ANNABELL

MY body's felt weak...almost broken as I trudged behind the others. It was a long walk to the How as it was sunrise by the time we reach it. Lucy was standing outside, waiting for us. "What happened?" she asked when we reached her.

"Ask him," Peter snarled as he nodded his head back at Caspian.

Here we go again.

"Peter," Susan said in anger while Caspian asked in disbelief; "Me?"

"You could've called it off. There was still time," Caspian snarled back as I shook my head.

We didn't have time for this.

"No, there wasn't, thanks to you. If you kept to the plan, those soldiers might be alive," Peter's voice broke when he mentioned the soldiers left behind.

"If you'd stayed here like I suggested, they definitely would be!" Caspian's voice began to rise as he grew angrier.

"You called us, remember?" Peter snapped back which Caspian responded back; "My first mistake."

"No. Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people," Peter began to walk away as if he was having the last word, but Caspian stopped him; "Hey! I am not the one who abandoned Narnia."

"You invaded Narnia. You have no more right to lead it than Miraz does," Caspian walked away but Peter continued; "You, him, your father..."

Caspian had now stopped at the mention of his father. "Narnia's better off without the lot of you."

I was now rushing towards them as Caspian let out a loud cry and unsheathed his sword which Peter copied.

"Stop it!" I cried out, standing between the two idiots now pointing their swords between each other.

I felt Caspian's sword slice my cheek, causing black blood to drip from the wound. The sight of my blood caused those that didn't know-such as the Pevensies and Caspian- to gasp in shock. The blood from the battle had dried under my nose and the corner of my lips. They must have thought it was dirt by evident of their gasps.

"It's everyone's fault. Stop trying to blame each other when you know that we all did something wrong. My mistake was allowing you both to lead my people," I snapped at them before storming past them, not caring about their response to my words.

I was the Hope of Narnia...but how can I be when I didn't have hope anymore?