The next night, once darkness had fallen across Narnia, we were all in position around the Telmarine castle. Thankfully my part in this was to assist Caspian, he had put forward the idea of needing help at the gate and so I had stepped forward. Fortunately, none of my siblings seemed to be suspicious of any other reason we would wish to stay together during the fight other than to get the work done.

We had all gotten a change of clothing, I wore a short white dress with brown leather straps wrapped around my top half, along with a short black cloak that just reached down to my waist. I wore with this a pair of tall brown tie up boots, black flower gloves and a white leaf diadem around my head. I had a spare dagger strapped to my thigh, along with my staff.

Edmund was first dropped at a battlement by a large eagle, where he would give out the different signals for the different stages of the plan. He had his torch for the signals, I offered him mine in case he needed a back up but he said he wouldn't need it.

Caspian, Peter, Susan, Trumpkin and I were to be dropped in by eagles as well, while the Narnian army assembled for the mission waited anxious on the outskirts of the forest, hidden by darkness and shadow.

We stayed back a fair bit, hovering in the air with our eagles. Edmund was already heading in the direction of the castle and the tower on which he would remain for the first part. I couldn't bare to have no one watching his back so I, using my magic, inhanced my vision and forced it to let me see him clearly. I was comforted by the warmth spreading across my eyes and feeling as though a weight had been lifted off not just my shoulders but my mind aswell to finally feel that familiar feeling.

Ever since we had gotten back to Narnia, my magic wasn't as strong, that I knew. Aslan had told me it would build back up with time. Now I could tell it was almost completely returned to me.

Edmund's eagle swooped down and landed with him onto the roof of a stone tower. Edmund slipped out of the eagle's claws and onto the roof himself. I lost sight of them for a moment as they moved so they were hidden from sight. I caught sight of a guard on watch. He had glanced up at where they were but from what I could tell saw nothing. But then he began to walk closer to it, his head angling back so as to look up above him at the roof of the tower.

He then turned around, whether he had decided it was his imagination or a simple bird or something, I didn't know, but just as he turned his back, the eagle that Edmund had rode clamped its mighty claws on his shoulders and threw him who-knows-where.

Edmund made quick work of leaping down onto the level where the guard had just been. Landing smoothly, he quickly stood up and made his way to the edge. He hesitated a moment, I couldn't exactly see what he was doing but I guessed he was checking his surroundings, but then he flicked on his torch.

I pushed my magic back and returned to my normal sight. That was our que. The small beam of light that was Edmund continued to switch on and off.

Unlike my siblings, Trumpkin and Caspian, who were held up by their eagles. I sat astride the eagles back, my staff held tightly in my hand while the other held onto the eagle. I could have easily turned the staff into a bow and arrows or even a sword but I was more comfortable with my magic as my weapon of choice.

I glanced down at my older brother and sister and then to Caspian as we made our descent.

My mind turned towards the Narnians, they would be making their way forward aswell and Reepicheep and a couple of his knightly mice would be invading the castle. I could only hope that things went to plan but I had sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that was telling me something I didn't want to hear.

Something was going to go wrong.

Caspian and I flew side by side, Susan on my other side and Peter on Caspian's, Trumpkin remained slightly behind us. Caspian shared a look with Peter before his eagle swooped down rapidly and mine quickly followed. Peter and Susan close on our tails. Caspian had the eagle release one of his claws and managed to draw his sword. He went lower than the rest of us and just as guard on patrol heard us and spun to investigate, Caspian swung his sword, ending the man quickly, or at least I hoped. As the man went over the edge and it was a long way down.

We had circled around and were near to the tower where Edmund was delivering the signals to the Narnians.

Just as we were about to land, a Telmarine soldier spotted Edmund and raised his crossbow to shot him. I lept from my eagles back, the end of my staff sharpened and became like a sword on one end. I landed on the soldiers back halting his bolt from being shot at my twin. As I had landed my staff's blade had been imbedded in his back and I whispered menacingly into his ear, "no one harms my brother!"

I sharply jerked it out as the man died quickly from his wound. Peter had cleanly taken out the other guard.

Once that was then we headed towards the edge, directly above the chambers belonging to Caspian's old professor. Caspian threw a rope over the edge and Trumpkin tied it securely before Caspian threw himself over the edge and made his way carefully down to the windowsill. I followed directly after him.

Caspian grabbed hold of my waist as I reached him and he gently settled me on the sill next to him. He glanced up at Peter and Susan who were distracted by getting down the rope and then softly pecked me on the lips before hurriedly turning back to the large window and tapping on it, just as Peter landed next to me.

"Professor?" called Caspian quietly as he waited for any response but was given none and so picked the lock on the window using his dagger.

We all slipped inside and found that the place was filled with books, on the floor, on the shelves, on the unmade bed and scattered open on random pages across all the tables and desks. I even noticed an old Narnian book of tales from the Golden Age. I quickly made my way over to a tall gold and silver stand. It was the stand I used for my magic book. The one given to me by Father Christmas from Merlin himself. But the stand was empty and going by the scattered dust that covered it, it had been for a while.

"I have to find him!"

Caspian's voice dragged me back to the present situation.

"You don‟t have time. You and Dawn have to get to the gatehouse," ordered Peter.

"You wouldn't even be here without him!" exclaimed Caspian, his gaze then turned to me, "and neither would I." I decided then and there that I liked this Professor Cornelius for saving Caspian.

Peter turned to Susan to see what she thought. "You and I can deal with Miraz," she stated.

"And I can still make it to the gatehouse in time," added Caspian.

"We'll make it in time!" I corrected causing Caspian to shot a small smile at me. The two of us glanced at the other thee before Caspian spun around and took me by the wrist and leading me out of the room.

We dashed through many corridors which all seemed the same to me but as Caspian grew up withing these walls I'm guessing he knew where we were going. Or at least I hope he did.

"Caspian! Where are you leading us to?"

"The dungeons. If the Professor is anywhere, it's there."

"Why? Why would they throw him into a cell?"

He turned around to face me, glancing around us, making sure there was no one in sight or within hearing range.

"Professor Cornelius has a great fascination with Narnia and the Narnians. He never explained to me why. He just always has. My Uncle hated it. Hated everything to do with Narnians. According to the Professor, my father was more understanding. Professor Cornelius brought me up with tales of Narnia and of Aslan and of the Golden Age and-"

"He told you about the Golden Age. About us?"

Caspian nodded, his face reddening slightly which I definitely saw but he turned quickly obviously he was trying to hide it.

"This way."

After we knocked a couple of guards on duty by the dungeons and acquiring their keys, Caspian led me down another staircase, this time smaller and appeared older. At the bottom were many cells. Each of them were empty, except one.

We rushed forward as Caspian unlocked the cell door with the keys.

"You do remember I have magic, right? I could have had that open before we even got down here, if you had said anything."

Caspian seemed to hesitate for a moment before slapping himself across the face.

I laughed and stated, "careful there dear Prince, those good looks of yours might come in handy one day."

Caspian rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his Professor who lay asleep on the cold, damp stone floor. Dressed in what appeared to be his night clothes.

Caspian kneeled down next to him, while I remained at the door glancing up the stairs every few seconds, fearing we would be caught at any moment.

Caspian shuck the man awake and when the man finally rolled over slightly to meet the gaze of whoever was waking him up, and gently at that, Caspian said teasingly in what must have been some inside joke, "five more minutes?"

"What are you doing here?" inquired the man on the floor as Caspian began to unlock his chains that were around his wrists.

"I didn't help you escape, just so you could break back in!"

"He will be fine, Professor. This time he has help," I spoke up, finally alerting the man of my presence which until that had gone unnoticed.

"Who are you?" he asked as Caspian helped him sit up, "I've seen your face before. I'm sure of it."

"May I introduce," spoke Caspian as he had finally gotten the Professor to his feet and stood in between us, "High Queen Dawn, the Enchanting."

"High Queen Dawn," breathed the elderly man, "now there is a sight I thought I would never live to see." He then turned his attention to Caspian, his eyes twinkling madly, "do you recall when you were younger and I told you of the Golden Age? All you ever wanted to hear was of Queen Dawn, the Enchanting. Not Peter or Edmund, the powerful warrior kings. Not even Susan, the queen known for her beauty and gentle nature-" I couldn't help but laugh lightly at this.

He continued, "- It was always, Dawn. You had quite the crush on her growing up-" He cut himself off when he noticed that I had gone quite red. As had Caspian but he was staring right at me, unashamed, I guess this is what he had thought of earlier in the corridor when we brought up the Golden Age. He didn't seem as embarrassed as I thought he would, in fact he seemed proud.

The Professor suddenly seemed to get his wits about him and sharply switched his gaze between the two young people, "you never answered my question! You have to get out before Miraz discovers you are here!"

"He is going to learn soon enough," spoke Caspian as he handed over the key to the man, "we are giving him you cell."

Caspian then went to turn and I made to go with him but the Professor latched onto Caspian's arm sharply pulling him back around.

"Don't underestimate Miraz like your father did."

Caspian had back in against the cell bars, the Professor standing incredibly close to him so his quiet whisper could be heard. The young Prince stared down at him in shock and utter confusion.

"What are you talking about?" demanded Caspian, calmly, but I could tell he was having trouble keeping himself under control.

"I'm sorry," was the Professor's reply.

That seemed to be all Caspian needed to hear as he bolted out of the room desperately, not looking back.

I turned my attention back to the Professor.

"Get yourself out, the Narnians wait outside the city walls. I must join Caspian, I can't leave him on his own," I exclaimed.

He understood and placed his hands on my shoulders, gripping them extremely tight. "You watch out for him. Make sure he keeps his head or he may lose his life." I nodded in understanding before rushing up the stairs after Caspian had gone. Thankfully, Caspian had explained in great detail how to find Miraz's chambers, so I had little to no difficulty in finding them.

The door was slightly ajar, signaling to me that Caspian was already inside.

He didn't glance back at me as I entered the room, his sword was drawn and he seemed to be deliberating to himself in his mind on what to do with it.

I stepped up beside him and this seemed to bring him back to the situation at hand. He looked at me sharply out of the corner of his eye before raising his blade and placing it gently and threateningly against the neck of his uncle, who lay in bed, asleep, next to his wife.

As the cold steel met his skin, Miraz's eyes shot open in alarm. He turned his head ever so slightly and met the gaze of Caspian, his eyes only glancing my way and giving me a quick look up and down before returning his attention to his nephew.

"Thank goodness, you're safe," he drawled out, his accent was strong then Caspian and was much less appealing.

"Get up!" order Caspian, his blade still pressed fiercely against Miraz's throat.

Miraz threw off the covers of his bed and as he did so, awoke his wife from her slumber. Miraz's wife seemed shocked to see us here, well more Caspian. Miraz got to his feet and finally he settled his eyes on me for a long look. His eyes widened in shock, obviously realising who I was by my staff and appearance. He may have hated Narnia and the Narnians but he obviously knew enough about us.

Caspian, seeing his uncle's gaze linger on me, moved slightly so he was partly blocking me from view. This seemed to spark Miraz's interest.

"Caspian?" asked Prunaprismia, Miraz's wife in surprise at our sudden appearance during the night.

"Stay where you are!" demanded Caspian sternly. His voice was cold, something I hadn't heard before now.

"What are you doing?" she asked as her eyes darted between her husband, Caspian and I in worry and confusion.

"I should think it's obvious, dear," remarked Miraz casually as though he didn't have his nephew pointing a sword at his neck. "You know, some might consider this inappropriate behaviour," he continued.

"That doesn't seem to have stopped you!" said Caspian, his voice growing more threatening as he forced the blade more against the man's skin. I stepped forward quickly and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Caspian, please. Remain calm." He didn't even seem to acknowledge my words. I returned my stare to the wife still sitting on the bed.

"But you are not like me, are you?" asked Miraz.

"It‟s sad. The first time you show any backbone, and it's such a waste." Miraz speaking once more distracted me, pulling my attention away from the woman. Foolishly, I didn't notice her reaching above her bed and pulling down a crossbow which she made no hesitation to aim at Caspian. This put me on full alert and so aimed my staff directly at her.

"Put the sword down, Caspian," order Prunaprismia, but seeing that threatening to shoot him had no effect she tried a different tactic and sharply turned it in my direction. This, which I'm sure both man and woman noticed, caused Caspian to tense. I dared not move incase she accidentally shot me when she didn't mean to, which she probably wouldn't care about anyway.

"I can tell you care about this girl, Caspian. I don't want to do this."

At that exact moment, Susan and Peter entered the room, both with their weapons drawn.

"We don't want you to, either!" spoke Susan confidently.

Prunaprismia didn't seem to know where to aim her crossbow at but ended up directing it right back at me.

Miraz looked from my brother and sister to me and sighed in exasperation as though none of this was happening around him and as though servant had simply spilt some wine on the tablecloth, "this used to be a private room." I rolled my eyes and thought, 'isn't that the point of a bedroom.' But this guy was a murderer.

"What are you doing? You're supposed to be in the gatehouse," asked Peter.

"No," cried Caspian sharply, turning his threatening, black eyes on Miraz, "tonight, for once, I want the truth."

This grabbed everyone in the room's attention immediately and if it hadn't the next thing he said would've.

"Did you kill my father?!"

The anger and threat of death in Caspian's voice was terrifying. I could only guess what he looked like face to face, and going by the expressions on Miraz's, Caspian was even more frightening than his menacing voice. He turned gripping his sword with both hands, glaring right into Miraz's eyes. Miraz was forced to take a step back closer to the window to avoid his neck going straight onto the blade.

There was a short silence which was finally broken by Miraz speaking quietly, "now we get to it."

This seemed to shock Caspian, as his posture seemed to slacken slightly. Miraz had been waiting for this day all along. This realization seemed to startle him.

Prunaprismia seemed to be none the wiser than the rest of us as she then said, "You said your brother died in his sleep."

"That was more or less true," stated Miraz.

I was horrified to think of a brother killing a brother. How could a brother hate another so much as to kill them. This made me compare them to Peter and Edmund and the sick feeling in my stomach grew.

"Caspian," I tried to reason with him, "this won't make things any better." I glanced at the woman still armed with the crossbow. She may be slightly less intent on attacking us but that didn't mean she wouldn't if Miraz said a certain thing at any point of time.

"We Telmarines would have nothing had we not taken it," spat Miraz, as though this was a reasonable excuse for all the terrible deeds he had committed, "your father knew that as well as anyone."

"How could you?" demanded Prunaprismia darkly as she lowered the crossbow slowly.

"For the same reason you would pull that trigger!"

He then turned his hard gaze back on Caspian, "For our son!"

He took a step forward, forcing Caspian a step back.

"Stop!" cried Prunaprismia as she brought the bow back up and this time aimed it at Caspian.

"Stay right there!" cried Susan as she aimed at Miraz and I sent some power through my staff as I kept it point at his wife. Seeing this the woman turned the bow back on me, I resisted the reflex to flinch.

Blood began to trail down Miraz's neck as the blade dug into the skin.

"You need to make a choice, dear," spoke Miraz as he took a step forward and then another and another, "do you want your child to be king?"

"Or do you want him to be like Caspian here?"

Prunaprismia was darting her eyes back and forth, moving the crossbow as she did, though I don't think she noticed her body moving back and forth with her rapid stare.

"Fatherless!" cried Miraz.

"No!" cried Prunaprismia and at the moment shot a bolt from the bow. It happened so quickly.

Miraz brought up and arm and knocked away Caspian's sword. Caspian seeing the bolt would hit me in a fatal place had let his concentration fall letting Miraz escape, he then stepped back blocking the bolt from hitting me but had it embed itself in his arm instead. He gave a loud cry in agony as the arrow pierced through the layers of skin and muscle, tearing it all. Blood rising and surrounding the wound.

While this happened, Miraz had escaped out a side door.

Caspian collapsed backwards against an armchair where I quickly went to tending his wound with my magic. The worst part was removing the arrow and all I could really do was use my magic to lessen the pain for a short time before yanking it clean out.

"We don't have the time!" cried Peter just as an alarm bell began to ring, sounding to all guards and soldiers that they were under attack.

I quickly wrapped the wound and promised him I would sort it out later or else get Lucy to use some of her fireflower juice.

We darted out of the room without another seconds hesitation. We had wasted enough time already.

We ran down a hallway that split two ways. Caspian grabbed my free hand and began to pull me down the left one that led to a way out of the city itself. But Peter ran down the other corridor and only turned back for a moment when Susan called after him, "Peter!"

"Our troops are just outside. Come on!"

Sharing a look with my sister and Caspian, we had no choice but to follow the idiot that was my older brother.

By the time we got outside into the large courtyard at the front of the Telmarine castle where the gate was, we found Peter fighting and already defeating several Telmarine soldiers.

I heard several grunts and cried and glanced up and just looked up in time to see my twin brother knock out a soldier with his flashlight.

Peter raced forward towards the wooden wheel that opened the gate. He began to slowly turn it, ever so slowly bringing up the gate.

"Peter, its too late! We have to call it off while we still can!" cried Susan.

"Listen to her, Peter. She's right!" I agreed, desperately but Peter wasn't hearing any of it.

"No, I can still do this!"

We turned and spotted several Telmarine guards heading towards us, having spotted us.

"Help me!" called Peter as he continued to push the wheel around.

Caspian sheathed his sword and Susan threw her bow onto her back. I remained armed and prepared for the approaching soldiers and guards.

"Exactly who are you doing this for?!" cried Susan from behind me as I sent out a blast of pure white energy at some approaching guards, sending them flying back and giving us a few extra moments.

Peter didn't answer by then guards and soldiers were making their way down with shouts of orders and anger along with them, alerting the others of there presence.

I knew I wouldn't be able to hold them off for much longer. The others had barely got the gate up half way and that wouldn't allow the Narnians entrance just yet.

I spun this way and that, sending blazes of fire in every direction, along with confusion spells, cutting spells, mind compelling spells and dark curses which I spat out in disgust. Dark spells were to only be used in desperate need and even though this was one of those desperate times I still couldn't help but feel disgusted with myself for even uttering them.

Just as the gate was high enough, a flood of Narnians came charging determinedly through into the courtyard. Glenstorm luckily spotted a Guard that had been about to surprise me and made quick work of him before he was given the chance to actually do me any harm.

I had been forced away from my brother and sister aswell as Caspian by now and was in thick of the battle, trying my best to avoid, stray arrows and wide swings of Telmarine swords. I heard the shout of my eldest brother, "For Narnia!" They were finally joining the fray. The thing was I couldn't see them anymore.

I heard the battle cry of Caspian from somewhere to my left but I didn't chance taking a look as three Telmarines surrounded me out of nowhere and I was forced to take action.

"Saxum, terra, Clamavi ad te! Esto mea gladio! Esto mea clypeum!"

'Stone, earth, I call to you! Be my sword! Be my shield!' (This is probably wrong but I don't really care, Even if it is supposed to be Latin it shouldn't be as we are in Narnia!)

As the the strange tongue left my mouth, the Telmarines faltered a moment but that was all it was before cracks appeared in the ground, swallowing up several of them while sharp, dagger shaped rocks were shot from the ground magically killing others who had been approaching. I sighed from the use of so much power, exhaustion starting to take over and I knew I wouldn't last much longer fighting. If I was injured it would be very unlikely I would be able to heal myself. I had been using to much magic that night. I still wasn't completely back to my full magic levels like I was in the Golden Age, close, but not there yet.

"Archers!"

The cry reached my ears from above, putting me on the alert. Above us on balconys and ledges surrounding the courtyard, Telmarine archers were lining up.

Hearing Peter cry out, "ED!" in terror caught my attention. There stood Edmund, he had took out an archer by sliding down the roof and landing on him when the archer had been about to shoot me. Now he stood facing a whole line of Telmarine soldiers armed with crossbows. I aimed my staff up towards them and created a shield blocking them from getting to Ed or the arrows as my twin made a break for it, opening a door that was next to him and safely making it inside. For now at least.

I suddenly felt someone against my back as I faced off another foe, swinging my leg up the side into the air in a hard kick and hitting them in the side of the hide, sending them to the ground before I embedded the blade of my staff which I had kept. It came in handy as I didn't have a sword and I didn't want to change my staff to one instead, so I had both in one.

Glancing over my shoulder, I spotted it was Caspian who stood behind me. I was relieved to see that he was alright and not lying among the dead Narnians and soldiers who lay on the cold, wet ground. He gave a mad yet precise swing, finishing off his opponent before turning and spotting something. I turned aswell and saw Peter racing up a set of stairs and sending a hard kick to someones chest, forcing them away from him and disarming a couple of soldiers as he continued on with determination, to wherever he was planing.

"What is he doing?" I cried as I saw him race up several tight staircases of stone. It was only when I heard the pain-filled cry of a satyr. It was Tyrus. He was hanging off the edge of a balcony which held not only Miraz, who I'm guessing was his target but also several soldiers and one who Caspian had told me before hand was called Glozelle, which was holding a crossbow. He had shot Tyrus. Somehow the large Narnian creature had been strong and determined enough to keep his grip on the wall, unyielding. Miraz slowly strode towards him and pushed him off, sending him falling down towards us on the ground. Tyrus hit a tiles of roof and broke them straight through as he made his descent and landed with a loud thud which seemed to echo throughout the yard.

My magic seemed to flair once more. It seemed to be fueling up by the anger of the surrounding Narnians and their re-newed focus.

I had a strange feeling that Edmund was panicking and was in a dangerous situation. I would have to find him quickly. I noticed a small figure falling from a high window. It was Trumpkin. He fortunately landed on top of a Telmarine soldier, so his landing wasn't as rough as it could have been. The guards who had obviously pushed Trumpkin from the window ledge had then cut down the weights that kept the gate open.

A minotaur standing nearby, seeing this, quickly made his way over and with a yell of pain and effort forced the gate to remain open, but he wouldn't last long. Even a strong minotaur, such as Asterius would not be able to hold the gate up for very long.

"Fallback!" cried Peter. Caspian grabbed my hand and began to pull me towards the exit. I lurched my hand out of his grip.

"What are you doing?! We must go!"

I shuck my head, "All enchanters make a promise! A swear to Aslan. We must always be the last on our side of the battle to leave the field. There is always something we can do to help. And I am, Damn, well going to stick to that. While there are still breathing Narnians in this courtyard, I can't leave. I'm sorry!"

Caspian looked around hurriedly, "but you'll die!"

"If I must so be all knew it was a possibility when we came here. We are not immortal, Caspian. We all must die one day. Even me."

Caspian stepped forward crashing his lips to mine in a desperate kiss, "I beg you! Be careful! Come back to me!" His words were said against my lips neither of us wishing to leave the other but we both knew that Caspian couldn't stay.

I gave him a hard shove, knowing if we waited any longer one of us would be shot down, "Go!"

"We need to retreat! Now!" came Peter again.

"My family don't know I must stay, I always just said I needed to look for the wounded when we fought originally. They never suspected. It is a long kept secret which I intrust to you."

When he didn't leave I sent a blast of force, pushing him back a couple of steps, "GO!"

This time he went.

"Get her out of here!" order Peter. Thankfully he wasn't talking about me but Susan. I spotted Glenstorm swinging Susan up onto his back and charging for the ever-closing gate.

"Back to the gate! Go!"

"Caspian and Dawn!" cried Susan back at Peter.

"I'll find them! Go!" was his reply. I knew I would have to stay out of his sight. Make him believe I had left.

I could hear him calling out to all the Narnian soldiers, "Go! Get out! Go! Get out! Retreat!"

Looking around I saw Susan disappearing past the gate on Glenstorm's back but Asterius wasn't going to last much longer, his strength was failing him. I suddenly felt Edmund's panic spark up for a moment and I began to worry enormously, knowing I would not be able to find him in time if it was serious, then I felt his emotions calm and become more secure and smug and I knew he was alright and was escaping. Most likely on one of the eagles.

Caspian suddenly went riding through on a horse, with the Professor next to him on one side also upon a horse, while a tacked up spare horse was on his other side, which I was guessing was for Peter. I was glad to see that Professor Cornileus was alright.

"Draw back! Get out! Retreat!" called Peter once more, hoping that more Narnians would leave but they were resilient and would not give up.

Peter latched onto the side of the spare horse, kicking a guard as he pulled himself up into the sadle as he went. Just moments before that, Miraz had stolen the crossbow from Glozelle's hands and had shot Asterius in the leg, weakening him even more.

"Fire!"

I glanced up at the order and once again the Telmarines were shooting down at us. I screamed as one lodged itself in my shoulder and another in my leg and hip. I quickly broke off the shaft but left the arrowheads inside my flesh not daring to risk the blood loss as I was in no condition to heal them. I would last longer with them inside me, even if it caused more pain.

I beamed with pride as I Asterius, forcing himself to his full height to allow Caspian, Peter and the Professor to leave. Peter and Caspian heard my shout of agony and spun. Caspian quickly turned back around in his saddle, grabbing hold of Peter's horse's reins so as to make sure he didn't turn back and see me, forcing him to keep going.

Several more arrows were shot and finally, Asterius was taken down the gate landing on top of him as he collapsed.

The Narnians gather at the closed gate, those small enough slipped underneath or through the bars but the rest of us were trapped inside.

I stood next to one of Glenstorm's sons, the only one left. I was blocked by several fauns so I knew no one could see me and I knew none of the Narnians standing around me even noticed I was still there until I heard Susan call out to Peter.

"Where's Dawn?"

The Narnians on the other side of the gate began to yell so I pushed forwards towards the bars and grabbed onto one with my freehand and stared out at my family and my people, the ones who had managed to escape.

"NO! Dawn!" cried Peter in horror.

I forced my magic out and connected my mind to his, weakening myself further just like Asterius had done, 'I'm sorry, Peter. Tell Edmund, Lucy and Susan that I love them.' I could just barely see tears fall down his face as he shuck his head. He tried to force his horse back but Caspian wouldn't let him though by the tension in his back and shoulders I could tell he was having a hard time doing the same. Not that he could do anything the gate was closed.

"Oh, your majesty," sighed the son of Glenstorm next to me. All the Narnians were looking at me with dispare not for themselves but for me.

"I had no choice, I had to stay!"

I saw Susan shaking her head in denial, tears streaking her face and her eyes already red and puffy. I sent her a small watery small which she did not return.

"Go! Save yourselves!" cried a faun and soon all the Narnians around me began to yell the same thing. I saw Glenstorm give his son a nod in farewell.

I looked up at the centaur, "together?" He smiled down at me, kindly, "together, your highness."

"Dawn, call me Dawn. We might be about to die at each other's sides, call me Dawn."

"Orious, my lad- I mean, Dawn."

"Orious?" I wondered aloud.

"An ancestor of mine who died I am told just before you were crowned."

I nodded, "I knew him, he was very brave. He taught my brothers how to fight with a sword."

Taking his hand he swung me onto his back much like his father had done to my sister.

The Narnians were quickly overwhelmed and soon it was only Orious and I alone. I had fallen from his back, and was now standing with my back against his neck.

"Cease fire!" came the cry of Miraz.

Orious and I were surrounded by archers and they parted, allowing Glozelle and Miraz entrance.

"You were the girl with Caspian," spat Miraz.

"How dare you disrespect my Queen!" cried Orious in anger causing all the Telmarines attention to turn to me in shock.

"A queen? Queen of what? Freaks? Oh, I suppose you are the queen of the Narnians are you! One of the Queens of the Golden Age perhaps?" he mocked.

Orious took a threatening step forward, all crossbows suddenly pointed in his direction. I threw my arm out and grabbed the centaur's mane pulling him back slightly.

"Yes, I am actually."

"Well, are you the Valiant Queen?"

I shuck my head.

"Or maybe the Gentle Queen?"

I shuck my head again.

"No, no she was known for her archery skills and you carry a witch's staff."

"She is no witch!" boomed Orious in outrage, "she is an Enchantress! A pure magical being!"

"Oh, a Pure Magical Being is she?" mocked Miraz, creating a laugh from the Telmarines present.

"You must by the Enchanting Queen."

This time it wasn't a question so I remained still as a statue.

"Oh, you are enchanting, I must say," his eyes did a once over of me making me feel sick, Orious once again took a threatening step forward as he was no blind to Miraz's actions. "Even enchanted my own nephew," the viol man continued, "but you and your pack of wild barbarians will lose!" cried Miraz in anger seeing he was getting nothing from us and would continue to do so.

"We will never lose! Not while we have belief in Aslan! Not while we remain strong and true! You will never win!"

This was the last straw for Miraz.

"Kill them."

Arrow after arrow shot into the air each penetrating our skin. My ears only faintly caught a sound. It was obviously close by but the sound of Orious and my cries of agony, muffled it as we collapsed onto the ground to die among the bodies of our fellow Narnians.

That sound was a lion's roar.