AN: So I hope I didn't freak you out with the end of that chapter haha...

Wounded

Lucy stood up. "We must go to them now! Please, will you help Aslan?"

"Of course. As will you."

"I know I must."

"Climb on my back, you, Bear, follow closely behind."

"Your High Majesty, I do not know if I can keep up with you."

"Do you know your way there?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then go."

The Bear headed off towards Aslan's How. "Aslan, will they be alright?"

"I can not tell you the future, dear one. But, I think your friends have slept long enough, don't you?"

Aslan let out a roar that filled the air and seemed to make the mountains shake. Before Lucy knew what was happening, they were running with the trees. Lucy wanted to enjoy every minute of it, but she just wanted to go help her brothers.

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March... march...march... the rhythmic marches of the Telmarines kept on. How many were there? They seemed to never end. He shook the thoughts out of his head.

"Come on energy, stay here."

He felt like he might collapse right then and there. But then the memory of the Battle of Beruna came to his mind and he remembered the pain and the feeling of death. He did not want to feel that again.

He thought about Peter. Was he still alive?

Apparently he stopped to think about that for to long. A surging pain went through his back. He was all to familiar with that. His knees met the ground and the sounds of the battle were no longer there. Blackness started to surround him.

"No..."

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Caspian looked around. How would they win? He saw Narnians fall all around him. And where was Edmund? He looked around. Thank goodness there was a break for him to catch his breath. And that's when he saw it. Red, on the ground. Only two people there had red on. And one of them was wounded and in the How.

"Oh no. Edmund."

He ran as fast as he could, in and out of Telmarine soldiers, hitting a few of them along the way. He knelt down next toEdmund. He was face first in the grass, a wound in his back with blood flowing out. He was breathing, but this was all to familiar to Caspian. He slowly turned Edmund over. His eyes were half open, but he didn't seem to be there.

"Edmund...Edmund!" Caspian said.

Glenstorm had seen what happened and was now fighting over them, keeping soldiers from attacking Caspian or hurting Edmund even more.

"I have to get him out of here." Caspian looked around for a place where there wasn't any battle happening. He carefully picked Edmund up.

Oh dang, why did he have to be so heavy?

Glenstorm swooped down and picked Edmund up, running out of the battle field and towards the How. Caspian didn't know where he was going, but he couldn't think about it as more soldiers surrounded him

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Glenstorm galloped towards the How. He knew the entrance was blocked off, but he went there anyway. Archers looked down at Glenstorm, with pure horror on their faces. Both of their Kings of old were wounded now? Darn Telmarines!

An archer jumped down to help Glenstorm. He laid Edmund down right next to the door, and was standing in front of him fighting off Telmarines. Other archers shot at them.

But then, a loud rumbling noise... and the Telmarines were running away.

The trees!

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General Glozelle lay on the ground now, limp. Something grabbed him... but what was it? Caspian was confused. But before he knew it he was staring at moving tress. All the stories were true! Trees could move! One was down. The other, obviously mad, took down a catapult.

Aslan.

Caspian never met him, but he had a feeling Aslan was coming to help.

At last.

AN: And this story is almost over! Shortest story I have written ever. The next one is probably the last chapter. Thanks for sticking with me! And I still enjoy reviews like crazy(;