JUST AND MAGNIFICENT
Volume 3: The Price We Pay For Love
3.12: The Final Battle, Part 1
Most of Volume 3 of Just and Magnificent takes place in the 3-6 years after the events of the movie. It is the last of three volumes. It is AU and if you haven't figured out, contains slash and incest. Hopefully you find it handled in a way that is as pure as possible.
Summary: The Final Battle begins.
Warnings: Slash, Incest, Love, Romance, Adventure, Mystery, Action.
Disclaimer: Only characters that are mine are the Pretty Eyes People from Shian! And since they're all dead except Orrin, well I only own him now! Well actually, he's dead now so now I own no one! sniff All the rest belong to that master of awesomeness, C.S. Lewis.
JUST AND MAGNIFICENT 3.12 – THE FINAL BATTLE, Part 1
ONE LAST MOMENT BEFORE THE END
"Here we are, Doubt-bucket." Peter said with a deep breath, "This is it."
"This is it, Peter."
Indeed, the time had come for the Kings Just and Magnificent to enter battle for the last time against Lejious and his world army. As they stood looking at Cair Paravel in the distance and the battlefield that stood between it and their own army, both of them knew that today the fate of the world would truly be decided. Narnia and the world might have fallen and been under his dominion for almost two months, but if Peter had it his way, that dominion would end today. This far, no farther. He would lead the light and stand against the darkness.
"Calormen and Archenland have pledged their armies to his cause. They will march against us today." Edmund said with a heavy heart, "This … this will not be easy, Peter. We are standing against the world. Standing against those we would save. There is not one nation that stands with us."
"And yet we must try nonetheless. Today we make our stand. Together, we will prevail."
Peter took Edmund's hand, lacing their fingers together. Though he feigned a smile, the seriousness on his face was unmistakable. The anticipation of today's battle was clearly evident in those deep blue eyes.
They stood on the Lookout Ridge, with a clear view of Lejious's army and their own. The difference in numbers was staggeringly obvious. The battlefield was set. The plans were as defined as they could possibly be. Peter's army was ready. Victory or defeat, he would make his stand today.
"Though I will not be beside you …" Edmund said pressing his hand to Peter's chest, "I will be with you today."
"And I you, Doubt-bucket."
As Lejious's army approached, both kings looked out over the horizon to see the fearsome black mass that blotted out the land. To say Peter's army was outnumbered would be an understatement of the most extreme proportions. Peter however, had already consigned himself to the belief that his army's stand would be for one purpose. That purpose would be to provide Edmund with the opportunity he needed to defeat Lejious himself. His own defeat was inconsequential in his eyes. As long as Edmund succeeded, nothing else mattered.
This would be their last moment together before the final battle begun. The realization of that soon had Peter's eyes stinging with tears. He would take this moment to free himself of them and his doubts before taking his place at the head of his army. He would take this moment to simply be with his husband. He would take this moment as if it were the very last he would have with the love of his life.
Peter clasped Edmund's hands between his, kissing them as tears fell from his eyes. He could barely speak the words he wished to say. He could not speak of his love for Edmund. A love that gave him the greatest joy and the darkest fear. A fear that perhaps this day would separate their hearts or perhaps bind them in the great beyond.
"I will never leave you." Peter cried, kissing Edmund's hands, "Never."
Edmund could only smile through his own silent tears. He tried as he could to have some semblance of strength for Peter, but he was finding it difficult for he truly appreciated the immensity of this moment. Their hands clasped together, he kissed Peter's as Peter kissed his. Soon their lips found each other's in an anxious kiss filled with anxiety yet still trying to convey the depth of love they shared.
It was a kiss that said goodbye, for neither could muster the words. Edmund found himself shuddering with sobs as he held the kiss. Peter's hand broke free of their clasp and pulled him tight, almost crushing them both in the process. They stood on the ridge, oblivious to the mammoth army that marched toward them, locked in a thorough kiss that Peter could not break if he wanted to.
It was Edmund who broke the kiss, sobbing as he stepped sharply away from Peter and turned without saying another word. Though Peter's eyes followed Edmund, Edmund did not look back. He could not, for it took all his resolve to walk away from Peter. That resolve would surely break if their eyes met again.
"I love you, Ed!" Peter cried after him, shaking as Edmund walked away over the ridge and away from the battle.
Peter covered his mouth with his hand as Edmund disappeared from sight. His eyes were torn with grief and despair, though he quickly channeled that into something far more potent and usable. He turned it into rage. Rage guided by intent. Intent to lead an army and charge against the darkness.
"Come back to me, Ed." Peter whispered, before he turned to face the battlefield far below.
The time was now. He tightened his lips and ran the short distance toward his unicorn, Nise, before setting off down the ridge and toward his waiting army. To battle, to freedom, to fate he rode. For all that had passed, the time was now. The time was now.
THE FINAL BATTLE
Peter the Magnificent, rightful High King of Narnia and the former Lord of Cair Paravel, sat on his steed at the head of his brave army. His army of Narnian, from fox to leopard, rhino to giant, faun to satyr. All manner of creature who called the land of Narnia home. All of them stood ready to fight for freedom and for the return of Narnia to the rule of King Peter.
Yet their morale was low, for their numbers, while significant, were nothing in comparison to the army that marched toward them. Lejious's army of Fallen, his Northern Armies, the Lone Islanders, Seven Isles, and now Calormen and Archenland. Those last two nations were truly the death knell for Peter. Though he had expected Calormen to perhaps defect to Lejious's side, he truly never expected King Lune and Archenland to abandon Narnia.
Peter had hoped this battle could perhaps be won before Archenland and Calormen's armies arrived, but they would be in range of battle within the hour. Lejious had demanded King Lune and Tisroc Lash lead the armies themselves as a sign of strength and to crush Narnia's morale even more than it already had been by their defection.
"Traitors." Oreius growled, "They have betrayed us. From King Lune this is betrayal of the worst kind."
"He is doing what he believes he must to protect his people." Peter said with a sigh, "But you are right to feel betrayed. We would not have betrayed them in the same circumstances. Today they are our enemy."
"King Peter, is there a reason you carry Queen Susan's horn?"
"Because she is with us today." Peter said with a tight lip, staunch and intent, "Her heart is with me, with us. I carry this in her memory. And perhaps if needs be, it will aid us just as it has aided her in the past."
Peter surveyed the battlefield for the last time before he would rally his army. Lejious's army was now in view and almost ready to charge. Lejious himself was clearly obvious to Peter, even though he was far behind his own frontlines. Peter knew it would be difficult to reach the one who is many, but if he rode true and performed his task, Lejious would be reached.
To the right of Peter was the edge of Lurker Forest. It was where Archenland and Calormen would attack from, while Lejious would attack from the front. Lejious's army was more than enough to trample Peter's, and he imagined Archenland and Calormen were added merely to crush any vestige of hope that Peter's army might have. It seemed to be working, for the morale in Peter's army had never been lower before a battle.
Lejious's army swept toward them like a black plague on the horizon. His Fallen Army would be his greatest weapon, as well as his Ettin and Giants from the north. The Lone Islanders numbers seemed to be less than Peter expected. Far less in fact. Yet it made little difference for Peter's own army still paled in comparison to Lejious's.
Taking one last look at his enemy, Peter turned his steed back to his army. If this battle had a chance to succeed, his army would need to ride hard with hearts pumping for victory. As King, it was for him to raise their spirits. It was for him to raise their battle cry.
"Loyal Narnian!" Peter cried, holding Rhindon high in the air, "Today we face the greatest challenge we have ever known! They have taken our lands, they have taken our homes, they have taken the world! But they have not taken our hearts! I will not tell you that our chances are great. I will not tell you that victory is guaranteed. It is not guaranteed. Many of us will not see this day through. Many of us will fall. This may very well be the last stand of King Peter, because I will not live through this day unless success is ours. I make my pledge to you now that I will fight to my last breath for our freedom, and I ask you all to do the same!"
His words were not exactly reassuring, and the response he received was as he expected; muted and somber. Yet he continued to canter back and forth before them with no sign of backing down in his eyes. He held his sword out in front of him, pointing to each corner of his army.
"We fight today for freedom. We fight today to protect our right to exist in a world free from the terror that he would suffer us to. We fight today for the lives of those we love. We fight for our children, for our families, for our friends. We fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. This may be the last day I live as your king, and so I offer you all one last pardon. One last freedom. If you value your own lives, then turn and run and try to forge a life in this world. No one will think any less of you for this." Peter said waiting for any sign of movement, finding himself humbled when there was none, "But if you value the lives of those you love! The lives of those who make our Narnia great! Our friends! Our children! Our families! If you value their lives and will not allow that demon to reign over them! Then I implore you now! If you value their lives, if you value hope, love, and freedom! Then I ask you now, not as a King, but as a man who loves this land! Ride with me!" Peter cried, arching his steed onto his hind legs as he yelled with unyielding passion, "Die with me!"
His fierce cry was met with the cheers of his loyal army. His face was covered with intensity and almost crazed eyes. Without another word he kicked his steed into a gallop and led the charge toward battle. The cries of thousands matched his as Narnia took the preemptive charge, before Lejious's army could make theirs.
"For Narnia!" Peter screamed, flicking his helmet down as he galloped across the battlefield, "For freedom! For Aslan!"
With his battle cry made, Peter led the forward chargers beside Oreius. Every centaur he could muster now galloped alongside him. No gryphon bombardment would lead this battle. The first strike in this battle would come from Peter's sword.
At that moment, the two armies charged toward one another, though Peter's preemptive charge meant he crossed the half way point first. The battlefield was awash in the colors of two armies, red and black. Red for Narnia, and black for Lejious's forces.
The sight was nothing less than awe inspiring. The two largest armies in the world charged toward one in another in the greatest battle the world have ever seen. Every nation from every corner somehow contributed to this battle.
The two sides came together in a fierce clash of metal and screams. Peter indeed drew first blood, slicing the head of a boggle clean off with one stroke. He charged through the enemy's forward lines, with hundreds of his own to aid him. Cheetahs and leopard took out enemy chargers, while centaur clashed with minotaur.
"Charge Rhino! Break through!" Peter cried, before turning to Oreius, "Take out their archers! Take out their archers!"
It was quickly obvious that Peter's preemptive charge was not merely on impulse. He had purposely advanced his army first to prevent the enemy from having enough time to line up their archers. Now the Rhinos charged through the enemy, allowing Oreius and Peter to lead the centaur in their wake and begin slaying the dwarf archers.
"Where is the Rogue Warrior?" taunted Likatrik as he stood behind a line of ogres, leading Lejious's forward advance, "Is he afraid to face my master?"
"Traitor, Dwarf!" Peter growled angrily, but knew he could do little else, lest he disrupt his plan, "Your master will meet his fate soon enough, and so will you!"
Peter turned his attention away from the traitorous Likatrik and concentrated on the battle around him. Breathing hard beneath his helmet, Peter sought out any and all with bows. Many were fallen, making the task far more difficult to achieve. Yet this was all part of his plan and he had allotted enough forces to make sure that if any task was achieved, it was this.
Archer after archer fell beneath Peter's sword and those of his loyal centaur. Battle raged as far as the eye could see, with blood curdling screams and fearsome cries echoing through his ears. Yet he focused on his task, continuing to strike dead those who dared raise an arrow to the sky. Only when he was truly satisfied his army had taken out as many archers as they could without pressing further into enemy territory, did he raise his helmet.
"We have taken as many archers as we can. The time is now!" Peter cried, waving his sword as a signal for the next step of his plan to begin, "Now! Begin the second phase!"
Lejious's army was already asserting its dominance by sheer numbers alone, but Peter's army fought above and beyond their numbers with heart and fury. Peter could only grit his teeth in pride, but had little time for anything else as battle continued to call him. He raised his eyes enough to see the second phase of his battle plan begin. It began far behind the battle lines, beyond Lookout Ridge. It began with the sight of specks in the sky. Specks that filled the air above. Gryphon as many as Narnia had at its disposal, filled the sky with deafening cries.
Yet one particular gryphon caught his attention. The fasted gryphon in Narnia; Roan. For it was that gryphon who led this unorthodox assault. Carried in Roan's talons was none other then the Rogue Warrior, King Edmund the Just. Each gryphon behind Roan carried one of Narnia's most elite melee fighters, all with one purpose in mind.
High above the battlefield Edmund soared, held by his shoulders and legs by Roan's talons. He could see tiny specks on the ground all fighting for the darkness and the light. He could barely make out Peter's form, but as always, he found him. He could see Peter looking up at him, the form too tiny to make out anything but the wave of his sword.
"I will not fail you, Peter." Edmund whispered, the wind pushing against his body with an insistent force.
They flew over the frontlines and well past Peter, deep into enemy territory with only one target in mind; Lejious. To reach him the traditional way would have been too uncertain. Edmund's sole objective today was to face Lejious. Peter could deal with the army, he would deal with Lejious.
The one who is many was not difficult to find, for his presence was ominous. Edmund could feel him even before he saw him. He cast a fearsome shadow, lightning surging through his body as he stalked toward the battlefield.
"There he is, Roan! Strike Force, ready yourselves!" Edmund yelled, his cry barely audible in the high winds, "Prepare to release! Roan, lead us down!"
The gryphon turned and began their descent en masse in a stunning sight, carrying their cargo down into the battlefield. The purpose for Peter taking out the archers was to give this gryphon strike a better chance of getting Edmund and his strike force as close to Lejious as possible. Yet there were still many archers left who now fired arrows up at the descending gryphon.
Roan was swift enough to evade all, but there were many of his brothers who were not so swift. They fell from the sky, along with their cargo, with both Edmund and Roan feeling the pain of each. Still Roan continued on, leading those gryphon who managed to evade the archers.
Less than twenty feet from the ground, Edmund made the call to release. In unison the gryphon released their cargo, with Edmund the first to go. He hit the ground with a roll, following through with the momentum of his drop. He rolled up with his sword drawn and entered the battle less than fifty feet from Lejious. With a strike force behind him, Edmund set out for Lejious, cutting and slashing through any who dared to stand before him.
His abilities as the Rogue Warrior now came into full force, as he was set upon by dozens of enemy soldiers. Ducking and jumping, weaving and diving, he struck dead dozens of boggle, ogre, and minotaur alike. Yet the more he defeated, the more that came, for Lejious was well protected.
Many of his enemies were now fallen, and they proved far more difficult to cast aside than his previous enemies. His only guarantee to their defeat was to cut their heads from their bodies. So that is exactly what he did.
With rage fueled by the memory of those who had fallen over the years because of Lejious's influence, Edmund smashed his enemies aside. It seemed as though his entire life had led to this moment, and he would not be swayed now. Yet Lejious did not even look in his direction. Even as Edmund's strike force cut through the very best Lejious had to offer, he barely garnered a look.
"Do you fear me, Lejious?" Edmund screamed at him, "I call your name and you do not come! Coward, you are!"
Before Edmund could finish the words, he was set upon by two giants. As he evaded one, another managed to sweep him up into their hand. Before they could crush him, Edmund sliced their fingers off, before throwing his sword at the right eye of the other giant. The blinded giant staggered forward, tripping over the giant who had held Edmund.
Edmund leaped into the air at the giant whose eye still held his sword. He pulled his sword out in one motion while kicking up the giant's head. He plunged his sword down the center of the giant's skull, rendering him dead in an instant. Before the giant fell dead to the ground, Edmund dashed and leaped onto the fingerless giant. He slashed his sword out at the giant's nose, cutting it clean off, before one of Edmund's strike force satyrs came in for the skull pierce and kill.
Not taking any time to celebrate his kill, Edmund leaped back to the ground and ran straight for Lejious. Nothing would keep him from Lejious now. Nothing would keep him from his destiny.
Only when Edmund was almost upon him did Lejious turn to face him. He unleashed a flurry of lightning strikes that Edmund deftly side stepped. However, many of Edmund's strike force were not so deft. They were struck dead in an instant or sent flying backwards in a charred heap. Edmund intentionally let the next strike hit his sword as it clashed with Lejious's. They met in a fearsome clash that embodied the battle. A clash of light against dark in a duel that would decide the fate of the world.
"So, Son of Adam, you finally come for me. The lion's little champion, are you?" Lejious taunted, his sword pressed against Edmund's as they held each other back, "Do you truly think you have seen any of the power I have at my disposal? Today is a far greater day than you can possibly imagine. This has come to pass, because I will it! You have all served your purpose, and now I have no further use for you."
"You speak in riddles that I have no wish to hear, Demon! That is all you are!"
"Fool!" Lejious boomed, his words accentuated by furious lightning strikes that struck dead many of Edmund's strike force, "I am God!"
The only thing keeping Edmund alive right now was the fact that a small part of him still remained fallen. It is what allowed him to be the Rogue Warrior. It is what allowed him to channel Lejious's energy where others were destroyed by it. It is what allowed him to at this very moment, stand firm against the one who is many.
"Your days of walking this world are over!" Edmund screamed at him, still holding his ground, "Over!"
With that Edmund spun around, releasing his sword from Lejious's. Lejious countered by smashing Edmund backwards with a punch that was devastatingly fast. As others of Edmund's strike force came to enter the duel, Lejious struck them dead without paying them as much as a glance. Lightning littered the ground, searing it the charring corpses of Lejious's victims. Yet Edmund was not one of them.
He once again met Lejious with his sword, deftly sidestepping any lightning strikes that came from above. The sky above the battlefield was covered in fierce black clouds that seemed to fit the mood of the battle. Lejious's army was dominating Peter's, and even in his duel, Edmund was conscious of this fact. It inspired him to destroy Lejious as quickly as he possibly could. Yet Lejious seemed to have no intention of letting himself be destroyed.
He met Edmund strike for strike, barely showing any sign that he was beginning to falter. Yet Edmund was like no enemy Lejious had faced before. He was the Rogue Warrior. When Lejious managed to knock Edmund's sword away, he simply fought Lejious with his hands. He used his hands and arms to block and counter Lejious's strikes, before knocking his sword away.
Now both without weapons, it was more a battle of will and force. Edmund still could not help but feel that Lejious held back. He could not feel any fear or anxiety on Lejious's part. Though he attributed this to the fact that Lejious believed himself, and was indeed powerful enough to be some kind of god. Whatever he was, Edmund was intent on destroying him.
Kicking both swords off the ground, Edmund finally struck a blow, knocking Lejious backwards with an upward slash. The dark lord's helmet flew off, sending a blinding light over the battlefield, which temporarily blinded Edmund as well. When he finally regained his vision, Lejious's helmet was firmly secured on his head. Yet the dark lord seemed to pause, as if contemplating this duel.
"Your armies are doomed." Lejious said with a voice that changed to almost sound like Aslan, "Look, Son of Adam, they are destroyed."
Though Edmund did not turn his eyes away from Lejious, he knew the Narnian were being slaughtered. They were against numbers far too great for them to fight alone. And now that he could finally see Archenland and Calormen marching into view, the battle would soon be over. Yet he would not let the fate of the battle interfere with this duel. The fate of the battle was left to another; Peter.
BETRAYED
"King Peter, the Archenlanders are here. They are preparing to strike at our eastern flanks alongside the Calormen!" Oreius yelled, still caught in the thick of battle.
Peter had dismounted his steed long ago, now fighting on the ground alongside his loyal soldiers. He had won some victories for Narnia. Somehow his brave army had forced Lejious's armies toward the east in retreat, to regather with the Archenlanders and Calormen.
This small victory had come at the price of thousands of his Narnian, but he would not surrender this day. Death would be his only surrender. And he realized that for his army, it was no different. No one had retreated when given the chance, and though many had fallen, each Narnian soldier still fought with courage and even hope.
However, the sheer numbers of Lejious's army was too much to withstand. Peter's flanks were weakening. His army was at risk of collapse. He knew with Archenland and Calormen entering the battle, his hopes were few and far between. For reasons he could not fully understand himself, he pulled out Susan's horn and held it to his lips.
"It works for you, Susan. Let's see if it works for me. We need help, mighty horn. Narnia is dying. Give us life." He whispered, before blowing on the horn with all his might.
Yet when he blew the horn, nothing happened. Nothing except the laughing jeer of a traitorous dwarf who commanded the battle from the frontlines. He remained constantly out of Peter's reach. Hiding himself behind lines of his own soldiers.
"Perhaps the horn is as dead as she is!" the dwarf taunted, "Your wench of a sister should have joined us! I tried to sway her. I gave her the same tea the hag used on you, but she did not break. It was her own fault she died! And now you suffer the final indignation of defeat before us. Look at the might and size of our army!"
Indeed, Likatrik was right. Lejious's army was mammoth in size, dwarfing Peter's even without the Archenlanders and Calormen. They had Narnia on its knees and the dwarf knew it.
Likatrik taunted Peter by pointing toward Lurker Forest where the normal enemies of Archenland and Calormen stood either side of the small forest. Today they were not enemies. Today they were joined in their betrayal. A betrayal Peter could barely stomach right now.
"There is no surrender for you today. Master wants you to die. And die you shall. You are betrayed!"
Likatrik blew his horn to signal the Archenland and Calormen armies to march into battle, which is exactly what they did. Yet as they marched, Peter blew Susan's horn again, simply because he refused to believe such a magic gift would not render help in their darkest hour.
He was right. For as the Archenlanders and Calormene marched either side of Lurker Forest, the forest itself came alive. Likatrik's eyes widened with confusion as the trees revealed themselves to be dryads. Thousands of dryads. The entire forest was not a forest of mere trees, but a forest of dryads with Archenland and Calormen on either side of it.
Peter's face lit up, hoping to see the dryads turn and rush the Archenlanders and Calormen in surprise. Yet they did not. Neither did the Archenlanders and Calormene seem surprised.
The dryads began to part their forest down the middle. They stepped aside, revealing what lay beneath their forest guise. For when the dryads stepped aside, they revealed none other than another army as large as the Archenlanders and Calormene combined. An army of Narnian that Peter believed were defeated. An army that included thousands of naiad, mermen andall manner of creatures who normally resided below the sea.
At the head of this army was a woman Peter never thought he would see again. Queen Susan the Gentle. A sister he believed he had lost. Peter looked at the horn, before looking back at Susan. He repeated this several times with tears rising in his eyes, before he turned to Likatrik with a half smile.
"I think my horn is far better than your horn, Dwarf. I think it is obvious now that you are the one who is betrayed. Care to surrender?"
Likatrik blew his horn again to signal the Archenlanders and Calormen to attack Susan's army, but they merely responded by having King Lune and Tisroc Lash ride out alongside Susan and stare back at Likatrik across the battlefield.
Peter could not help the smirk on his face, nor could Oreius hide the proud and almost tearful smile. Queen Susan had returned. Archenland and Calormen had not betrayed Narnia. Miracle of miracles, a dead queen had reformed the Southern Alliance without anyone realizing it.
THE SOUTHERN ALLIANCE STANDS
"I think they're surprised to see us like this, Gentlemen." Susan said with a smile as she sat upon her steed between King Lune and Tisroc Lash, "The Southern Alliance lives. Thank you."
"It is you who must be thanked, Queen Susan. Without you, this day would have been far different. Perhaps it's time we entered this battle?" King Lune said with a nod, "Tisroc Lash, I am honored to ride beside you today. As I am with you, Queen Susan."
"Calormen is a changed nation, thanks to your husband, Queen Susan. As long as I lead it, we will never serve the dark lord. Come, let us aid your brother before our element of surprise is wasted."
"It's time for this war to end." Susan said with a serious stare toward the battlefield, before raising her sword with a fearsome cry, "Southern Alliance, raise some gentle hell!"
Susan kicked her horse into a gallop, flanked by both King Lune and Tisroc Lash. The huge army of Archenlanders, Calormene, Naiad, Dryad, Narnian, and many more, charged behind them. They made as fierce and impression on the landscape as Lejious's had.
As Susan charged, her white dragon flew overhead, raining fire down on all those in his path and clearing the way for Susan's advance. Lejious's army barely had time to turn and meet Susan's charge and were soundly devastated as a result of it. Peter's army cried their support by raising their weapons high, Susan's presence boosting their morale to no end.
The Southern Alliance charged into battle, meeting Lejious's Fallen Army and giving Peter's some much needed support. The battle was no longer a desperate plea to buy Edmund time to defeat Lejious. Now, this was truly a battle. A battle for the world, where nations had chosen their sides and Narnia no longer stood alone.
The battlefield was mottled with colors of all kinds, creatures of all kinds. Thousands upon thousands upon thousands, in the largest battle the world had ever known. Thousands from different nations, but each choosing only between two sides. That of darkness and that of light. And for the first time in this battle, the light began to push back the darkness.
CHAMPION VS. CHAMPION
"The wench returns!" Lejious roared with anger, seeing Susan's stunning return before him, "Damn her!"
"Susan …" Edmund gasped in disbelief, staring on as his sister led an army the size of which he could not believe, "You're alive ... you're alive!"
His moment of distraction was capitalized as Lejious sent him flying with a stiff kick, before shifting into his five forms. Yet he made no effort to move toward Edmund. His eyes were on the battlefield. A battlefield where his army was now evenly matched.
"I have no more time for you, Son of Adam. I will destroy your army myself. But as for you … You are indeed a worthy champion for your lion." he said with a voice that changed to almost sound like Aslan, "But you are still no match for me … or my champion."
Confused, Edmund rose to his feet as a menacing figure emerged from the ranks of the fallen. A figure that as he stepped closer, made Edmund's jaw fall slack in disbelief. Turning to find Likatrik in the battlefield, Edmund began putting the pieces together in his mind. Pieces that he should have seen with his own eyes. Yet when he turned back to face the approaching figure, he realized he had been far too blind to see. He had been deceived, and because of it, he would face a fallen hero.
"Orrin …"
- To Be Continued -
3.12 - The Final Battle, Part 2
Susan turns the tide of battle in Peter's favor. Edmund is forced to duel Orrin, and Susan is forced to choose between them. Lucy joins the battle, with the light's greatest weapon, Aslan. Lejious and Aslan collide in a true battle between the light and the dark.
A/N:Ooooh, oooh, oooh tension, tension! I've been sitting on this and wanted to be evil and not post it for a couple days so I could be evil and see what people thought of the last chapter, but ermm, I couldn't, so here is the first part of The Final Battle. As you can tell, it's all on now. No holds barred. This chapter was all action, and I hope you guys liked it, because this whole chapter is going to be nothing but action. Peter kicked ass, Edmund kicked ass, Susan kicked ass. And of course, it was revealed that Likatrik did take Orrin's body before his funeral and send it to Salei Barion so he could return as a fallen. Now he is Edmund's opposite. He is Lejious's champion. I'm very excited to be at this stage of JaM, but am also anticipating that each post brings me that much closer to saying goodbye to the story that brought me to this fandom. Hopefully, I will have the next part for you very soon. I'm still guessing three parts. It'll be at least that much, and hopefully no more. But basically, the whole climax of this story will be this chapter. And after that, it's pretty much aftermath. And trust me, there's gonna be aftermath. Reviews are love.
