Chapter 9- I ain't getting on the Unicorn
The word soon arrived at the camp of Aslan's death. Taker and Kane were the first to hear of it, yet Kane wasn't surprised. They had walked out to tell the grave news to the others. The Centaur general consulted with the brothers. "What do we do?" he asked the Undertaker.
Taker looked to him with a strange look. "Me? What do you ask me?"
"You're to lead us Deadman, Taker you're the one to." Kane told him.
Taker shook his head. "No way. I ain't, I can't. You know more about this than me Kane! You got to do this!"
Kane stepped back, refusing to take control of the situation. He knew Taker had to do this; Kane had his own job to do. There was a map before him, planning with their army and that of the witch. "If Aslan believed you could do this, there hell you ought to," Kane told him.
The Centaur nodded. Taker looked over the map and nodded. "The witch's army will attack us anyway. What are your orders?" he asked Taker.
Taker made the plan and gathered the army; they had gone over the idea as to the approach of attack. Taker gave Kane full permission to carry out the second wave of attacks.
"The second will be the first wave if you will. Griffins you are with me, and I need a single archer with Phoenix arrows!" Kane called aloud, it wasn't hard to get volunteers. When it was established, they were going to move out to the open field. Taker looked for his ride.
"So what am I riding? Tiger?" he asked with a smirk.
Kane grinned when he pointed to the Deadman's steed. Taker's mouth dropped in shock. "That's your ride"
"No way. No! No, no, no, no!" he protested.
Kane started to laugh. "What's wrong? Not your color?"
"I ain't getting my ass on no goddamn unicorn!" Taker shouted.
"You got to"
"No! I'll ride the centaur!"
"They don't like it when you do that, you got to ride the unicorn. It's black. What more do you want?"
"Do you have a problem with me!" came a sudden voice. It was deep and rugged. Taker and Kane turned to the black Unicorn that was now staring at them. "Hell, you assume all unicorns are pansy don't you. Let me tell you something king. I ain't like those prancey little things. The name is Graven got it!" it snapped.
Taker stood there stunned to the outburst from the steed. He grinned and said. "That's my unicorn!" with a smile. Taker took no time getting on the creature, he looked proud of it.
"Your highnesses. You need your armor" called out one of the beavers. Taker got off the horse and went to place on the armor Aslan left for them.
In the field of war….
Taker stood before his army, next to the general. A loud shriek came from the griffin that was set out to scout ahead the witch's army. He returned and stood next to Taker. "She comes, just as Kane had said. She has an army twice the size of our own!" he told him.
"Numbers don't matter" the general stated.
"But they help" Taker whispered.
They saw the witch's army, set up in different waves. She was in the second wave of attacks. There were also giants and half man half beast creatures. The witch's first wave started to run at them, ready to attack. Taker turned to the griffin. "What Kane has planned, go for it," he told him. Taker raised a single sword; it was Kane's signal.
Kane stood high on the cliffs noting Taker giving him the sign. "Alright, it's what we prepared for! NOW" he shouted. The skies filled with the griffins, all carrying boulders and were ready to drop. "Phoenix! Fire!" Kane ordered.
The firebird was launched into the sky, just as the general of the witch's army called for the archers to aim for the sky. Yet as the sky filled with fire, no arrow was able to come by its wall. The rocks were dropped and came down in a blazing glory. They did much more damage than Kane recalled in the book, nearly half of the first wave was taken out in a single attack.
"Brilliant!" called out Mr. Beaver that was at Kane's side.
"We're just getting started!" Kane grinned.
Taker pulled out his swords. "FOR ASLAN!" he shouted aloud, the army then soon charged forward, Taker leading the way next to the large cats that were ready to pounce at the moment's notice. Kane could only watch on, wondering if Taker was truly into this war. Who knows, perhaps the Deadman really is.
"Something wrong Kane?" Mr. Beaver asked.
"Keep watch of the Undertaker, I hope he has his heart in this" Kane whispered. He kept watch over the two armies ready to collide head on, everything seem to go slowly until the first large cat of the army pounced. There wasn't much of the first wave, yet the second came at them. Kane instantly went to work. "Load up the second Phoenix. Griffins reload!" he ordered.
On the battlefield.
Taker was lost in the mounts of carnage and war. He didn't know what to do, since everyone around him move so fast and fought with such. Graven the unicorn however knew what to do. "Arm your swords and be prepared!" he plunged head on into battle, Taker saw the witches minions come right at him. Raising his swords he brought them down on the creatures, they were killed instantly.
"Damn!" he muttered.
Graven smirked. "Come now your highness, we are just starting!" Graven reared back and let out an aggressive neigh. Taker soon realized this really wasn't a normal unicorn.