Author's Note: Here's fifteen! It's been a bumpy ride so far, and it's not about to stop right now. :) Don't worry... They'll get a happy ending. I can't stand tragic endings... It's going to be sad, but that's the way it has to be for my plot to work... I've got another story planned as a spin off of this one. :) Don't worry. There will be a love interest for Peter this time! :D

And I can't believe that it's already over 20,000 words! :D I don't think I had that many words in 15 chapters on my last story... I'm guessing that this is a good thing. XD

Thanks for all of the reviews guys! Each and every one of them makes me smile. :) Thanks for staying with me through all of the ups and downs. :) I'm sorry for all of the cliffhangers... But, I have my evil moments. Here's the second part of the raid! :D

And to FeatherDaydreamer, I took your suggestion and went back and edited this chapter. :) I have to say that I like it better this way... Thank you so much for the suggestion! :) I take all of my reviews to heart, except for flames, and yours wasn't harsh at all. In fact, I LOVE it when my reviewers point out things that could have been done better. I hope you like this version better! :D

Songs for this chapter: Life Starts Now by Three Days Grace

Edmund saw that her face was bruised so badly that her eyes were swollen shut. She couldn't see out of them if she wanted to. He needed to get her to Lucy, and as fast as he could.

"Oh, Ari..." He breathed, going to scoop her off of the ground. She didn't have a chain around her ankle. They obviously didn't think she was going anywhere. He needed to get back to his post, so he carried here, being careful not to jostle her too much. She groaned and winced at the pain, but Edmund kept going. Waiting would only have prolonged her pain. He had to get her to the griffin stationed at the tallest tower. If he avoided the guards, he would be back at his post in ten minutes. He set her up in a place where she would be hidden from anyone.

He walked to the edge of the tower and looked over to signal the griffin, but he was no where to be found. He cursed under his breath as he realized that there was no way that Ari was going to be taken back to the How immediately. He kicked the wall in frustration before he sighed and looked back to her. She looked so small and helpless, not at all the woman he was in love with. She was only a shell of what she had been just a few days ago. He double-checked from all angles to make sure that she was hidden from all views before he went back to his post.

Meanwhile, a sleeping Miraz was jolted from his sleep as he felt cold steel on his throat. His eyes flew open and stared into the face of his nephew. Instead of being alarmed, he chuckled.

"Thank goodness...you're safe." He said, his voice void of any emotion.

"Get up." Caspian snapped, not caring if he woke up his aunt. She stirred and sat up as Miraz climbed out of bed.

"Caspian?" She asked drowsily.

"Stay where you are." Caspian said dangerously.

"What are you doing?" Prunaprismia said, her voice rising an octave.

"I think that part would be obvious." Caspian snapped angrily. His aunt looked taken aback at Caspian's aggressiveness.

"You know, some might consider this inappropriate behavior." Miraz said sardonically. Caspian pressed the sword harder against his uncle's neck.

"That doesn't seem to have stopped you." He snarled.

"But you are not like me, are you?" Miraz sneered, his lip curling up. "It's depressing. The first time that you ever shown even an ounce of backbone and it is such a waste."

"Put the sword down, Caspian." Prunaprismia said, aiming a crossbow that had been hung over the bed at Caspian. She had a look of sadness in her eyes. "I don't want to do this."

"We don't want you to either!" Shouted a female voice as the door burst open. Susan had an arrow aimed at Caspian's aunt, and Peter had his sword drawn. Miraz sighed.

"This used to be a private room, you know." He said. Peter's nostrils flared at the sight of Caspian.

"Caspian, what are you doing?" Peter shouted, his hand clenching into a fist around the hilt of his sword. "You're supposed to be at the gatehouse!"

"No!" Caspian screamed, his voice cracking. "Tonight, for once I want the truth." He took a breath and stared into his uncle's black eyes. "Did you kill my father?"

"Now we get to it." Miraz said, his eyes dancing with glee. Prunaprismia lowered her crossbow and looked at her husband in astonishment.

"You told me that your brother died in his sleep." She said, her voice soft and meek, but also accusing.

"That was more or less true." Miraz said. Caspian pressed the sword to his uncle's neck, drawing a trickle of blood. He took a few steps forward, and Miraz was forced back to stand against a window.

"Did you kill my father?" Caspian asked again, his voice hard.

"Caspian, this won't make anything better." Susan reasoned, noticing the bloodthirsty look in his eyes. A look she recognized all too well from her two brothers during a battle, and sometimes from Ari. It made her shudder involuntarily.

"We Telmarines would have nothing if we hadn't taken it." Miraz said, looking at Caspian. "Your father knew that as well as anyone."

"How could you?" Prunaprismia whispered, lowering the crossbow even more.

"For the same reason that you will pull that trigger!" Miraz snapped at her. He took a step forward, causing Caspian to step back. Susan raised her bow again.

"Stop! Stay right there!" She shouted, aiming an arrow right at Miraz' heart.

"For our son!" Miraz shouted. He turned to his wife. "You must choose. Do you want our child to be king, or do you want him to be like Caspian here. Fatherless!"

Prunaprismia froze before she let out a scream. "No!" Her finger pressed down on the trigger, launching an arrow into Caspian's shoulder. In that split second, Miraz was gone. Caspian pulled out the spike from his shoulder and blood stained his white shirt. Susan tore a piece of cloth off of the bedsheets while Peter restrained Prunaprismia. She tied it around the wound to stop the blood flow. The three teenagers looked at each other a knew that if this mission was to be successful, they had to hurry and get their troops in. It wouldn't take long for Miraz to alert the guards.

Up in a tower, Edmund was idly twirling his electric torch. He was jumpy with nervousness. His thoughts flashed back to his wife, and how her body had been brutally beaten. It was all he could do to restrain himself from going back to Ari. Peter had been right, and he hated to admit it. Saying that he wouldn't abandon his post was one thing. Actually doing it was another thing entirely. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach as he thought about what that meant for their child.

In that second of lost concentration, the silver torch slipped through his fingers and fell. He reached out his hand to grab it, but it was already beyond his grasp. He clenched his teeth as a soldier below picked it up, examining it. Suddenly, the bright light flicked on. Edmund cursed under his breath and raced through the door and down the stairs.

He watched from a low window in the tower. As soon as he had the chance, he leaped down onto the back of the soldier, just as the bells started to sound. That was when everything began to go wrong.

Author's Note: There we go! :) Ari will live, but... Yeah... Anyways, sorry for the sucky ending. It's not the best in the world. Not much of a cliffhanger this time! You lucky people. :) It's a little shorter than I normally do, and the faster you guys review, the faster I will update. :) So, leave a smiley face or something, please! :)

And as for my crying in this chapter, I did when I first wrote it, but it seemed too...brutal for my style, so I cut it out. It just wasn't...me, I guess you could say.