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Disclaimer: Not C.S Lewis. Emmie is mine.

Emmie came down the stairs at eleven o' clock at night. Edmund had already given her some clothes. They fitted her perfectly. It was pitch black but Emmie didn't want to use a candle for fear someone would see her. The stone walls were cold even though it was almost summer.

Emmie felt a little scared as she approached the room which she would duel with Edmund. Emmie barley noticed a tapestry with a picture of Aslan. She thought he was saying "Go", but she wasn't sure.

She opend the door and walked into the room. It was lighted dimmly from a candle lamp which hang from the ceiling. Edmund wasn't there yet. Emmie walked over to a chest of old swords. She opened it. Inside were old rusty swords, dusty as well.

She started searching through them when she found a perfectly clean. Emmie lifted it out of the trunk and stood up. The sheath was lavishly dacorated with a lion and four people and five thrones. Emmie pulled the sword out of the metal sheath. On the handle a large E was engraved.

"E. Oh my goodness E is for Emmie. My name!" Emmie whispered.

It looked almost like Peter's sword but not as heavy, it was perfect for her. She looked around and aw a sheild to match. Edmund came in.

"Good I see you've picked out a sword and sheild." said Edmund.

"We're going to do two of these circles a night. The first is the biggest. The easiest. Ok, lets get started." said Edmund

Emmie and Edmund dueled for hours in the largest circle then moved to the next smallest. Edmund used many different training tactics. Every time Emmie fell.

"Emmie, do you really want to be good?" asked Edmund.

"Yes." said Emmie weakly while panting and sweating.

Edmund made Emmie do thirty push-ups, twenty sit-ups, and lift a few weights. Emmie felt she was on the verge of passing out when Edmund took her back to the dueling. Emmie fought well but didn't win any. Edmund was much more advanced than her and had fought in a war himself. Emmie felt discouraged as she walked back to her room. Emmie wanted to go and fight. Not for Edmund's sake or for her own but for Narnia and for Peter.

That morning Emmie was so tired and sore she didn't get up until ten o' clock. Edmund didn't get up until eight. Susan and Lucy were getting concered, so they gave them breakfast in bed.

Susan and Lucy also became suspicious when Emmie wanted to duel with both of them. Emmie won three times out of eight. Better than with Edmund.

That night Emmie and Edmund did the same things. Edmund commented that Emmie had improved greatly. Emmie did get the encouragement she needed twice when she pinned Edmund down. Edmund wasn't sure whether she would be able to come. Emmie only had two more days left until she had to be ready to leave.

Every morning and afternoon Emmie dueled with everyone she could find. She was now winning most of them. Emmie wasn't sure if she was really good or it was mere luck. She wouldn't even consider them to be going easy on her.

Finally the final day came. Emmie showed great improvement. They dueled all night until they were both about to collapse.

"Emmie, I don't think you should fight in the battle. I mean we're losing and the chances are very slim." said Edmund.

"I have to come with you, I will fight! You can't stop me!" said Emmie angrily.

Emmie stormed off to her room. The next day Edmund and the army were leaving. Emmie didn't wake up in time though. When she did wake up, she realized this and ran to get in some chainmail. When she got to the training room Emmie found a suit fo armour that was perfect! She scrambled to get it on. After she did she ran to the stables and got a horse and went at a full gallop to catch up with the group.

Emmie knew why she was left and wasn't going to let that hold her back.

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