming and will take care of them."

"W-Who?"

"Aslan," I replied, stroking his hair lovingly. "Another reason to hold on. He'll be terribly disappointed if you give up."

Peter smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. My insides seemed to fall apart. Never had I seen Peter so... ghostly. It was like he was feinting away in my arms. I began to cry more loudly now. "I love you," I whispered over and over. "I love you. Don't leave me, I love you."

And just when Peter closed his eyes, unable to keep them open anymore, we heard the roar. Aslan's roar.

"He's here," I whispered with hope in my voice. Hope and desperation. "Peter he's here! Peter? PETER?!"

Peter had stopped breathing.

"LUCY! BRING ME LUCY!" Never had I screamed so viciously, so desperately. My throat stung but I kept on screaming. I couldn't stop, I never would, not until Peter was okay. "LUCY! SOMEONE HELP! LUCY!"

Miraculously, Lucy came. She seemed to appear like the angel she was. But my screams didn't stop, not even when a stranger's arms wrapped around, gently pulling me away from Peter. Through crazed eyes I watched a sniffling Lucy quickly tilt the bottle of elixir. A single, red drop dropped into the slightly open mouth of the High King. The worst moments of my life took place as I sat there, sobbing hysterically. We waited, but nothing happened.

My world came crashing down and I felt any bit of sanity I still had begin to deteriorate. Thank Aslan someone held me in place, otherwise I would have just fell limp on the grass.

Gone. Peter was gone.

"No..." Lucy spoke clearly. Her face was white and she stared at her eldest brother in shock, "H-He can't be dead. No!"

I had no words, only pain. Losing Peter far surpassed the agony of death.

"Wait," A masculine voice by my ear murmured. Duke, it was Duke who held me. "Look!"

My blurry vision saw nothing different. Peter was still dead.

"OH!" Lucy's gasped alarmed me. It was full of joy and so I begged my arm to move. Thankfully it did and slowly wiped away tears, clearing my vision drastically. I watched in enormous relief as Peter's chest lifted and fell steadily.

"H-He's breathing," I gasped for air. The emotional collapse and revival had took a toll on my bodily functions. I hadn't realized I wasn't breathing properly. But Peter's breathing seemed to put me back together. He always fixed me.

Peter's eyes flickered open and he groaned, "That was weird."

"PETER!" Lucy and I shouted at the same time. We both launched ourselves at the terribly confused and bewildered young man. Never had I been more glad to feel the warmth of his body.

He chucked before sobering up, "What happened?"

"Kayla killed Evil Bitchy Kayla," Duke said simply. Leave it to Duke to explain things so... nicely. I snorted at the former water polo captain. "Man, I thought you were a goner."

"Yeah, me too mate. Thanks Lu," Peter smiled at his younger sister before sighing deeply, "I never want to go through something like ever again." In his anxiety, Peter ran a hand through his dirty hair. Still, the motion made me squeal in excitement, relief, and joy.

Duke winced, "Dude, shut up. You sound like a little school girl with a silly crush."

I bent over and kissed Peter without a hint of shyness. Turning, I gave Duke a coy look, "I have a crush on him."

A familiar voice suddenly cut in. Snidely, the voice of an arrogant price spat, "Thank you for your concern. Stupid humans."

"TERV!?" I sprang to my feet and sprinted towards his moving body. "You're alive?!"

The prince gave me a dark look, "Obviously."

Ignoring his icy tone, I hugged his leg and laughed, "Thank goodness! Oh Tervian, I thought I'd lost you. I'm so sorry to hear about your mother. If I had known then I wouldn't have been so rude and then maybe we could have had a better start? You know? And for you to jump in front of me like that... For the rest of my life I was going to carry around this guilt, knowing that you'd given your life for me and-"

"Silence," He huffed. "And get off my leg."

Sheepishly, stepped away, "How do you feel?"

"Like I'm on fire," Tervian grumbled, releasing a good load of steam. Then he twisted his neck so that he could look at the side where the lightning at him. His eyes narrowed, "Well, that's interesting."

"What?" Nervously, I stepped around his legs so that I could see too. "Whoa!"

Ever see those cars with a flame paint job? The design of a flame runs along the side of the car? Well, Tervian was the car. While he remained black, there was a streak of silver on his side now. It looked rather stylish really, but he didn't seem to think so.

"Look what you've done!" Tervian snapped at me.

I crossed my arms defensively, "Me? No one asked you to take the blow!"

"Now I'm disfigured!"

"Please!" I rolled my eyes, "Stop being such a drama queen. It's like a custom paint job, it looks great."

Silence.

"He has no idea what a paint job is," Duke noted with amusement. Tervian sent a death glare at him, too proud to admit this was the truth.

Lucy cleared her throat, ending our display of immaturity. "Look over there. Aslan is back!"

The rest of us all turned our heads.

Duke whistled. "The mist is gone."

He was right. Narnia had finally returned to normal, every bit of mist had burned. And so we had no trouble watching the scene. Lady Niomee and Susan stood back to back, facing their opponents on both sides. Susan found herself staring into the calm and collected eyes of Aslan. The presences of the great lion made me smile. He looked healthy and healed, none of the wounds or blood Edmund had described remained. Lady Niomee snarled in retaliation, making the males in front of her get into defensive stances.

Redwens waved his tail, as if to taunt Niomee into attempting to escape. To the dragon's right stood the brave and confident Kings Edmund and Caspian who held their swords at the ready. On the other side of Redwens stood the most regal and handsome of them all. King Vicern kept his bow and arrow locked on Niomee, but even from here I could see his eyes remained on Susan's body. The intense look of concentration mixed with love in his eyes touched me. It was the same look I had for Peter.

Then a strange voice came from Susan's mouth. It belonged to the Shadow obviously, because it was distinctly male. The language was unfamiliar but it seemed that Aslan understood perfectly well, because he lifted his lips. The canines of the lion came into view and gleamed in the sunlight. I guess the Shadow didn't have anything nice to say.

Aslan did not wait to hear the rest of what the Shadow had to say. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and released a ferocious roar. As the airwaves hit Susan and Niomee, the familiar dying shrieks of two Shadows made my ears ring in irritation. Then, silence fell. The shrieking abruptly ended just as the petite elf and young woman both fell to the ground, limp. Niomee and Susan appeared lifeless, but I didn't have time to inspect their bodies. Hovering over their still forms were two ghosts... Two shadows. They were plain and rather small, Redwens had to gaze down to see them. As the seconds passed by, the shadows decreased in tint and size. Soon, they disappeared, the last bits of their existence brown away by a gentle breeze.

"It's over..." A new voice whispered, in awe. I gazed to my left and smiled softly. There, standing with a camera securely in her hand, was Alyssa. At her side, as always, stood her beloved Will. He had a puzzled expression as he took in the events. Poor lad, he probably still didn't realize the gravity of the situation. Being thrown into another world did tend to mess up your sense of logic.

But what made my smile grow wasn't my mirth regarding Will. No, it was what lay behind the two humans. Gathering together, four kingdoms united as one. Telmarines patted the shoulders of fauns affectionately, centaurs bowed in respect to dragons, and elves embraced Telmarines. Every species, every culture, every living soul joined together. It didn't matter where you came from. Whether you had bunny ears, pointed ears, round ears, or no ears at all didn't mean anything. No one cared if you could breathe fire or not. Differences were put aside, grudges forgotten, and prejudices ignored.

One single thought filled my mind at that moment. I voiced it aloud in a soft murmur, "Finally Narnia is at peace."

"As are you," Aslan's voice replied gently. He trotted over to Peter's side and observed me with a strange twinkle in his eyes. "You are relieved."

I blinked, "Pardon me?"

"You have fulfilled your Guardian duties," Aslan opened his mouth slightly and breathed on my face. The warmth hit my face but rapidly spread to my neck, arms, chest, stomach, legs, and feet. Soon, my whole body tingled strangely. It didn't hurt but it brought no pleasure. Seconds later, it went away and I swayed in place. Duke's arms shot out and held me by my shoulders, steadying me.

I moaned, "I... I feel so tired."

"You have returned to your normal self," Aslan chuckled deeply. "With some sleep, you will feel better Makayla."

Damn it, I hated this part. I hated having to deal with the aches and exhaustion that followed battle. Adrenaline didn't keep me numb from these effects anymore. My sour expression remained, only worsening when Edmund joined our group with Lady Niomee in his arms. Her eyes were closed, but I was glad to see that she was breathing. Following behind Ed was a very solemn Vicern, who held his wife. Susan appeared well enough, there were no cuts or wounds visible. Though, her face did seem rather pale and sickly.

"Are they going to be okay?" Lucy asked Aslan, staring at her sister in distress.

Aslan didn't answer with words, something he did often I noticed, but with actions. As he did with me, he breathed onto the ladies' faces. Everyone kept their eyes set on the two limp forms but sure enough, Niomee and Susan began to stir.

Lady Niomee' spoke first, her eyes fluttering, "W-Who... Where?"

Her voice no longer sounded evil or full of hatred. Instead, it was smooth and silky, belonging to the real Niomee. The beautiful elf gaped at Edmund before gasping, "Beware! There's an evil spirit! It attacked me and-"

"We've killed it," Ed lowered Niomee onto the ground. He carefully allowed her to sit down, even offering his legs for her to lean against. Ah, Ed, always the gentleman. "Do you remember anything?"

Before Niomee could respond, a groan came from Susan. Her eyes slowly opened and she gazed up silently at her husband. When he smiled tentatively at her, she tiredly rested her forehead against his chest. "W-What happened? I feel bloody awful."

Oh, wow. Susan used the word bloody.

"You two don't remember anything?" Peter laughed in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

Niomee frowned at Peter, "What nonsense is this? Is this a joke? I demand that someone takes me to my father! He will not be pleased with such harassment-"

Duke slapped his forehead, "We went through all that crap just to save her? I say the Shadow was an improvement!"

The gorgeous elf's face turned a bright shade of red, "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I don't know you," Will spoke up. "And I already don't like you lady."

I swear, only my friends would say stuff like this in this sort of situation. Absolutely bonkers, the lot of them! Aslan's patience seemed to be wearing out thin as well, because the twinkle was gone. His expression blank but I doubted that a powerful being like him would stand for anymore banter.

However, Aslan didn't put a stop to it. Susan did when she lifted her head away from Vicern's chest and snapped, "Oh shut up. Now, what happened? What did I miss?"

Redwens, who hovered just behind Vicern lowered his neck so that his face came only inches away from Susan's. Her eyes went wide in horror at the sight of him.

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Two days passed since the battle. The journey back to the Telmarine castle had only taken a little over an hour, because the dragons had kindly offered to carry us back. What a sight it had been! From where Peter and I sat on Redwens' back, I had to smile. To see Telmarines, elves, and humans alike riding dragons off into the sunset had been... magical.

To my complete shock, Tervian had offered his back to Caspian. The two leaders spoke in serious tones for the entire flight. Sadly, I found I could not eavesdrop. Without my Guardian powers, I was human... Weak and vulnerable. Still, I couldn't ask for anything else. Even though the danger had passed, my magic remained. Apparently, my magic wouldn't ever leave me again. I was glad though, because it was so much apart of my life. Magic kept my soul together and linked me to the dragons. I never wanted to lose it again. Just like I never wanted to lose Peter. Like my magic, he served as a vital part of my soul. And against all odds, I had come out of this war with both my magic and love. I guess this was the beginning of my happily ever after.

About time, jeez.

"Stop fantasizing and peel those potatoes," Alyssa slapped my cheek playfully.

I stuck my tongue out at her. Yes, I may have acted childishly, but I could not help myself. To be free of responsibilities, the depression of war, and my constant concern for Susan did wonders for my mood. I thrived on the thought of being a normal teenager again and so acts of childish antics slipped here and there.

We sat at a table in the kitchens of the Telmarine castle. Caspian had ordered for a massive feast to celebrate the deaths of the Shadows and start of a new age. Things looked bright for Narnia. With the varying kingdoms united and together, I knew that Caspian would improve life here. Now that the war was over, I finally had time for myself. I realized that I barely spent any time with Alyssa during this adventure and so I volunteered us to help with the feast's preparations. I knew the men would be helping chop wood or other masculine chores. Snort.

"You're just annoyed that Will isn't here," I teased.

Alyssa's cheeks burned, "I'm fine without him."

"Really? Because it always seems like the two of you are attached at the hip."

"Shut up Dolphin," Alyssa threw a piece of potato skin at me. In the past two days I had slept, ate, and slept some more. My body was still slightly sore so I barely managed to dodge the piece of food.

"No food fights," I warned. "Susan will kill me if I ruin this gown."

"I still think we should just wear our jeans," Alyssa shrugged. She wore a pretty purple dress, it flattered her and I'm sure that Will was going to melt tonight. We had not seen any of the fellows since breakfast this morning. After the meal, the women and men separated. I had no doubt that Peter and Edmund were probably setting up tables or lifting heavy items. Will and Duke were most likely running about the castle like children, trying to help but failing miserably. Susan and Lucy had gone out to the riverbank to decorate the tables and tents.

In order to accommodate the large number of guests and enormous dragons, Caspian had decided to have the feast outdoors. Just outside the city actually, right by the river that separated the once Telmarine land from the mysterious Narnian forest. Now... It was all just Narnia, one country.

"You look like a princess," I said thoughtfully. "Duke is probably going to make Will wear a tunic and a cape. Yes, they'll definitely have capes."

"Boys," My friend giggled. "Thank you, I feel like we've gone back into time. We're nobles of the court or whatever."

"Talk about culture change."

"You don't look like a princess."

It was my turn to through potato skin at her, which smacked her right on the nose. "Thanks a lot Alyssa, I appreciate it."

She scoffed and flicked the skin away, "I didn't meant it like that. I was going to add that it's because you look more like a queen."

That made any witty remark I had planned go down the drain. I stared at my friend, who shrugged, "What? That's what you are basically. All you have to do is put a ring on that finger and it'll be official. Everyone already calls you Queen Makayla anyways."

"D-Do they?" I gulped.

"Yup," She finished her last potato with a victorious grin. "I heard some servants talking about you."

"Great," I mumbled as I peeled my last potato as well. "More gossip."

"No, more like praise. They like you and were sighing dreamily over Peter..." Alyssa winked suggestively at me, "Be careful, he may get snatched away."

"As if I'd let that happen," I lifted the basket of potatoes and handed it to a passing servant. Without a task at hand, I glanced at a pot that hung on the wall a few feet away. I could see a rough reflection of my face and I grimaced. I lifted my arm and my fingers brushed over the many scratches and cuts on my face. "Alyssa, I'm so damn ugly."

"Nah, they'll go away. Who cares anyways? Everyone knows what you normally look like and it's not like you have anyone to impress. You've already got your Prince Charming," She paused and then burst out into laughter.

"What?" I eyed her warily.

"Do you remember the day this all began? The day of the water polo match?"

"Of course."

"Do you remember our conversation in the car?"

My insecurity turned into amusement. Leaning on the table, I nodded, "Like it was yesterday."

"You're asking for a prince." Alyssa announced. "In case you haven't noticed Kay, they don't exactly exist anymore. Well there's Prince William and Prince Harry, but they're over in England. I mean, how many Princes do you see going around waving a sword around killing magical beasts?"

"I really hate that." I mumbled.

"What?" She asked curious.

"That there isn't a Prince Charming waiting for me."

"Oh, yeah, I got over that when I was twelve." Alyssa smiled sympathetically.

"You totally proved me wrong."

"I guess I did," I smiled. The two of us sat there, both lost in our own daydreams. While she thought about a certain boy named Will, I couldn't stop thinking about a man named Peter. Yes, a man. Peter was different to every other guy out there. How lucky was I to have a young man with the maturity of an adult? In fact, how did he even still love me? He had grown up, leaving me behind in a stage of adolescence. Shouldn't he love a woman? A woman who didn't stick her tongue out at people, who could cook and clean, who didn't use foul language? A real woman. But maybe my youthful antics were the very reason why he still loved me. Maybe I was his link to being young and childish, maybe I was a walking reminder of who he was. It didn't matter, he loved me and that's all I needed to know.

A hand tapped my shoulder. Jumping in fright, I turned to see a laughing Vicern.

"You're easy to scare now," The friendly elf remarked. Ever since Susan had woken up, the elvin king had returned to normal. One moment he's depressed and the next the happiest fellow around. I understood though because it was the same for me. While Peter was my mechanic, Susan was Vicern's. They fixed us, no matter how damaged we were.

To prove that he was in fact back to his goofy self, Vicern reached out and touched a rather nasty cut on my cheek. "Look Kay! We match!" He pointed to the scar on his face.

Alyssa coughed awkward, unsure of whether or not to laugh. She had always been a bit funny about Vicern's scar. I didn't blame her though. That scar ruined his perfection, well in superficial beauty at least, and served as a permanent reminder of Lady Marie's treachery. Every time I looked at Vi, I was reminded of one of the most horrifying experiences of my life: dying. The image of Peter stabbing his sword through me would flash in my eyes because of that scar.

And that was just me. I couldn't even fathom what that scar did to poor Susan.

I sniggered, "Nice joke Vi. It's good to have you back."

He kissed my cheek pleasantly, "Yes it is! Now, would you lovely ladies like to join the festivities? My bossy wife has ordered me to fetch you both."

"Hear that Alyssa?" I elbowed the elf roughly, "It's the Queen who controls the King!"

"Duh," Alyssa nodded in approval of this.

Vi groaned, "That was harsh darling."

I shrugged before putting my arm through his, "If you were in charge of things, we'd be doomed. Thank Aslan you found Susan, she keeps you in check."

Alyssa took hold of Vicern's other arm. She had become comfortable with this medieval custom, adapting much quicker than I had. The three of us skipped (literally) from the castle and to the outer wall of the city. My red dress was made of silk and reflected the moon's light. Alyssa wore a heavier gown as she did not have magic to keep her warm in the night air. Politely, Vicern offered her his cape, which she declined. Ah, she was always a stubborn one.

"WAIT!" She came to a halt.

"What?" Vicern and I said at the same time. Both of us raised an eyebrow at her.

"Twins," She muttered under her breath, "I swear. Anyways, stand right there. I want to get a picture."

Vicern scratched his forehead in confusion, "This 'picture' means painting a portrait of us with that... Hmm, what is it called again?"

"Camera," I answered scooting closer to him. Leaning my head on his shoulder I whispered, "Smile!"

A flash blinded me momentarily. Vicern cried out in alarm, "It tried to kill us!"

"Relax," Alyssa waved off his panic without much care. "The camera does that so we can see you in the portrait. The moonlight doesn't light you up enough."

"It's okay," I patted Vicern's back as he continued to shake. "It's okay... Shhh, hush puppy."

A unmistakable giggle made the three of us look up. Sure enough, Redwens landed gracefully besides our group. "Hello little ones!"

"Hi Redwens," Alyssa immediately began to pet the dragon lovingly. She was a sucker for his cute giggle.

Vicern saluted Redwens, "Hello!"

"Shouldn't you be with Tervian at the feast already?" I asked my winged friend.

He giggled, "Yes, but then I saw my favorite human in the whole wide world!"

"Damn it," Vicern joked. "That can't be me then."

"Me?" I grinned and climbed (yes I had to climb) onto his back. "Onward steed!"

Redwens snorted, spraying me in the face with steam. "I wasn't talking about you. I was referring to Alyssa."

Alyssa burst out into giggles and promptly climbed onto Redwens, pushed me off, and waved goodbye. Without further ado, the dragon and his favorite human took off into the night sky... Leaving a bewildered elf and me behind.

"If it's any consolation," Vicern said cheerfully, "You're my favorite human."

I scoffed, "No I'm not. Susan is."

"Oh yeah," Vi tapped his chin thoughtfully. "You're right, she is. Fine, you're my second favorite-"

"No matter what world I live in," I threw my hands up in exasperation. "I am completely surrounded by idiots!"

"Peter," Vicern called out to someone behind me. "Kay thinks you're an idiot."

Slowly, with a bright red face, I turned around. Walking towards us was a smirking Peter. He looked... Oh boy, I had no words to explain it. Maybe it was the moonlight, maybe the flash of the camera messed with my vision... But he seemed to glow.

"I'm an idiot?" Peter looked at me for confirmation.

I nodded and put on an uninterested expression, "And a fool."

"A fool in love," Peter said huskily taking me into his arms. Light kisses placed on my neck made me shiver in place. "Am I really an idiot?"

"Yes," I did my best to keep my voice from trembling, but failed. "A handsome idiot though."

"Oh really?" Peter planted a kiss on my lips. "Well, I guess I'm an idiot for ever thinking you couldn't get any more beautiful."

"Prepare to become even more of an idiot then," I growled playfully.

Peter leaned in again, "I look forward to-"

"I'm going to find my wife before I throw up," Vicern strolled off.

We watched him go before laughing.

"When did you figure out I was putting on an act?" Peter wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we began to walk in the same direction. Vicern had vanished into the darkness of the night already.

"Right when you started to kiss my neck," I punched his in the chest. "You know I don't like being so... public."

"I know," He chuckled. "Did you see his face though?"

"I did," I sniggered. "You know, we make a great team."

"A good couple too," Peter said. "Marry me?"

I gave him a confused look "I thought I already answered that question."

"Tonight?"

"No I don't think I've answered it tonight," I answered, even more puzzled. "The last time you asked me was-"

Peter quickly kissed me and then pulled away, "No, I mean marry me tonight."

"Oh," I blinked.

"Oh?" He frowned.

"Oh!"

"Kay? We don't have to. We can always wait and-"

"No! I mean yes!" I fumbled for words in my exhilaration.

Peter ran his hand through his hair, "Alright. I'm confused."

"Yes," I took a deep breath, successfully calming myself. "As in yes, let's get married tonight."

"I hoped you'd say yes," He grinned. "I've already made preparations."

And so, I married Peter and became Makayla Pevensie.

The moment we had arrived at the feast, I quickly realized how serious Peter was. He really did make preparations. Redwens had been ordered to kidnap Alyssa, so she could take her place as a bridesmaid while Peter proposed- again. Susan had charged the head of servants to place Alyssa and I to work in the kitchens, far away from the wedding preparations. I never saw the white table clothes, white flower petals, white decorations in the day. I never saw Duke being fitted for a tunic fit for a King, as he had been asked by Peter to walk me down the aisle. I never saw Edmund setting up rows and rows of tables and chairs for guests. I never saw Tervian light the tents with floating flames that seemed to dance in place.

The ceremony was simple and short, much to my liking. Susan walked up the aisle with Vicern, Alyssa with Will, Lucy with the best man Edmund, and finally Duke with me. As he guided me towards the love of my life, Duke clutched onto my hand.

As we arrived at the end of the stroll, Duke leaned in and whispered, "I once told you that I would never let go... I was wrong to say that. Goodbye Kayla."

And let go of my hand, giving me to Peter. The gesture made me sniff back tears. I fought back the urge to cry, I didn't want to ruin my looks anymore. Unlike any other bride I'd seen, I wore a red dress, didn't have a speck of makeup on, wore boots, and had scrapes all over my face. But it was still perfect.

Peter knew me well and had avoided long speeches and vows. We simply said, "I love you" to one another and kissed as Caspian, the ruling royal, presided over the ceremony. With his authority, he deemed us man and wife.

Cheers. The cheers were so loud! It seemed that thousands had gathered in that field to witness the ceremony. I was both honored and embarrassed. As Peter and I sat down at the head table, the celebrations began. It was the best night of my life. I remained at Peter's side as we were showered with food, praise, gifts, and joy. It seemed that every two minutes Peter was kissing me and whispering, "My Queen." I don't think I've ever blushed so much before. We kissed, we danced, and most importantly, we lived.

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Review Responses:

Chitown4183: I think Alyssa stole Redwens from us : (

1fanofthemarauders: Hiya, thanks for reading! Yes, this is going to be the end. The conclusion will make a lot of sense, especially if you've read the Narnia book series... Stay tuned!

Lil' Pirate Lass: My lawyer has informed me that the restraining order you is now in place. JUST KIDDING. Hahaha, cancer in my earlobes via sneeze? Genius. Where do you come up with this stuff?

Hopeyoudontmind: Hey, glad to hear from you. Well, by the time you return home for good, this story will be complete. I have two more chapters planned but I might condense them into one. Not quite sure yet. I have debated on how to split Royal Findings up, but I don't have the time or incentive to rearrange everything this late into the process. You know? I'm lazy : )

xXthenextbookwormXx: Nooooo, I think we've lost Redwens to Alyssa! Oh well, there's always Tervian haha. And oh snap, I've never had to babysit a kid before, but that sounds horrible. I guess kids think they can go bonkers when their parents are gone. Little monsters...

Dares to Dream: It's okay, I like hearing about Redwens. He just makes me smile. And yeah... Hope you weren't readying your gun or machete when I "killed" Redwens earlier. Hahaha (That's a nervous laugh)

Phil Archer: Best review of all time, hands down. Thanks for the input, feedback, and opinion. I have two chapters planned but might condense them into one. Well, I hope that this was long enough for you. Hah, I actually split this into 2 chapters but was too lazy to upload twice. So, here is my longest chapter... I think? Oh well, I did attempt to make the transitions from battle to aftermath to wedding as smooth as possible. That's a major shift in mood and tone, but meh, I think I pulled it off!

And yes, I rather like Kay's character. I didn't plan on having her to be so headstrong and forward, but it happened. Sometimes it seems like the characters write themselves... As odd as that sounds. THANK YOU. I looked back at this crossover fanfiction I wrote when I as 14. God, it was horrible. The writing was awful, characters ridiculously unreal, and plot confusing. Sadly, I could only read a few chapters before I gave up. So for you to see improvement and notice is a great compliment.

dancingquensillystring: Thanks for the hunk of adjectives, much appreciated! :D

ChaosHasCome: What did you think of Tervian's back story? I think it does well to explain his attitude towards Kay and humans in general. He's bitter and yikes, he's sort of responsible for the death of his own mother. Let me know!