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"What do you mean Aslan's dead?" Peter screamed at me.

"And why was there a smiley-face at the end of the note?" added Edmund I couldn't help but crack a smile at that one.

"Because there is a smiley-face," I told Edmund, then turned to Peter, "and can't you feel it the change that washed over since last night a sorrow has infected this land Narnia itself is weeping, Aslan is dead."

"How do you know that for sure?" asked Peter, uncertainly, clearly he wasn't as mad as me than before.

"I just do," I replied calmly. "Now will you lay off, and get ready for battle"

I bent my head over my breakfast and pretended that half of Narnia wasn't looking at us after Peter's screaming.

"One more question." He paused and waited for my nod of approval "What the bloody hell did you do to my hair?" Edmund and I started laughing at Peter.

"Oi, mate, that's a definite improvement, plus, if I were you I wouldn't be angry about it unless I wanted to get hurt. Badly." He turned away and muttered under his breath, something about girls being weak. "Fine, if we're weak, I'll have a sword fight with you at midday," I told him and stalked off.

Peter's POV

Oh, my lord. Zella just challenged me to a swordfight this afternoon and I accepted. I'm really nervous, you don't just bring your sword down on a girl's head, what if I hurt her? I mean she's a girl she's weak, and I'm a man I'm like really, really strong. Oh Aslan would be so disappointed

A FEW HOURS LATER

Zella's POV

I was waiting in the training grounds for Peter to arrive, I had been listening for footsteps. He popped out from behind a bush and apologised to me.

"I'm really, really sorry if I accidentally lop your head off, kay?"

"Don't worry, you won't. If anybody's head will be lopped off, it's yours" I told him. And not accidentally if you keep being so sexist…

We counted to three and the swords clanged. He fought hard but as I looped my sword around him jumped over his thrusts and parries his brow started to sweat and I could tell that he was getting fatigued.

"Just… give… up!" he panted.

"Just shut up and I might!" I retorted. I finally knocked his sword from his hands.

"I want a rematch!" he demanded

"Nah… I'm good" I told him. He started to splutter but I just dropped my sword and skipped away humming as if nothing had ever happened.

Peter's POV

Zella beat me. Bloody hell, sure didn't see that one coming. When it was over she just pranced away like she hadn't even lifted a finger, much less just battled a soon-to-be-king. She was humming like Aslan had just breathed on her.

Lucy's POV

When Zella challenged Pete to a sword fight in the breakfast hall this morning, well, of course I snuck out to watch, I mean, I know what Zella's like and there's no way Peter could win this match. I was right, she beat him fair and square. Afterwards, she danced away like nothing had ever happened, Pete just stared after her with an angrily confused look and I had to muffle a giggle so that they wouldn't look at the bushes I was hiding in. I'm sure Zella saw me though. And I'm sure we were thinking the same thing: over competitive girl + overconfident boy = victory for Zella.

Zella's POV

The battle was two days away. We were training as hard as possible. Peter and Ed could sword fight for hours, Susan's arrow could hit a target 500 metres away and Lucy's aim with the dagger was amazing, she once hit the bullseye of a target from about 200 metres away. I think we, well, the Pevensies at least, were prepared.

That night, as preparation of the battle, we feasted. Susan and Lucy were pinning me into my dress for hours but I skipped agony for the hair by popping back into my home country, Australia, through a portal and grabbing some hair product that wasn't made in the 1120's or who knows when, I mean when you're in Narnia…

That night at the feast was fun, I was going back in time every hour so that I could get drunk continuously, but when the girls got there was the best. See, it was like a wedding, the boys weren't allowed to see the girls until the feast. I was the only girl who didn't have a date; all the other girls were swooning over fauns, centaurs and the like. Peter went with Susan and Edmund with Lucy, but when I got there Pete was looking at me funny.

"You look… beautiful" he told me, Susan whispered in my ear that I shouldn't urge him on because he had a girlfriend. Even though he looked like he had just been hit by the Narnian cupid I stayed away because even though they didn't know it, he was still going out with my cousin and we were close so I didn't dare betray her, pft like I would with that thing – um I mean, guy. I couldn't really see what he was staring at, I was just in a short, plain blue gown with small pearl earrings and a tiny pearl necklace, I decided it had to be my hair. With the help of my Aussie product Lucy had plaited it and looped it all over my head, creating a shimmery, delicate look.

Before the feast I had also brought back some Aussie nail polish for the sister's enjoyment, now every male creature in the huge, warmly lit room wanted to be the first to kiss their hands

At around three in the morning (well, as far as I could tell) I was sitting in Aslan's tent on the comfy, futuristic plush couch he had summoned, carving new arrows with my dagger, suddenly Glimfeather burst in through the flaps that acted as doors, he was breathing heavily like he had just run (or in his case, flown) a very long distance.

"She has come. Prepare for war."

I was running into a battle, with Peter on one side and Orieus on the other. It wasn't the first war I had been in, but it was still like any other war. Suddenly, the whizz of arrows, the cry of hunger for violence and the crash of steel on steel was all I could hear. I killed dwarves, minotaurs, giants, hags and anything resembling human form, but all the tigers and polar bears and animals I encountered, I discreetly sent through portals to their natural habitats in Narnia so they could live in peace.

Orieus didn't see the portals but saw the animals disappearing, and naturally assumed it was me.

"You're such a softie" Orieus said

"Shut or you'll probably get hurt" I laughed "by an enemy or me"

Peter's voice suddenly rang in my ear, "I wish we could clone people"

I ignored this statement but thought, Well,Ican't,sotoughluck.

'The sisters and I are on our way but I need you to open up a portal and let some of the army fall from above and ,oh, put some behind the enemy to' Aslan thought to me.

I did as I was told and opened up a hunormous portal to the left of me, about eighty of our army went through, witchypoo and her gang just stopped, staring at the place where they just were. But not for long, because the eighty that had gone through came screaming from the sky. Some of them were caught on javelins or swords like meat on barbeque skewers but the majority of them held their swords below them and stabbed the witchypoo's army. I waited for about ten minutes while the baddies recovered from the shock and stopped warily looking around them, another portal just to the right this time, they automatically looked above their heads but this portion of the army came from behind, this time we knew what we were doing and charged.

"What were you doing?"

Oh, crap, Pete saw me unzip the air, now he knows it was me

"What do you mean?"

"I saw you! You opened up those – those… thingies!"

"You've gone freaking mental, Pete"

"I have not!"

"Have too"

"Have not"

"Will you two shut up and concentrate on the enemy so that you don't get killed!" This was Orieus "You sound like siblings!"

"You sound like a mother!" I retorted, he just turned away, growled at the Minotaur in front of him and plunged his sword so deep into the creature's chest that his hand went into it as well.

"That's disgusting!" Peter told him, while at the same time I said:

"Freak, Orieus, man! Chillax!" This earned me a quizzical look from both males. "That's weird language; did you even go to school?" Peter asked me

"You, peter… shut the hell up of course I went to school!, I went to school in eight different eras!"

At this rampaging outburst about half of the army on both sides stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I took this opportunity to yell "fire" to all our archers, which killed, like, 20 enemies.

"Who are you?" Peter asked

"Wouldn't you like to know" I told him

"Well, if you won't tell me that, how can I help you?"

"Help me with what?" I laughed

"Getting back to England – unless…"

"I'm not from there?" I finished his sentence for him, and he looked at me curiously, but I assured him that I was from his country, if not originally. He asked me where I was from, and I answered truthfully.

"Australia."

"Woah, seriously?"

"Do I freaking look like I'm lying?" We were still battling our way through a lump of hags.

"Er," he said, looking at my frustrated expression, my blood-stained tunic and leggings, my arm, which was reaching behind me to pluck another arrow out of its residential casing, and my recently sharpened sword by my side. "No, not really"

"Good answer" I snarled

"Why so tense?" he teased, in reply I just glared at him so hard that he giggled nervously and shuffled away from me, a little to the left, at this I smiled a really mean grin, because I love intimidating boys that think they're so good and better than girls. After that, we plunged deeper and killed more. But every once in a while, I would glare at him, he would cower away, I would chuckle evilly and then think of his demented former haircut and laugh so hard that everybody in my way tried to avoid my shaking sword.

Eventually, when there was no more enemy ahead, we turned back to help our fellow army in the battle. We saw Edmund fighting the White witch, and we smiled to ourselves, looked at each other smiling, then turned away awkwardly, we were both disgusted, but I saw him smile shyly at me a few seconds later, which was really weird.

Awkward silence.

"I… I'm just gonna go kill that Centaur" I told him

"That's Orieus!" He informed me

"Umm… I know that, he stole my fruit cake last week"

"You're killing Orieus over fruitcake?" He asked incredulously, I hesitated for a bit but answered him a few seconds later.

"hells yeah! That was a good fruit cake!"

Then, Ed got stabbed and Pete turned away to revenge him, while I opened up a portal when nobody was looking to see exactly where the sisters and Aslan were. They were really near, so I charged through the war to help peter.

We saw Aslan, Susan and Lucy charge down the hill, followed by three times the amount of our army, and Ed was sobbing in pain but Lucy sprinted down the hill at break-neck speed to give him a few drops of that cordial stuff. Peter tried to help, too, but that bitch of a witch saw him and pinned his right arm to the ground, I charged into her, knocking her to the ground and freeing pete at the same time.

Aslan roared, which basically burst all of our eardrums, but I knew he was coming to help and so I just fought harder. We twirled around, a fearsome trio, but it was two against one, and one of those two was Aslan, so witchypoo was doomed. Literally.

I held her down and Aslan growled at her before making the speech which would be the last thing she would ever hear.

"Now is your time to enter the shadow lands, if not forever at least for many, many years to come."

With that, he breathed on her face and her eyes fluttered shut. Peter grinned behind me.

"What, did she steal your fruitcake too?"

"Damn straight" I replied seriously, he looked at me as if I was mad, just to annoy him a little bit more I strolled away whistling.

AN- so sorry that this is so late it has been finished for a while but we have been busy with school so I know bad excuse but yeah…. Sorry please forgive us PLEASE.