Author's Note: Here is the long awaited "Raid" scene. :) I loved this scene in the movie, except the very ending. Mostly because it showed how awesome Ed is with a torch. ;) But, anyways... It took me two days to finish writing this chapter. It was a bit emotional to write, but the next one was even more emotional... In case you haven't noticed by now, I have the tendency to get very attached to my characters! XD Hopefully, I did a good job on this chapter. Enough of my rambling. On to the story! :D

Song for this chapter: It's All Over by Three Days Grace

In the distance, Edmund could make out the outline of the dark Telmarine castle in the shadows. He was flying high in the night air on the back of a griffin. He clutched his electric torch tightly in his hand. The griffin flew over and landed on the top of a high tower, out of sight of a guard who stood watch below. The griffin took flight again, and snatched the sentry off of the ground and pulled him into the air. Edmund dropped into a low crouch, looking around for a moment before he straightened up.

Edmund walked over to the edge of the tower and flicked on his torch. He made a pattern with it to signal the others. Peter, Susan, and Caspian, all carried by griffins, swooped through the air towards the castle. They flew silently through the air like ghosts. Caspian dropped low and swung his sword at a guard who fell to the ground with a thud. His first kill. Edmund waved his torch to point to the next guard, but somewhere down below he was spotted. The Telmarine soldier who saw him lifted his crossbow to aim, but before his finger even got to the trigger an arrow pierced his neck, killing him instantly. Susan nodded in satisfaction as she and Peter landed. Peter swung his sword at another Telmarine soldier's turned back, taking him down without a sound.

Down below in the main courtyard, Asterius the Minotaur crept along. He turned a corner and a soldier stood right in front of him. Asterius simply raised his finger to his lips.

"Shh..." He said to the soldier, who gave him a very confused look. Behind him, Nikabrik his the soldier over the head with the but of his sword. The man fell to the ground without so much as a sound.

Led by Reepicheep, the mice climbed out from underground. They scurried to the gate, easily fitting through the bars. They crawled across a rope and entered the castle. They silently made their way through the corridors, evading the gazes of many guards. They slipped into a room and Reepicheep paused, sniffing the air. He looked around the corner and saw a cat asleep by a crackling fire. He drew his sword and gave a sinister grin.

On the other side of the castle, Peter, Susan, and Caspian slipped down a rope to a window with a small ledge. Caspian tapped on the glass quietly.

"Professor?" He whispered. When there was no answer he pushed open the window. He climbed through the window into Cornelius' study. Peter and Susan quietly followed. Caspian's eyes scanned the room until they landed on a pair of glasses laying on the table.

"I have to find him." Caspian said as soon as his eyes saw the forgotten glasses.

"You don't have time." Peter whispered harshly. "You have to get to the gatehouse."

"You wouldn't even be here if it hadn't been for him." Caspian snapped irritatedly. "Neither would I."

"We can take care of Miraz." Susan said, sharing a long glance with Peter.

"And I can still get to the gatehouse in time." Caspian said. Without waiting for a reply he raced out of the room.

On the other side of the castle, Reepicheep waited patiently as a Telmarine soldier walked into the room. The soldier's eyes landed on the cat, who was now tied and bound. He looked around the room suspiciously. Reepicheep dropped down as the soldier turned, drawing his small sword deadly quick. The soldier's eyes widened and Reepicheep spoke.

"Yes, I know. I'm a mouse." He said these words while he slashed forward. Blood spurted from the soldier's neck as he fell to the ground with a thud. Another soldier behind him was knocked to the ground by five mice. After he was also dead, the mice climbed onto each others' backs and opened the door. Trumpkin entered and without hesitation shot an arrow into one of the weak parts in the armor of a Telmarine soldier that the mice had not noticed.

"Ah, we were expecting someone, you know, taller." Reepicheep said as he sheathed his rapier.

"You're one to talk." Trumpkin said as he shut the door.

"Is that supposed to be irony?" Reepicheep asked as he shut the door. Trumpkin just rolled his eyes.

Down into the deep parts of the castle, Caspian sneaked around corners, avoiding the watchful glances of the night guards. One that spotted him didn't even have time to blink before Caspian ran him through. He tracked down the cell that held his professor and entered. The elderly man was chained to the floor by a shackle that went around his ankle. Caspian shook him.

"Five more minutes?" He said jokingly. The old man's eyes widened when he realized that Caspian was back.

"What are you doing here?" Cornelius growled angrily. "I didn't help you to escape just so you could come back and get yourself captured again! You must go before Miraz learns that you are here."

"He'll learn soon enough." Caspian said, breaking the lock on his professor's ankle. "We're giving him your cell."

"Don't underestimate Miraz as your father did." The old man said urgently.

"What are you talking about?" Caspian said, but he already knew. He only needed to hear it for his own ears.

"I'm sorry." Cornelius said. And then Caspian was gone.

"Take the girl with you!" Cornelius called to the young prince, but he was long gone.

"Where is she?" Asked a new voice. He turned around to see Edmund. The look in his eyes was wild.

"Down there." Cornelius said, pointing to a cell at the end of the long row of iron bars. "But I warn you. You won't-"

He never got to finish he sentence because Edmund was already running towards the cell. He opened the door and the air left his lungs in a rush, like someone was crushing him. He couldn't breathe, and for a moment he didn't want to. He was frozen. He couldn't move. He wanted to die.

She looked like hell, and probably felt like it too. Someone had chopped off her long locks of hair. It now only came to just below her ears and was uneven all over. With the way she was sitting, he could see that she had been clearly whipped. The back of her dress was in shreds and he could see blood oozing out of the many shallow cuts. Her breathing was ragged, and the way she was holding her side she probably had at least two broken ribs. Her left ankle was bent in an unnatural position. Her face and arms were covered with black and purple bruises, so many that you couldn't even tell the natural color of her skin. He guessed that it wasn't just her face and arms that were painted with bruises. Edmund noticed two distinct bruises that were obviously older than the others, because of their strange yellowish color that bruises got when they were fading. One was on her right cheek, and the other was on her left arm. They were hand prints.

Edmund found the anger bubbling up in him and it brought him back to reality. She had been brutally tortured, probably for information. He took a step forward and her head jerked to the side.

"Who's there?" She rasped. Her voice broken and shallow. Scared. Hollow. It was then that Edmund got a better look at her face. He realized something with dread. She couldn't see him.

Author's note: So... Yeah... I had to! I didn't want to make it too brutal, so I just didn't put in the scene where she was beaten.. I may do that later... So, just tell me what you think of it! Don't hate me!