AN: Battle scene!
Adrenalin fueled my every move. My sword was a blur in the air and I threw my knives at every chance. My quiver was empty before the charge was over, as was my crossbow. A cloud of arrows flew over me and embedded themselves in the Witch's army. I could smell the odor of battle; blood and fear and anger and sweat and horror all coming together to form an overwhelming stench of devastation. We killed loads of them, but still they came. Peter was beside me, fighting with the same relentless energy, spurred on by fear. Wave after bloodthirsty wave of enemy soldiers came at us. As soon as one was killed, two more were there in its place. I finished off a Minotaur that had his sights set on Peter, and turned, seeing the hundreds of soldiers bearing down on us. They never seemed to end. I turned towards Peter, knowing that he knew it was hopeless unless we pulled out to a more advantageous point. I heard rather than saw him shout "Pull back! Pull back to the rocks!" due to a particularly evasive pair of dwarves who were intent upon killing Shadowhunter.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something weird. It looked like a . . . boy, about the same age as Peter, with blonde hair and black eyes. He was dressed in all black, with no armor, and riding a black horse, racing towards me.
Before I could think about it, my Horse wheeled around, only to feel Shadowhunter start to fall from under me, and heard him scream. I cried out "No!" Shadowhunter was down. I threw myself over him, trying to save him and stop the flow of blood. I heard the thunder of hooves racing towards me, but ignored them.
Shadowhunter, my sarcastic, pessimistic, amazing Horse died in front of me. Something broke. I cracked. I rose, hatred showing in all my features, and fought. They died under my hands but nothing could ever compensate for the death of Shadowhunter. Nothing but the death of the Witch. I felt a hand grabbing me by the back of the collar and felt myself being pulled onto a horse: Peter. That was when the tears came. I buried my face in his back and cried, long and quietly, but I still cried. My Horse, Shadowhunter, was dead. And the Witch was going to pay for it.
We raced towards the rocks, our swords swinging, but I was all on automatic. I couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't hear, couldn't feel, couldn't see, couldn't do anything. I just couldn't.
We were at the rocks. Fury suddenly surged through me. I was off the Unicorn in an instant, and fighting all over again. I lost my sword and then regained it. I saw Becca, fighting with her knives, and grabbing daggers from dying enemies. I heard a yell, and turned to see Peter falling off of Tanwe, as the Unicorn died. The Witch was only about 50 feet from him, moving slowly in her chariot, arrogant. Oreius and a Rhino charged towards her. I heard Peter yell "Stop!"
They didn't.
Oreius killed Ottman first and then leaped towards the Witch. He missed. She swung her sword and her wand and turned him to stone. That sight made me angrier. The Witch started to walk, slowly, leisurely, towards Peter, who was busy with a Minotaur who refused to be killed. I heard him yell to Edmund, who was fighting an ogre a few feet away from me "Ed! There's too many! Get the girls, and get them home!" Edmund was grabbed by Mr. Beaver and practically dragged up onto higher ground. They started scrambling up the rocks. Then he saw the Witch, and he saw the way she twirled her wand, like she was going to freeze Peter but was going to take her time about it. I knew what he would do, but I was powerless to stop it. He ran down and slammed his sword onto the Witch's wand, breaking it.
I threw myself in front of him, just as her sword drove into my stomach. I froze, standing stock-still. Strangely, there was no pain. None. I heard Peter yell in a strange, muted, garbled voice. I couldn't make out what he was saying. Then, the Witch started slowly, too slowly, pulling out the sword. That was when the pain came. I screamed a raw, agonized, scream. My insides felt like they were turning to fire. My skin felt like it was turning to ice. There was nothing in my brain but pain, pain, pain. I was getting tunnel vision. The world was going fuzzy. Time seemed to freeze. The sound of the battle faded to nothing. I fell, still screaming, still in horrified agony. I landed on the ground, and the screaming stopped. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't hear. I couldn't think. I couldn't move. I couldn't smell. I couldn't feel the pain that was turning me numb. I could only see the steadily growing pool of crimson liquid, flowing from my stomach, going from red, to brown, to grey, to black.
AN: Another cliff hanger! (you'll hate me for this, but just review and wait) 5 reviews equals another chapter! Thanks!