AN: Battle scene! 'Nuff said
I stared out at the Plains of Beruna. The army was behind me, the Witch's army in front of me, and Peter was beside me. We were on our horses: Peter on Tanwe, me on Shadowhunter. Oreius was on Peter's other side. I heard the sound of a Gryphon call, and turned my head. Leraondi, the Gryphon commander, flew toward us, landing beside me. "They come, Your Majesty, in numbers and weapons far greater than our own," he said, speaking to Peter.
"Numbers do not win a battle," Oreius said.
"No, but I'll bet they help," Peter told him, looking worried.
I looked up. Ottman came up onto a rock that jutted above the Plains. The Witch came beside him, in a chariot pulled by polar bears. She was in a chain-mail dress, and the Lion's mane stood out amongst all the dark colors. I felt a lump form in my throat and forced it to stay down. I would not cry. I would not show weakness.
Behind her, the Witch's army showed themselves. Oreius was right; there were a lot more of them than there were of us. I felt fear start to come into my gut and my stomach was slowly turning itself into knots. I forced that down too. Ottman let out a huge roar, and the Witch's army started forward. Peter drew his sword, and raised it. The Narnians cheered. Peter turned to me. "Are you with me?"
It was Oreius who answered. "To the death."
I only had to look at him for him to know that I would die for him.
"FOR NARNIA! AND FOR ASLAN!" The battle cry soared in volume above any other sound. Peter thrust his sword forward and we started the charge.
AN: Cliff hanger! Love to write 'em, hate to read 'em. Review! five reviews = another chapter! Thanks!