Author's Note: Sorry for the long update wait! I've been really busy lately. I know that's no excuse since I've had this story sitting in my uploads folder for about two weeks now... I promise I'll update faster next time! :D

Song for this chapter: Someday by Nickelback

"Lucy..." Peter asked Susan as he limped over. He grimaced as every step jostled his injured shoulder, pain evident on his face.

"She got through. With a little help." Said Susan, nodding toward Caspian. A strange look flitted over Peter's face for a moment, but then it was gone again. He looked at Caspian and gave him a thankful smile.

"Thank you." Peter said sincerely.

"Well..." Caspian began, choosing his words carefully. "You were busy."

Peter gazed up at the How. He then sharply turned his head to Susan. "You better get up there with the other archers, just in case. I don't expect the Telmarine's will keep their word."

Susan nodded and wrapped her Arms around Peter in a hug. He visibly winced as she put slight pressure on his arm. "Sorry." She apologized.

"It's alright." Peter said.

"Take care of yourself." Susan said, giving him a hard stare before she walked away towards the archers.

"Keep smiling." Edmund said to Peter out of the corner of his mouth. Peter forced a smile that was more of a grimace and lifted his sword. The Narnians cheered.

On the other side of the field Miraz angrily threw his helmet down onto the ground. "I'm sure you won't let it get that close again." He snarled at Glozelle, who nodded.

"How does he look to you?" Miraz said, turning to Sopespian as Glozelle began to wrap a bandage around his injured leg.

"Young." Was Sopespian's calm and guarded reply.

"But his majesty is doing extremely well...for his age." Glozelle said as he tightened the bandage on Miraz' leg. The new king winced.

Peter held his arm and groaned in pain. Edmund walked over to his brother's side and began to examine his arm. Edmund was no stranger to battle wounds, and knew how to treat most of them. As Edmund prodded and poked Peter's arm, his brother spoke.

"I think it's dislocated." Peter said. Edmund moved his brother's arm to the side and nodded to affirm.

"You thought right." Edmund said. He had to keep Peter talking so he could pop the joint back into place when his brother was distracted.

"What do you think happens back home if you die here?" Peter asked after a moment of silent. "You know, you've always been there. I've never really-" Peter stopped and let out a yell as Edmund pressed hard on his shoulder and snapped it back into its socket.

"Save it for later." Edmund said, a hard look on his face. He didn't want to hear anything about death or dying. Even though many of their troops would most likely fall today, it was another thing altogether to think about his brother, or any of his family dying today. They were too close to him.

Peter shook his head when Ari held out his helmet for him. She sighed and tossed it to the side. Across the field, Miraz also pushed away his helmet. The two of them walked back into the designated dueling area again, weapons drawn. Peter attacked quickly, swinging his sword with renewed vigor, but Miraz parried and deflected the blow with his own weapon. He began to hit Peter with his shield. Peter stumbled and fell over a rock on the ground, and Miraz ran towards him. Peter blocked his blow with his shield and tripped Miraz. They both recovered quickly.

The two continued fighting, an eternal dance of silver and gold flashing together. The sound of steel-on-steel was drowned out by the cheers and taunts from the crowd that had gathered. Miraz used his round shield as a weapon, attacking Peter with it. Peter danced in and tried to stab Miraz, but failed, narrowly missing the chink in the armor. Miraz knocked Peter sword out of his hand, and it fell to the ground nearby with a clang. Miraz slammed his shield forward, but Peter grabbed onto it. He twisted the shield, causing Miraz to turn with it. He pinned Miraz' arm behind him. Miraz used his unhindered arm to thrust his elbow into Peter's face. He then pushed Peter into one of the four pillars surrounding their dueling grounds. Miraz picked up his sword and swung, but Peter deflected the blow with his vambraces. Peter stood up and punched Miraz' wounded leg with as much force as he could put behind his fist. Miraz howled in pain and fell to the ground, his face twisted into a pain-laced grimace.

On the sidelines, Ari and Edmund watched, barely breathing. When Miraz fell, Ari couldn't help but yell out when Peter paused.

"Now's not the time for chivalry, Pete!" She screamed as Miraz called for a respite.

Peter hesitated. Miraz held up his hand, preparing for the blow that was to come. Peter sighed and lowered his arm. He turned on his heel and walked back towards the Narnians. As soon as his back was turned, Miraz lurched for his sword and began to run at Peter.

"Look out!" Edmund yelled, warning his brother. Peter turned just in time. He grabbed Miraz' sword and twisted it around. On instinct, he stabbed upwards. The blade cut Miraz underneath the arm where the armor was weak. Miraz gasped as the pain ripped through him, and he fell to his knees again. Peter held Miraz' sword up, and again hesitated.

"What's the matter boy?" Miraz sneered, his voice rasping. "Too cowardly to take a life?"

"It's not mine to take." Peter spat back. He looked back to Caspian, who stood watching their exchange. He nodded and Caspian stepped forward. Peter handed over Miraz' sword. Caspian slowly raised the sword.

"Perhaps I was wrong." Miraz laughed darkly. "It seems you have the makings of a true Telmarine king after all."

Miraz lowered his head, accepting defeat. Caspian gave a glutteral scream and stabbed downwards.

Author's Note: So, did Caspian do like he did in the movie, or did he actually kill Miraz? Find out in the next chapter! :D Sorry! I had to end it there... You know how I love my cliffies. :D

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