Hey! Happy new Year every one! Here's the new chapter, but first I wanna thank my reviewers!

To all of you who liked it and wanted me to update, here you go! Many thanks!

To child of the Seine: This chapters for you! Thanks for being truthfull! It's gonna be Taz and Peter, 'cause I have William Moseley fangirlishness right now. After it's over, I might write an Edmund romance. If so, I'll tell you.

Last time:

"Someone has to talk with the Archenlanders" Edmund cried. "and you need to talk to Taz. We'll see you later."

Peter ignored them. His mind was with the girl in his arms

New Chapter:

"Taz!" Peter lifted her head so she had to look at him. "Look at me" She averted her eyes. "Taz… please?" She sighed and stared at him. He was slightly shocked at the pain in her eyes. "What's wrong? Taz, you have to tell me. I can't help if you don't tell me. I want to help. Let me." Anastasia looked at him, smiling sadly. Peter had always thought he could save her; help her, no matter what. In first grade Peter had got into a fight with some third graders because they were bullying her. He'd given one a bloody lip, and gotten a black eye, but it was a good thing. That was how they met.

"I don't think you can simply make it go away with a bloody lip this time Peter.

I-I don't think you can save me from this one."

"Let me try Taz. It doesn't help me if I can't try."

"It won't help you if you can't do either." Anastasia muttered, but she began.

"Father!" Taz smiled at her Dad, for he was home for the day. He didn't look to happy though. "Father? What's wrong?"

"I have to go for a while Tasia. Okay?"

"You got drafted." No fooling Taz.

He grimaced "Yes. Take care of you're Mother, okay girl? I'll be back soon."

He left that evening.

3 months later:

"Mama, Get into the shelter. I'll be right there."

"Tasia-"

"Mama! Go!"

Taz ran back. She had to get the cats! Her mother stood, wavering, in the front yard. The hum of engines made her dive for the shelter, but she was too late. Taz survived, under the grand piano in the dining room. Her mother was not so fortunate.

Lying in the hospital, glass embedded in her left arm Taz sighed. She couldn't believe she had lost her mother. A nurse entered. "Mail for you dearie" She chirped and left. Taz opened the envelope. The letter was short and brief:

Dear Mrs. and Ms. Rowling,

It is our unfortunate duty to inform you that Mr. Joseph Rowling has been killed in battle. Bla, bla, bla.

Taz didn't even know what the rest if the letter said. Only one thought had penetrated her brain. Anastasia Rowling was a war orphan.

She had been on her way to the orphanage, on the bus, when her trip had been interrupted by her disappearance.

"Oh my god" Peter wrapped his arms around Taz. He was shocked, and, though it would take a lot to make him admit it, saddened almost to tears by Taz's tale. Her parent's had been well liked by him and his family, and for him and Susan, almost surrogate parents. He had been slightly better at handling a sword, and knew Edmund was too, from watching Joseph's fencing tournaments. Joseph had been a very good fencer. Peter told Taz so, and she managed a weak smile.

"I was learning to fence" She told Peter "before the war. I was okay. I suppose, or that's what," she took a breath. "That's what dad said."

Peter smiled at her "Come to the armory?" He asked "You can pick a sword."

Taz shrugged "I kinda need sleep, actually. Is there some where I can get some?"

"Taz?" Peter said "It's a castle. We'll find somewhere." She stuck out her tongue at him, yawned, and fell asleep. She was a little more tired than she had thought. Peter hoisted her into his arms, carrying her up the castle, but halfway up the hill he met Bor and Borin, the messengers from Archland, with Edmund.

"Peter?" Edmund called. Peter shushed him, and gestured to the girl in his arms. Edmund nodded, and he and Philippe trotted down. "What's wrong with her?" he whispered.

Peter took a breath. "She's a war orphan Ed." He sighed, letting the breath out with a whoosh. "Her mother was killed in the bombings, her father on the battle field."

Edmund's eyes widened "No… the Rowling's are, are dead?" Peter nodded. "I sword fight better from watching him, know how to hold it, and move my feet."

"Me to" Peter said "That's his legacy, I guess. Three sword fighting children."

"Three?" Edmund's eyes strayed to Anastasia. Peter nodded.

"Her to. It doesn't matter that she's a girl. If there's any one to break the swords for men, arrows for the women fighters rule, it's Taz."

Edmund smiled, and kissed Taz's forehead. She moved and muttered in her sleep, but didn't wake. "She'll be okay?" Edmund looked at Peter, asking for reassurance.

"I don't know Ed." Peter looked sad. "I really don't know. We'll do our best to help though." Edmund nodded, lifted a hand, and rode back to Bor and Borin. Peter went back to climbing up the hill. When he'd reached the castle, Lucy, Susan and Mrs. Beaver greeted him and Anastasia.

"The poor dear!' cried Mrs. Beaver. "Look how thin she is too!" Peter hadn't noticed it, but he realized at Mrs. Beaver's words that Taz was too thin. He could feel every bone of her side against his stomach. "Follow me King Peter,' Mrs. Beaver bustled, and Peter felt better. If any one could make Taz feel better, it was Mrs. Beaver. He followed her upstairs; laid Taz on the bed Mrs. Beaver indicated, and then sat on the chair next to her.

Lucy came over, and laid a hand on his arm. "Come on Peter. We need to change her into bed clothes. Out you go"

Peter stood, and raked a hand though his hair. "Call me when you're done." He said and walked from the room.

"He is very distracted." Mrs. Beaver commented. "Lucy, why don't you go talk to him? Susan and I will be fine here."

Lucy didn't need telling twice. She ran off, hollering "Thanks!" in her wake.

She found him leaning on the rail of the balcony opening from his room to the ocean. "What's wrong with Taz?" She asked him.

"Remember her parents?" Peter began.

"Not really..." Lucy sighed "I was only three... Her father fenced, didn't he?"

Peter nodded "Not any more though."

"He went to war?" Lucy asked

"That's not all he did in the war" Peter said

"Oh" Lucy said, understanding dawning. "He died in the war?"

Peter barely nodded, but Lucy understood. She stayed quiet, letting him control the conversation. "Do you remember her mother?" he asked.

"She was like Mrs. Beaver, wasn't she?" Lucy strained her memory. "Whe you met Taz, didn't she fix up your eye when Taz told her what happened? You told me that."

Peter nodded "The bombings..." He began.

"Oh." Lucy's face fell futher. "Poor Taz. I don't remember her much, but she's so sweet." Peter nodded. "Peter?" Lucy looked him full in the face "If you need to cry, don't do it alone." Peter looked at her, but Lucy had already left.

He sighed, turned, and found Susan had come to find him. "She's awake" Susan said. "She told me. Peter, I'm gonna miss them."

"You never saw them anyway" Peter pointed out.

"But I'll never see them agian, and it's for sure now" Susan replied. Tears came to her eyes, and she blinked, furiously. Peter laid a hand on her shoulder.

"It'll be okay." Peter hugged her around the shoulders.

Susan whipped her eyes. "Anyway, I need you to go talk to Taz, please. She asked to talk to you." Peter smiled at her and patted Susan's shoulder. As he walked off Lucy's words came back to him "If you need to cry, don't do it alone" Somehow, he didn't think sharing his tears with Susan had been what she meant.

Taz was sitting at a small, japanase style table on the floor. Well, sitting was what most people did at a table like that. Taz wasn't most people. She wore a white dress, probably Susan's. It hugged her upper body, perhaps a little tigher than it may have on Susan, for Taz was older than her, but for it fit well other than that. Taz lay on the ground, feet in the air, tapping them together. Her sandles lay on the floor, obviosly kicked off. Peter smiled. Taz never cared for clothes. The times he'd seem her mud covered, dirt covered, leaf covered, or even manure covered... well. Now though, he couldn't help noticing the gentle curve of her calf. What are you thinking Peter? He asked himself. She is your best friend, almost another sister. Besides love wasn't, wait love? Where had that come from! He pushed his mind from that trian of thought.

"Well?" Taz asked, eyes alight once more "Are you going to stand staring at me, or come and talk to me?"

The spell was broken "You look very pretty." Peter told her. He was somewhat pleased to see her blush. Smiling, he walked down and sat across from her. The two began to talk.

TBC...

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