Author's note: Hey!. This chapter might be a little bit confusing, in my opinion, not really my best, but you guys be the judge of that. School's been a bit stressful, so I'll be busy for alot of this month, so I don't know the next time I'll be able to update, but I'll try, promise.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I only own the plotline. I do own Trevor and Flora though, the bad guys, lol. Thats about it, I just wanted you guys to know that, so it might be a little while. Thanks so much for your reviews and your patients, you guys are the best!.Enjoy!.
It was nearing sunset, the two armies departed to prepare, Trevor's resumed inside, while Peter's remained out back. Susan was furious with all of this. She was determined to stop this massacre before it got any worse, hoping to take hold of the situation and stop it before the battle actually started. Susan hurriedly wove her way through the crowd of the Narnian troops, hopeful to find her brother.
She tried to ask around, but it seemed no one knew where the High King might have gotten. It all seemed familiar to her, she felt like she was going around in circles, a group of fauns practicing to left, a centaur sharpening weapons, she'd been through here before, it seemed endless. Susan felt like she was going nowhere fast, and the need to hurry became blurred in her mind.
Finally, she seems to hear a familiar voice in the distance, as she makes her way once more through the crowd. By now, everything seems to slowing down around her, and it all comes down to the time ticking away, and an impossible path through the endless sea of their army. All was lost in her mind, she could hear her own heartbeat pumping in her ears. She slowed her running down to a walk, thinking she'd take a rest before going any further, however, that just made the ticking of the clock echo louder and louder in her head until….
Reality finally caught up with her when something came into contact with her, she felt a whooshing sound in her ears, and that's when the murmur of the excited troops came back to her ears, all returned to normal motion, the time and her heart no longer ticked in her ears. Susan looked down to her waist to see her younger sister Lucy desperately clinging to her waist. "Oh, Susan!" the youngest Pevensie cried. "Please, just come back to Narnia with us!. I wish not for Peter and Edmund to go to war!. They've already started planning out a strat—" Susan hushed her sister, kneeling down to the little girl's level.
"Lu, I'm sorry I started such a war. I dislike this as much as you do, but we must stop it no matter what!. This is not the way it should be!" Susan said, hugging her sister tightly, happy that the two sisters were reunited, now only for the brothers. "Lu, have you seen Peter and Edmund?. You spoke of a strategy?" Susan questioned Lucy, pulling her out of her embrace and holding her at arms length. Lucy nodded. "Yes, I was with them as they held a conference with some of the army, planning out their strategy" Lucy said sadly.
Susan bit her lips fiercely at this news, it was worse then she thought, she never meant for any of this to happen, those men could be annoyingly arrogant. But she had to find her brothers and try at stop this regardless. "Lu, show me where they are" Susan ordered, taking hold of her sister's hand, Lucy eagerly made her way through the troops. Again they made their way through the endless sea, those this time by Lucy's guidance, they found the way at last.
It seemed a crowd had gathered around Peter and Edmund's meeting place, and hurriedly braking through them, the sisters finally came upon their brothers. Susan's eyes widened as she noticed the map draped over one of the garden's stone tables, Peter, Edmund and Orieus instructing the men on what their jobs are in battle, and by the words the two sisters were catching it would be a great battle indeed. "Peter, you have to stop this!" Susan ordered, rushing forward, surprising them all. She couldn't help but notice that Peter and Edmund's eyes shined with happiness to see their sister once more, as they hadn't the time to properly reunite before, due to the argument. Susan her heart give a little jerk, but she knew this was not the time.
She realized Peter and Edmund thought this too as they quickly averted their eyes. "I'm sorry Susan" Peter spoke again, his eyes scanning over the map before him for any flaws in his plan. "As overjoyed as I am to see you, it is not the time, we have an important battle coming up, and we need to be ready" he said. Susan felt her heart drop as she realized they would not listen to her, although, being her siblings they should know that she wouldn't give up.
"But Peter, this is being stupid!. There is no reason to go to war with these people, they pose no threat to us!" Susan tried again, her eyes alighting with hope as Peter's gaze returned to her, then Edmund's. For a moment, there was silence; no one's breathing could even be heard. However, Susan's ray of hope suddenly disappeared as she felt Peter's gaze grow cold. "No reason to go to war?" he questioned suddenly. Susan bit down on her tongue as she heard Peter's tone, he was angry.
"Susan, have you not heard the insult he apposed on our nation and myself?" Peter asked gruffly, Susan held her tongue. "Susan, we must defend our country at all costs, we are the rulers of the place, or have you stayed here so long you've forgotten?" Peter snapped,Susan couldn't take any more, but trying desperately to hold her tongue. " Of course I remember, but as rulers, we should have settled like civilized people" Susan tried to explain.
Peter was shocked that his own sister would disagree with him. "So, I should just have stood there while he kept on insulting me?" Peter asked, his voice beginning to rise. "No, should kept your cool and talked it over, not go off in a jealous rage!" Susan yelled back, her very words echoed in her head, and she instantly regretted them. She saw the anger begin to darken in his blue eyes and knew that this would be very bad. "I am only trying to be a good king, and that means to defend my country's honor!" Peter explained.
Susan scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest. "Really?. If Trevor apposed any threats then yes that would be logical, but the situation you've started is nothing more than a rivalry between two selfish men, as I see it!" Susan spoke, not caring anymore, becoming engulfed in the heat of the moment. "See, there you go being logical again!" Peter yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. "Did you ever try not going by the book for a change, you might actually have some fun, not like your stuffy, boring usual self!" Peter teased, the crowd around them becoming shocked, along with Susan.
"Well, maybe if I want to act like an overgrown child I will!" she yelled. The crowd once more becoming shocked, Peter along with them. Silence once more over took them and Susan bit her lip, regretting ever starting this stupid fight with Peter, this is what caused this mess in the first place, she was just as bad as they were, and already setting a bad example for the Narnians around them, including their younger brother and sister. Susan took a sideways glance towards Peter, seeing him shocked, she could tell he was fighting back to either yell at her once more, or show any other emotions to add to his humiliated state. "Peter, listen. We have to— " Susan started again, but this time Peter held up a hand to stop her. "No Su, I want you to stay out of this" he began slowly. "This is between me and Trevor, I don't want you to become apart of this!" Peter said.
Susan suddenly feeling very sorry for him, "But Peter—" she tried again, but it was no use. "You and Lucy are to stay here at the castle during the battle" Peter ordered, Susan about to comply but Peter stopped her once more. "That's an order, and no more of you trying to stop this!" Peter ordered, shocking both sisters. Susan bit her lip, she was never given any orders before!. Feeling quite defeated, Susan hurriedly turned on her heel and ran off, Lucy followed. "Sire, are you sure that was the best idea?" Orieus question Peter as he sat down once more. "It's best if they stay out of this" Peter said, before returning to the map before them.
Lucy followed Susan through the crowd, though it was easy to loose her with her fast speed and the many people. Finally, the two made it out of the gardens, and Susan sadly plunked herself on a garden wall, holding her hand to her face, holding back the tears. Lucy slowly came over to place a comforting hand on her sister's back, hoping to ease Peter's words. "You did your best Su. There was nothing more you could do" Lucy tried to calm her sister down. Finally, Susan raised her head, her face red and a few tears escaped from the corners of her eyes.
"This is wrong, Lu!" she sobbed. "They are fighting because only fighting because they're jealousy got the better of them!. Peter is only trying to protect his own pride, as is Trevor" Susan said angrily. "This is stupid, and no one will listen to reason!" Susan shouted angrily. Lucy placed a comforting hand on Susan's back, "I'm with you, Susan" she said gently, gaining a sad grin from her older sister. "There must be someone here that will listen!" Lucy exclaimed, determined to help her sister. Both remained quite as the two begun to think. Finally, Susan's face broke out in realization, of course, why hadn't she thought of him before?.
"King Reynold!" Susan suddenly exclaimed in realization, Lucy looked at her sister with confusion. "Who?" she asked curiously. " King Reynold is Trevor's father, if anyone, it is he will know how to stop this!" Susan exclaimed, suddenly jumping to her feet, grabbing Lucy's hand before taking off for the castle. It was a while later before they found the humble king in his study, looking over some notes scattered all over his desk.Upon seeing the two girls, he instantly took notice of them, delighted to meet one of Susan's siblings, and instantly listened to the girls' story.
"Well, that is a predicament!" the king said, becoming deep in thought. "Have you any idea how to stop this?. You know your son better then anyone, and this is your kingdom. Can't you do something?" Susan begged. The king's only response was a heavy sigh, Susan and Lucy not liking the look in his eyes. " I'm afraid I can do nothing, dear one. It was made only a few hours ago, and I'm afraid the two are more arrogant then logical at this point, they will not listen to anything we say right now. Though I wish I could do something to stop this, my dear!" King Reynold advised her, seeing Susan and Lucy's disappointed looks. "I understand your majesty" Susan gave an encouraging look towards the king, who gave one back. They once more went into silence. Susan thought the situation through once more. Then, another thought came to her. "Maybe they won't listen to reason" she began. "But maybe we'll have to use force!" she said, surprising Lucy and Reynold.
"Thank you so much for your time, Your Majesty!. We're very grateful" Susan said, once more jumping to her feet, eagerly shaking the king's hand. "It was a pleasure, both of you" the king nodded, nodding to the girls as they did to him, before running off, Lucy not far behind. In the southern end of the castle, the troops of Archenland prepared readily for their battle in a few hours time. Just like the Narnians, they sharpened their weaponry and devised the perfect battle strategy, although, their leader was no among them.
Trevor was in the northern halls of the castle, having gathered some essential things he thought needed in the battle, like his knife, a pouch of some firestones, and layering under his armor. He was walking down the hallway to meet up with his army once more, looking quite determined and confident of himself, when he felt a breeze brush past him.Pausing, he watched as the breeze picked up in a spiral of autumn leaves, soon revealing Flora in her human form. "Everything is ready, your majesty!" she said happily, a smirk played on the left corner of her lips. "But I am still worried about the Narnians, are you sure this will work?" she asked, her smirk faltering a little
Trevor scoffed. "You worry too much!" he accused, once more beginning his track back to the awaiting army. "Everything is going according to plan, nothing will go wrong!" he assured her. "And we will get what we want!" he said, stopping to look at her. She still didn't seem reassured. "I don't know, what if something goes wrong?" Flora asked, the strange feeling she'd been having got stronger and stronger, what could this mean?. Trevor fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Just stick to the plan and nothing will go wrong!" he almost shouted, refraining himself from doing anything violent.
"Now, go and prepare your troops, its almost sundown!" Trevor ordered, and with a nod, Flora materialized back into the leaves and floated off. When she disappeared, Trevor took a moment to think over their conversation. He hated it when people doubted him, he didn't make him feel superior, worthy, a dumb ass. With a newfound determination in his mind, he marched once more to meet his army, determined to gain the respect of his troops and his country, and to teach the so-called "High King" a lesson, he and the Narnians will never forget.
The rolling hills of Archenland where the battle was to be held was blanketed in orange light of the dying sun, an appropriate symbolism for the battle to come. With the sun shrinking behind the vast mountains of the land, leaving its people to darkness, the two opposing armies held their ground on either side of the large field, the sun no longer for warmth and some begun to shiver as the cold started to surround them. Peter and Edmund sat upon the unicorn and Philip at the front of their percussion, their bodies cased in their silvery armor, along with the rest of the Narnians, awaiting their demise. As Peter sat there upon his unicorn, he went through the whole plan in his mind again, of where everyone was and the position of the Griffons upon the cliffs behind them, and some of the still faithful dryads awaiting their commands.
Everything was set, and Peter could feel his heartbeat race in his chest, he couldn't help but let his fearful yet excited mind wonder for a bit to help settle the nerves. An image of his sweet sister Susan suddenly came into his thoughts, eyeing the castle far off in the distance. Their latest conversation still fresh in his mind, he regretted the words uttered to her, and wish this was all over so they could go home. However, he had to fight to defend what evil was said about Narnia, and for Susan to come home again. He could only hope that all would end well, and hopefully Susan will be able to be with her family again.
Trevor sat upon his chestnut horse opposite them, a evil smirk crossed his lips, his eyes scanning the long line of Narnians ready to fight, he imagined destroying each one of them in his mind, then came upon Edmund and Peter sitting on their horses before their own army. The smirk slid into a evil smile as he imagined destroying them as well. Finally, Trevor gave a small nod to one of his troops, and the horn was blown to begin the battle. That's when one of the centaurs on the Narnians side also blew. The battle had begun.
Both armies took a moment to cheer loudly, as their leaders gave them a couple of encouraging words, then facing their enemies once more, everything went quiet. Finally, Peter and Trevor raised their swords, once more cheering irrupted from the armies, launching themselves forward, the two armies thundered down the hillside, clashing once more in a massacre of sharp weaponry. The wind begun to pick up, cooling the heated battle further as the clashing of the two armies continued.
However, without the sun's light, the armies practically had to rely on their other senses other then sight, but luckily they had been training long enough to do that. Thrashing and cutting at their opponents, it seemed like the Narnians took up the advantage once the battle had started, but soon Trevor took up the lead, using his unauthorized firestones, throwing a handful to the ground, creating a sudden fire, leaving anyone that stood in his way in the fire.
However, the Narnians also came in with the Griffons, sending in a sneak attack of bombarding rocks, either crushing or creating a enormous amount of dust to blind and confuse their opponent, while their comrades attack. That's when it seemed like a fluttering whirlwind of autumn leaves came into the battle, leaving the Narnians rather confused, until they materialized into the beings they thought loyal to them. Peter was surprised to see Flora attacking what he thought to be her own people.
However, Peter's heart began to arch at the thought of all the trouble the young dryad had caused. It was because of her that all of this had started, and it would end with Trevor. He was more than willing however, to fight her, for what she had done to him and Susan. He made his way over to her and seeing the smile on her face made it that much more hurtful. She was about to speak when he slashed her. Flora fell to the ground in a whimper of surprise and pain, collecting her thoughts until she finally gave the courage to look up into his hurtful eyes. "You shall pay for what you have done!" he spoke angrily, Flora's heartbeat beginning to rise in her chest as she watched him raise his sword.
However, before he could deliver Flora's punishment, Peter was suddenly thrown to the ground by an opposing cheetah, pinning him to the ground, snarling at him. It only took the cheetah to claw him on the cheek that Peter took action, and flung the creature past him with his feet. Forgetting about everything else before that, Peter raised and faced the cheetah now angrier than ever. It attacked, but Peter quickly fronted it with his sword, slashing it before it hit the ground before his feet.
Giving a sigh to calm down his racing heart, Peter then remembered the dryad cowering in fear before he was attacked. Looking behind him, Peter only saw a few dead leaves scattered across the place where Flora sat, obviously someone had killed her while Peter was fighting off the cheetah. Peter felt no sympathy for the young dryad, for she got what she'd deserved, but he couldn't help but wish that she had died at his hands instead.
Wanting to be alert for another attack, Peter faced the battle once more, only to come upon Trevor not far off from him. He watched carefully as Trevor strategically moved his sword, this way and that, instantly killing the creature, now fallen at his feet. Seeing the creature killed, Trevor raised his gaze to meet Peter's, the raging battle around them seeming to disappear for a moment, the two now mortal enemies stood there glaring at each other, daring the other to make the first move, promising instant death.
However, all they did was carefully start to make their way for the other, the once faded world around them now in full clear as something tried to sneak up and attack them. It was only then that the two broke their glance, quickly killing their attacker, before once more making their way towards their true enemy. Finally, they were as close as they were to get, some meters away, but out of each other's sword length. Peter wasn't surprised when a smirk suddenly slipped upon Trevor's lips, the High King could only lower his eyes upon his overly confident opponent. "It comes down to just you and I, oh mighty Peter!" Trevor laughed.
However, his teasing did not show any effect on Peter's steady face. "Just you and I, one victor shall come out of this fight" Peter agreed with him, his face still expressionless. "And by your over confident attitude and empty head, I say it to be me!" Peter growled, Trevor only scoffed. "No Peter, I believe it to be our dear Susan's call" Trevor watched as Peter's eyes went wide in surprise, he'd obviously hit a soft spot. "Or did you not come here to win fair lady's heart?" Trevor asked, pushing Peter further.
"She has nothing to do with this, and I only wish to her to come home, where she belongs!" Peter defended, but Trevor wasn't having any of it. "Of course, and I'm sure once she was out of earshot, you wouldn't be going down on one knee and presenting her with a diamond!. It is simple to see!" Trevor teased once more, Peter's face becomes redder with every word. "I'm sure your precious Narnia would accept it" Trevor went on, a smile playing on his lips. "You will die by my hand this night!. You have not the right to speak of such things!. That, and of Narnia!" Peter growled, Trevor only smiled. "Then defend what is yours, if that is what you claim!" Trevor teased once more, not startled as Peter whipped his steal sword quickly from its sheath.
"Attack by your will, your majesty!" Trevor once more teased, unsheathing his own sword, and waited for Peter to attack. It wasn't but a few moments after that Peter, in all his kept up anger that he suddenly launched himself towards Trevor, the two meeting in the clang of their two swords, Trevor blocking the first attack, pushing against his own sword and the two of them being thrown apart. Two figures on the hillside overlooking the field of Narnians and Archenlanders, watched the teasing and now brutal assault of the two leaders. It was all that could be taken.
One of them swiftly took an arrow from the quiver at their back, and noted it in the bow in the left hand. Aiming it carefully, the figure let the arrow fly through the air and land at the feet of Peter and Trevor who had once more meet against swords. Surprised at the sudden arrow at their feet, the two leaders guessed where the arrow had come from, having just enough light to see who stood upon the hillside. Susan and Lucy stood there; their dresses and capes blew wildly in the wind, making them seem bigger in the dark. Susan's bow clutched in her right hand, her expression that of anger, Lucy's that of sadness.
Author's note: Hey, I hope you enjoyed it, it took my a while to write, lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it, and please remember to review. If you have any suggestions Im more then willing to hear them!. Thanks again and I hope to update soon. Your the Best!.
Sarah