Disclaimer: No, I don't own the Chronicles of Narnia. No matter how much I wish I did. I tell you, when is Netflix going to hurry up and make some Narnia stuff? I need something!

Author's Note: I am so sorry about how long it's been. I swore to never quit the story and I stand by that. Just bear with me, okay? If you need more Narnia to read, I've written quite a few other Narnia stories. Check 'em out, if you want. Please read and review. Thank you and again my apologies. Love you all! -Ninja :)

Big Thank You to treehugger00 – She has really helped spur me on with this story and has given me lots of helpful criticism and advice! Thank you so much! :)

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As Henry walked through the castle with his sons, he couldn't help but feel out of place amidst the fanciness. He did not consider himself to be a "fancy" man, and hardly ever dressed up. Henry supposed he didn't look too bad in the black pants and suit he had arrived in, but still.

He dragged himself out of his own thoughts and looked around as he walked. Peter and Edmund were a couple of feet ahead of him, and they led him down a flight of stairs to a stone room.

"This is the armory, Father," Edmund said, gesturing with his hand. "Peter and I must put on our armor."

"Ah, I - er - I see," Henry stammered. He was astonished. Ahead of him, were four large containers that looked a little bit like trunks. Peter and Edmund went to two of them and opened them up. Henry had followed behind Peter and gasped when he saw what was inside. Swords, outfits, daggers, shields, and armor of all different colors.

After Henry had watched in silence as his eldest son put on a shirt of chainmail and grabbed a beautiful shield, his sword already hanging from his belt. He then turned and looked at his youngest son and was surprised to see him a second sword instead of a shield, and not wearing a helmet.

"Don't want to scar you pretty face, do you, brother?" Edmund asked, in a teasing tone.

"Son," Henry began, "why do you have two swords and not a shield?"

"I do not fight with a shield, Father," Edmund replied simply. "It gets in the way and is not as offensive as a second sword."

"Father," Peter began, "he's just being humble. Everyone knows that Edmund enjoys fighting with two swords and showing off."

Henry chuckled. "Well, you boys ready?" he asked. He had to admit, he was extremely excited to see what his sons were capable of.

Peter and Edmund nodded and led the way up the stairs. After being properly introduced to Oreius, General of the Narnian Army, Henry sat down in the grass to watch his sons.

He was absolutely thunderstruck at their skill with a blade. Peter blocked every single blow of Edmund's, while Edmund rained blow after blow down on Peter's shield. It was a quick and uninterrupted battle, spare the occasional word of advice from Oreius, Near the end of the sparring session, (Henry could tell because Edmund's and Peter's blows became slower) a faun came running (trotting?) up to the two Kings.

"Your Majesties," the faun panted.

"What is it, Mr. Tumnus?" Peter asked, lowering his sword and shield.

"Wolves," the faun gasped.

"Where?" Edmund asked quickly, sheathing both his swords. His voice was calm and low, but it sounded dangerous at the same time. Henry stood up.

"Approaching quickly from the north. They - they are near - near there, right now."

"They're coming towards the Cair?" Peter clarified.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the faun replied.

"How many?" Peter asked.

"At least two dozen."

Peter turned towards Edmund. "What say you, brother?" he asked. "Wait for them or meet them head on?"

"Wait," Edmund replied, turning back and walking towards the armory. Henry watched him leave in confusion. These wolves sounded like a big deal, so why wasn't Edmund acting more . . . energized?

Henry reeled his thoughts back in and turned his attention onto Peter and Oreius's conversation.

"Prepare yourselves and your fellow Centaurs," Peter was saying. "The Centaurs and ourselves should be able to handle the wolves, but prepare a small group of soldiers nevertheless. We will meet them in the Pavilion."

"Very well, your Majesty," Oreius replied, bowing slightly, then galloping away.

"Peter?" Henry began, walking up to him. "This seems to be a big deal, so why isn't –"

"Edmund taking more action?" Peter finished for him.

"Yeah," Henry confirmed.

"That's just the way he is now, Father," Peter replied. "He's always the calmest and always keeps me and the girls in line."

Henry smiled, then spoke again, concern evident to Peter. "What is the deal with these wolves?"

"Wolves were the main followers of . . . of her," Peter replied.

"Her?" Henry said, questioningly.

Peter sighed. "The – the White Witch."