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Author's Note – Some of the text in this chapter is from Prince Caspian it only has a couple of changes due to how my story differs from C.S Lewis's. I'm not including the part with Susan, Lucy and Aslan because it it's relevant to the story I'm telling.

Chapter Two

Edmund could only watch as his brother dived at Miraz intent on defeating the older King. Then it happened! Miraz's feigned weakness was only a ploy to get Peter close enough to carry out his plan. Before Peter could react the usurper had wrenched the sword from his grasp. Peter looked at his opponent and then tried to escape the man's clutches, but it was too late.

"Peter!" Edmund found himself crying, horrified as he saw his elder brother impaled on his own sword. Everything just froze, then with a triumphant and malicious smile, Miraz ripped the blade from the High King's side. Peter choked back a scream as the sword was removed, then he began to fall. It seemed like hours before Peter hit the ground. Edmund, Caspian and Doctor Cornelius rushed forward to get to Peter but just then Miraz deceitfully ordered his armies to attack. He and Peter were lost in the swarm.

It was chaos as the Telmarines and the Old Narnians fought. Miraz, with a look of pitiless disgust stepped over his fallen foe and joined the fray. It was pure mayhem. The whole Telmarine army was rushing towards them. But now the Giant was stamping forward, stooping low and swinging his club. The Centaurs charged. Twang, twang behind and hiss, hiss overhead came the archery of Dwarfs. Trumpkin was fighting at Edmund's left. Full battle was joined.

"Come back, Reepicheep, you little ass!" shouted Edmund. "You'll only be killed. This is no place for mice." But the ridiculous little creatures were dancing in and out among the feet of both armies, jabbing with their swords. Many a Telmarine warrior that day felt his foot suddenly pierced as if by a dozen skewers, hopped on one leg cursing the pain, and fell as often as not. If he fell, the mice finished him off; if he did not, someone else did.

But almost before the Old Narnians were really warmed to their work they found the enemy giving way. Tough-looking warriors turned white, gazed in terror not on the Old Narnians but on something behind them, and then flung down their weapons, shrieking, "The Wood! The Wood! The end of the world!"

Startled by this act of cowardice Miraz grabbed a loose horse and left the field, two Lords, Glozelle and Sopespian escaped with him. The Telmarines, now leaderless, surrendered flinging down the rest of their weapons. It was then Susan, Lucy and Aslan arrived and with them were a great and joyous host. One member of the party was an old woman who upon arriving slipped off Aslan's back, where she had been perched, and ran across to Caspian. They embraced one another; for she was his old nurse.

Sadness once again resumed at the realization of both Peter and Edmund's obvious absence. Susan and Lucy were told the tale and immediately afterwards ran to find their brothers, Doctor Cornelius and Aslan in tow.

When they found the two Kings they wished they hadn't. Peter was sprawled on the sodden ground, eyes closed. Edmund was in a heap beside him sobbing, Lucy joined him, arms around one another in a meager act of comfort. Susan stood in the same spot she had when she first saw him. Tears tracked down her face as she looked with almost unseeing eyes at the scene before her. Her older brother the High King was dead.

TBC…

Sorry Tracey! And other Peter fans. Please don't hate me, not yet anyway. When the story's done you can hate me all you want and you can flame away just not right now. Please!