I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

XOXO,

M

The Six

Chapter 9

Emily's POV

We had spent the early hours of the morning preparing for battle, readying troops, and creating attack strategies. Now it was noon and I was standing at the peak of our army, with Peter on my left and Jack on my right. Peter was riding upon a white unicorn, whose magic is supposed to aid him in battle. I was mounted on a large black pegasus mare named Nilsa , whose name meant defender and champion. I met her at the stables, she had told me of her homeland before the witches reign and how beautiful Narnia is in summer. When Jack saw me speaking with her he practically demanded I ride her into battle, saying she would be our good luck charm.I think he wanted me to ride her so that if the battle was to go badly I could quickly escape. Next to me Jack was riding a unicorn similar to Peter's but instead gray and speckled.

I smiled as I remembered the conversation where he had convinced me that I was to be in the center of Peter and Jack throughout the battle. They had told me I gave hope to the army, and that I should lead them.

Suddenly a screech pierced the air and I glanced up at the gryphon who came towards us. Peter had sent him to find out how close and huge the army we had to fight, was.

The gryphon landed in front of us and we all looked at him.

"They come, you highness's,'' he said to us, "in numbers and weapons far greater than our own."

"Numbers do not win a battle", Oreius said from Peter's other side, but I thought that was just as much to convince himself, as to convince the rest of us.

"No", Peter agreed, "but I bet they help."

Right then there was nothing I wished more that for Peter to pull me into an embrace. He was pale and looked cold, but I didn't get much time to think about it, 'cause right then the ground under us began to tremble, and still far away we could hear the army approach. Then, over the hill on the other side of the field, one single black minotaur appeared. He roared and lifted his axe over his head. The rest of the army came up behind him and continued until he stood in the middle.

The White Witch stood next to the minotaur, in a chariot pulled by two polar bears. I swallowed and wished it could all just vanish. If that had happened before Dad went to the war or before we evacuated – though we probably wouldn't have found Narnia at all, then I would never had been there, between Peter and Jack, staring at an army much bigger than our own.

That was the first time I thought about the idea that I could die. I pushed it as far away as possible, but it was hard.

Beside me Jack turned to look up at the cliff behind us where Edmund stood with the archers. When he had turned back, his eyes met mine. I guessed he could see the fear in my eyes, because suddenly all fear disappeared from his face and it was filled by a warm smile.

"We'll get through this. We'll return to London with Peter, Susan, Lucy and Edmund, and maybe... maybe we'll get a life there... together."

I smiled when he said the last. I hadn't thought that our relationship could become something more, something bigger, something like a family.

"We'll get through this,'' I replied and his smile grew wider in some seconds, and when he turned to look at the army, his smile disappeared. He removed his sword from its sheath and lifted it. Behind us horns were blown and the sound of battle cry, shouting and shaking of weapons rose behind us.

I quickly checked my weapons, I had my daggers settled at each of my hips the bracelets secured around my wrists. My quiver was secured on my back and I had my bow in one hand. I then thought to my box of charms, I had all of the items secured at my waist in a small bag, I had realized this morning when I was dressing that my mint gem would glow whenever it was near my bracelets, and that when I was holding it the magic in my bracelets would not work. When I brought this up to the boys Edmund came up with a plan to disarm the witch. Peter Jack and I were all to get as close to the witch as possible, I would use the gem to block the witches power while Peter and Jack fought her.

My mind snapped to attention when I heard a deep roar. From the other side of the field, the black minotaur, Otmin I think he was named, gave the signal to the army to attack. The army moved forward with a speed I hadn't imagined. The ground shook under us as they approached, and suddenly I remembered the time in the bomb-cellar back in Finchley.

Jack held his arms around me and his mother, Peter holding Lucy in his lap tightly, while Mrs. Pevensie held Edmund and Susan.

"Shhh", the oldest of the boys whispered. "It's going to be okay. We're safe down here."

I swallowed. On the battlefield there was no place to hide like that. The time of hiding had passed. Now it was our turn to try to make some peace in the world, or at least in this world.

Beside me Peter and Jack waited as the Witch's army moved closer. We all knew that we had to wait until exactly the right time if the first plan should work. Peter swept his sword through the air, and the gryphons on the cliff behind Edmund, took flight with rocks clenched in their feet. The gryphon in front of us rose to join them, or lead them, I wasn't sure.

The first rock dropped, and a bunch of minotaurs flew into the air. Many were injured or killed, but then the dwarves began to shoot arrows at the gryphons, while harpies attacked them in midair. The gryphons turned in retreat, and those who were remaining of the Witch's first wave of soldiers continued. I wondered if they cared about the death around them.

Again Peter's eyes met mine. "I'm with you. No one will be allowed to touch you as long as I have something I have something to say about it," He told me. I nodded and turned to face forward once again.

"Are you with me?" I asked them both

"To the death", they replied.

We all thrusted our weapons into the air and bellowed, "FOR NARNIA AND FOR ASLAN!"

I notched an arrow . I didn't like it, but I had to spear the magic in my daggers until later if I by accident would meet the White Witch on my own.

Nilsa reared up, and once she was back on all fours, we galloped forward and began the Battle of Beruna. I took one last deep breath prepared to fight. I could feel the presence of Peter and Jack next to me.

The rest of the army followed right behind, and in the shape of an arrow we charged toward the opposite army. The centaurs in the front lines lowered their spears and pointed them at the army we soon would collide with. The cheetahs were the fastest, and in top speed they passed all of us.

For a moment everything became silent and the world slowed down around me. I could hear nothing but my own heartbeat which filled my ears. Then the cheetahs collided with the snow tigers and the sounds around me washed over me like a wave.

A minotaur appeared at my right side, and my arrow flew at him. He was the first of a dozen who fell. The stink of blood and death filled the air. I hated what I was doing. Why hadn't I just stayed in the camp, just like the boys wanted?

Something in the shape of a firing bird flew in front of my and made a stripe of fire over the field, right in front of the Witch's army.

Under me, Nilsa stopped and stared at the flames.

"Look, Your Highness! It worked!" she exclaimed. I didn't answer, 'cause I was to busy looking for Peter. When I finally located him, I made Nilsa hurry over to him.

"Peter, I have a bad feeling,'' I told him as I came up at his side. He nodded, just as a circle of blue magical, ice made the fire run out.

In a few seconds, I stared at the White Witch who came towards us in her chariot pulled by the two polar bears.

"Plan B?" I asked Peter with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

"I think so", he replied. "PULL BACK TO THE ROCKS!"

The army turned as the message passed every faun, centaur and talking animals. Together with Peter and Jack on their respective steeds, Nilsa and I made our way in between the rocks where we had placed archers. There we would have a possibility to take the army out once and for all.

I stopped and turned to look for Peter. He was the last who came into the cleft.

The archers on each side of the cleft send their arrows down at the army who followed right behind Peter with the White Witch like one of the first.

Up at the cliffs I could see that many of the archers had to fight against dwarves who had climbed up. One of the dwarves took up a bow and shot an arrow. It hit the white unicorn Peter was riding. He fell off it and slammed into the ground.

Before I could do anything, a rhinoceros began its way toward the army approaching Peter. Orieous passed me and followed the grey animal. I saw Peter who got to his feet and shouted that they should stop, but they didn't.

I watched in horror as the rhinoceros fell to the ground, and then Oreius who jumped over it. He was attacked by a minotaur, but managed to kill it. Then he charged toward the Witch.

"Oreius! No!" I shouted, but he didn't hear me. The Witch turned him into stone and pushed him to the ground where he ended up laying.

My attention moved back to Peter who was attacked by no less than three minotaurs and a dwarf at the same time. "Let's go", I said to Jack who had been watching the same occurrence as I.

I lifted my bow as Nilsa galloped toward the minotaurs who stood around Peter. On the way I spotted a spear which was within my reach. I took it and drew it through one of the three minotaurs. Then Jack killed the second while Peter took the last. When the dwarf saw me, he began to run, but didn't reach far before Peter killed him.

Peter didn't get much time to thank me, because a snow tiger had decided to attack Nilsa. I let out a scream of surprise and anger as I was pushed off. I got to my feet and threw a dagger at the tiger. It roared and hit me with its paw. I didn't feel the blood which began to stream down my face.

"Emily!" I heard Peter shout as the tiger fell dead to the ground. "Take Edmund, find the girls and go home!"

"I can get Edmund out of here, but then I'm coming back!" I replied as I killed another enemy. "Nilsa, your hurt!" I say, looking down at the large gash on her shoulder as I dismount. "Go, fly back to camp and find a healer. Then try and find my sisters."

To my surprise the pegasus bowed her head before she flew away. I moved closer to Jack.

"Emily, please!" he pleaded and turned to me. He had lost his helmet, and his hair was in a terrible mess. Somehow it suited him.

"No, you said I could go with you, and you're not dead yet! I promised to leave if you died," I reminded him. After a few seconds he nodded.

"Fine, then. Take Edmund away from here, and then go and die if you want to." Before he could go and attack another enemy, I yanked his head down to mine and gave him a quick kiss. Then I turned and ran toward Edmund.

"Come on!" I shouted to him and pulled him away from the battle. "I have to get you away before I continue!"

"If you're going to stay, then I will too!" He argued and tried to get free from me. Mr. Beaver appeared on the other side of him, just as we spotted the Witch.

She left a trail of statues behind her as she made her way toward Peter. She was right under the cliff we were standing on.

"They aren't Kings yet", Edmund shouted as he ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped.

"No!" I cried and ran after him. I stopped and stared at him as he met the Witch.

She turned to Edmund with a smile on her face. Edmund lifted his sword, but instead of attacking her he brought it down upon her wand which shattered in two. I felt the magic of her wand release, and I knew immediately what she would do. I reached for my dagger and released it toward her, but I was a fraction of a second late. It had already happened, I watched as her wand went through Edmunds armor and into his gut. He began to fall to the ground, and everything was in slow motion.

My eyes met hers and I lifted my bow. "Your Dead," I whispered, as I released all the power within myself and let the arrow fly. Through the fog in my mind I saw the witch fall, not from my arrow, but by Aslan's paw. I saw Jack scream my name, and Aslan's new army appear alongside Susan and Lucy.

We Won.

I turned and saw Edmund on the ground, gasping for breath. We all rushed to him, with Peter getting there first and myself shortly after him. I knelt down and placed his head in my lap, struggling to undo the clasp on his helmet. The moment it is undone the rest are all by my side and Lucy is undoing her Cordial. A single drop in Edmunds mouth and his breathing steadies. It takes him a moment to recuperate and then we are all hugging and kissing joyously. We all slowly pulled apart, and watched as Aslan approached as a Stone Satyr nearby.

He gently blew on the statue and it melted away from its stone state. Lucy then picked up her cordial looking at it thoughtfully for a moment before running off with aslan to heal our troops.

Once all were healed we gathered our weapons and began walking back to camp. My siblings all walked in front of Jack and I with Aslan, chatting and asking questions about his death and resurrection. Jack and I hung behind, walking in silence holding hands. As we reached the edge of camp Jack stopped me, grabbed around my waist and held me for a moment. So I finally let myself feel all of the emotions from the past week, knowing so much had changed. He held me as I cried, and when I finally caught my breath he tilted my chin up, wiped my tears, and kissed me.

"What in the Bloody Hell!" Is all I hear a moment into the kiss, Jack and I break apart awkwardly to see Peter standing a few feet away. In a flash Peter is on top of Jack, pinning him to the ground; and I see Susan, Edmund, and Lucy all standing laughing their arses off at the tumult going on next to me.

I turn back to Peter who is throwing wild punches a Jack, missing often, but not always. I then notice that Jack isn't doing anything to defend himself, but is simply trying to avoid the punches.

"Peter, would you get off of him dammit. He didn't do anything wrong." I yell, though I'm not heard by my wild brother or boyfriend. So I resort to my last choice, and begin throwing small rocks at Peter. Which of course only causes Edmund to fall on the ground laughing. It isn't until one hits Peter square in the back of the head that he finally stops. He stands up and looks at me with concern in his eyes.

"What did he do to you!" He asks demandingly, "Has he hurt you?"

"No, of course not. Peter I love him! Dammit, we've been dating for months, and your the only one to blind to see it." I retort, the moment I say so he portrays hurt in his eyes.

"I would never hurt Emily, you know that Peter. I love her, I only want the best for her. I just hope that's me." Jack says butting into the thoughts Peter and I are sharing.

"I wanted to tell you Peter, you just had so much on your plate. With the war, missing dad, taking care of us all. I would have told you when we arrived here, but it was so crazy, fighting battles, attempted murders and all. I just didn't want to put more stress on you." I cry out, before bursting into tears once again; and running into Jacks arms.

"Plus we were a little afraid you would react the way you did." Jack adds, holding me tighter.

"I'm sorry Em, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I'm happy for you, you need the joy in your life." Peter finally replies. After he does so I switch from hugging Jack to hugging Peter, and I finally feel at peace with my life.

Thank You All So Much For Reading. I hope you liked reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

XOXO,

M