Disclaimer: i don't own Narnia or the characters. (sorry, i forgot it in the last chapter. :blush:)
hello everyone!
wow...didn't expect such a lovely response :winks:
here's the next chapter.
UTM,
Faile
Alia G. L: thank you so much! i'm very glad you enjoyed it.
Jumanji: thank you :smiles: i love centaurs as any of my friends could tell you...especially since one plays a big part in my fantasy i'm writing. :winks:
Capegio: i think the memory has to do with the fact i wrote this right after i got home from seeing the movie. :chuckles: envious? well, not exactly what i was looking for. more skeptical. i mean, here's this big general Centaur waiting for his king to arrive (other than Aslan) and in walks a...kid. thought it would be interesting. thank you for your advice!
Cantoris: thanks! guess i'm not the only one who likes Centaurs. he seemed like a neat character and a very intriguing one to me.
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Part Two
"Orieus!"
I blinked as someone called my name.
"King Peter wishes you to meet him at Aslan's tent," a dog told me.
I stretched and trotted to the center of the camp. There I saw Peter and Edmund standing in front of the tent, looking down at the strategic map. Edmund saw me first and nudged Peter as I strode over.
"A…a dryad told me that Aslan is gone," Peter said shakily.
"Shouldn't you go look?" Edmund prompted.
Peter nodded and walked in. "She's right," he said as he emerged from the tent, "He's not there."
"Then you'll have to lead us," Edmund said after a few seconds of stunned silence.
"I…I can't!" Peter protested, his eyes wide.
"Aslan believed you could!" Edmund retorted, "And…and so do I."
Peter looked down, his face a picture of weariness and wariness. I suddenly heard Aslan's voice in my head again, telling me to show my respect for Peter.
"The Witch's army is nearing, Sire," I told him, gracing him with his title, "What are your orders?"
Peter looked up at me, his brow furrowed with unease. I met his eyes, nodding for him to continue. He glanced down at the map, his eyes alight with planning.
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I stood with Peter, watching and waiting for the army. We both looked up as a griffon gave a ringing call, swooping up to where the archers were standing before landing next to us.
"They come in numbers, Sire," it said, "far greater than our own."
"Numbers do not win an army!" I said scornfully. I had fought many battles and could say it from experience.
"No," Peter glanced at me, "but I bet they help."
I gave a slight smile, turning back towards the horizon. Suddenly we heard the sounds of harsh horns as the Witch's army came into view. Peter drew his sword, his hand shaking a bit. We waited, watching as the Witch's army charged. Peter waited and then lowered his sword. Griffons and other birds swooped from above, screaming in fury. We both stood silently as the birds dropped rocks on the army. I winced as some of the birds were shot down with harsh cries.
Suddenly, Peter raised his sword again. "Are you with me?" he asked, his eyes frank.
I looked straight at him. "To the death." I replied.
Peter lowered his head and then turned to the battle. He swallowed, his face going white. "For Narnia," he yelled as we leapt down the hill, "and for Aslan!"
I matched the unicorn stride for stride, idly noticing the army following behind us with a loud roar. I drew my swords, my face grim as I fixed my eyes on my opponent.
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I fought easily, slaying various enemies. I watched Peter out of the corner of my eye, feeling proud at the way he held his own. Suddenly flames burst in front of me, and the army cheered as the Witch's army fell back. I grinned, knowing the archer who had done that little trick. Then the Witch herself passed through the flames, her own ice dousing them.
"Fall back!" Peter yelled out, "fall back!"
I turned and followed the others back towards the rocks slowly, unwilling to retreat fully. The only other who was even further away than I was Peter himself.
"Go!" he ordered me.
I was in the shelter of the rocks when I heard a stricken yell.
"Peter!" Edmund screamed, his eyes going from where his brother lay prone to the minions of the Witch racing towards him.
I followed the path of his eyes, my own widening. I heard a soft snort to my right and saw my friend the Rhino standing next to me.
"You are not going to let him die, are you?" he gruffed.
"No, my friend," I replied.
"Good," he snorted, "what are we waiting for?"
I reared and leapt down the rocks, racing past Peter with the Rhino. I briefly heard a loud cry which I assume was Peter, but paid no attention to. I slew a Minotaur and dwarf in my path, wincing as the Rhino came crashing down with an arrow in his belly. I leapt over him, my swords positioned as I saw the general of the Witch's army coming towards me.
I slammed my swords into his back, growling as I had to release them. I looked up, seeing the Witch coming towards me. Without breaking stride, I drew my other sword and grasped another that was protruding from a creature's neck. I leapt over her chariot, my blades missing her neck by just a few centimeters.
I reared and turned back, seeing her waiting for me. I charged again, leaping over her when I realized my mistake. Her wand dove deep into my stomach. I felt blackness overtaking me as coldness began to seep into my body.
For King Peter…