Here's the next chapter ands thank you for all of the reviews that were on the last chapter, they all made me smile :)

So here it is the raid on the castle.

Edmund walked through the castle corridors with two guards walking, one in front of him and one behind him, with him. Their footsteps echoed off of the stone tiles and every step that Edmund took forward made him want to go back.

Although he wasn't sure if he wanted to go back to the big, nice room that they had given him. It didn't feel like he was in the right place of Narnia, but Edmund found that he couldn't judge the character of any of these people brilliantly.

All he knew was that Lord Miraz seemed to be a very nice Lord.

The big doors opened and the two guards at the door just stood taking no notice of anything. The two guards who had been walking with Edmund stopped and indicated for Edmund to continue on inwards.

Edmund swallowed and began to walk into the room. The guards stood by the door pulled it shut and the black haired Pevensie jumped at the sound and turned to look back at the way he had come, wishing for nothing else then to pull the door of it's hinges and walk out of the room.

"Edmund." Spoke a voice, a voice that the young King recognised easily. Miraz's. Edmund turned to face the Lord, he was sat in a chair at the end of a long, empty table and Edmund feared as to what he had done. But he couldn't even guess as it was only the two of the who were in the room at this moment in time.

"Come, sit down." Edmund did as he was told, his mind having to fight to get his legs to move in the direction that he wisey wanted them to do so. They wanted to go the other way and honestly Edmund wanted to go that way too.

Edmund sat down in the chair that was left of the Lord, the one that he had pointed to, and then looked up to the face of said Lord who was sat at the head of the table. The young King forced his hands under the wooden table, to keep them from the Lord's view. He didn't want to be seen shaking.

The doors opened again and Lord Glozelle and Lord Sopespian walked in. Lord Sopespian sat opposite Edmund and Lord Glozelle sat next to him. Edmund's fear only grew.

That was until food was placed on the table and servants started to pour them out glasses of wine or water, chucking different foods onto a plate and placing them in front of Edmund.

The young King refused to eat, so much as a mouthful of it.

Despite how good the food looked and how much Edmund knew that he had to eat something at somepoint, he found himself with no appitite at all when he was in the face of food.

"Are we not hungry?" Lord Sopespian asked. Edmund looked up at the Lord and said nothing, "It's not poisoned if that is your worry, Edmund."

Lord Miraz and Lord Glozelle looked upbruptly back up at Lord Sopespian. What was he trying to do.

"Why would you say that?" Lord Glozelle asked.

"Why if young Edmund does not eat, because he assumes the food to be poisoned then-" Then Miraz snapped.

"Why would he think it to be poisoned, I believe that we have Edmund's trust." Edmund didn't move, "If I ever here anything like that from you again, I will make sure that you never see another dawn."

Edmund needed an escape.

The young King stood, gaining the Lords attention as easily as a hunting bird kills it's pray.

"Are you alright? Lord Glozelle asked the young boy.

"I just don't feel very well." Edmund replied.

"Get some rest, we can talk tomorrow." Lord Miraz replied. Edmund nodded before leaving the room. As soon as he was out of sight of the guards that stood by the door he broke into a run and ran the rest of the journey back to his room, not stopping once for no one.

A couple of minutes later there was a knock on the door of Edmund's room and the young King of old rose from the bed to answer it. He almost expected it to be Lord Miraz, but to his surprise it wasn't.

Instead stood at the door was Lord Sopespian.

"Can I come in?" The Lord asked and Edmund just couldn't say no, so as not to put himself in more trouble.

"Well Edmund." Edmund Pevensie didn't like where this seemed to be heading. Then Edmund realised his mistake.

The book!

When he had taken it, the book had been open on the page of the Kings and Queens of old and now the same book lay open on that same page on his bed. Lord Sopespian had always been suspicious of Edmund, but the young Pevensie was now sure that the Lord knew exactly who he was and most probably had jumped to conclusion's about why Edmund was here and what he was doing.

"Or should I say King Edmund." Lord Sopespian said as he looked at the book before turning his head back to face Edmund, "The Just. One of the Kings of Old." Edmund answered quickly trying to get himself out of a situation that he knew that he couldn't.

"Just because my name's Edmund dosen't mean that I'm a King."

"No it dosen't does it." Lord Sopespian was changing his mind. Edmund had done it, "But reading that book, your sword and shield almost do give it away." He hadn't done it.

"That still dosen't make me a King." Edmund countered, "I found them on my journey around the woods."

"Edmund, I think that many my believe that you are not a King, maybe even our Lord Miraz, but I..." The Lord paused. Edmund froze. And in the seconds afterwards everything moved to quickly for Edmund to register it for a moment. Suddenly all of the breath was knocked out of him, he felt a solid surface behind him (a wall maybe) and something gripping at his throat. "...am not a fool and most definatly do not believe your lies."

Edmund registered everything now. Lord Sopespian had pushed him up against the wall and held a tight and storng gripping hand to his throat. The young boy only knew that he could barely breath and something in his chest was aching more than just a bruise would.

Lord Sopespian pushed Edmund even furthur back into the wall, however he did release his grip on Edmund's throat.

"Enjoy your last hours." The Lord headed for the door and Edmund almost breathed again, but before the Lord left he turned back to face Edmund and spoke the word that made the younger shiver, "Alive that is."

The night was dark and the castle was shrouded in mist as a griffin approched. It's wings moving the air and mist away from it as it headed for the sleeping castle. The griffin carried Nikabrick and Trufflehunter. As the griffin landed on the roof point of the tower that they had chosen they all hid out of sight of the guard.

The griffin grabbed the guard when he wasn't looking and the dwarf and badger jumped down. Nikabrick carried a torch which they soon lit and used as a signal beam.

Four more griffins flew in towards the castle. These griffins carried Peter, Susan, Caspian and Trumpkin. Outside of the castle stood Glenstorm and Asterius with all of their troops stood behind them. Seeing the signal they all began to walk closer to the castle.

Another guard walked around by the gate and from a little tile in the ground enmerged Reepicheap and his little army of two mice, all of them carried swords. and they all creeped in to the castle through the holes that were in the gate before running along the stone tiles before looking up and seeing the griffins fly in with their leaders.

The griffin carring Caspian flew ahead. The Prince drew his sword and used it to knock one of the guards off of the tower and to the ground. One guard who carried a crossbow noticed the light that Nikabrick and Trufflehunter held and aimed his arrow at them, but Susan was quicker and shot him in the back before he could shoot at them. Thne other guard noticed this and turned around, but it was too late for the griffin carrying Peter had already placed him on the walkway and Peter had his sword drawn.

The guard stood no chance. The griffin's flew away after placing the four down safely on the walkway.

Another guard carried a torch outside and didn't notice the figure that followed him until it was too late. He turned and drew his sword and put a finger to his mouth in a action of trying to make the solider be quiet. The solider said nothing and was hit behind on the head by one of the dwarfs that had come with them. The mice scaled up the wall and along ropes that lead into the castle.

More specifically the room that would allow them to open the gate.

The three mice crept along the floor of the castle, Reepicheap sniffing before drawing his sword. Then looking around the corner they spotted a ginger coloured cat. Reepicheap smiled before advancing around the corner.

Susan looked over the edge of the tower at Peter who was scaling down the wall on a rope. Caspian was already on the ledge and he carefully knocked on the window that was next to him.

"Professor?" Peter stepped down onto the ledge just as Caspian managed to get the window open using his dagger. Peter and Caspian looked inside before the Prince put a foot forward and began to head inside.

The room was dark and there were books scattered all over the place. Peter followed along behind Caspian looking around the room full of books on them and everything else. Caspian had made his way over to the desk and was picking up a pair of glasses. By now Susan and Trumpkin had also made their way into the room and they too were looking around.

"I have to find him." Caspian mumbled.

"You don't have time." Peter replied, just as quietly, "You need to get the gate open."

"You wouldn't even be here without him." Caspian threw back, his tone getting just a little louder. "And neither would I."

Peter looked to Susan.

"You and I can deal with Miraz." She told him before looking to Caspian.

"And I can still get to the gate in time." Caspian replied before looking to Peter, then back to Susan before running off out of the room having a good idea of where to head. The dungeons.

Trumpkin too left the room after the Prince leaving only King Peter and Queen Susan in the small room.

A Telmarine guard enter the room where the cat slept, but what he found was a cat that was tied in knots. Quite literally. Ropes were over the cats nose and around it's paws. This gave Reepicheap and his mice a very easy exit.

That was if they had chosen to take it.

The guard looked around and Reepicheap drew his sword. The guard hearing the sound turned around to see and him hanging upside down by his tail.

"Yes, I'm a mouse." Reepicheap said taking the words out of the Telmarines mouth before killing him with a single hit. If only he had a piece of cheese for each time someone said 'but your a mouse' to him, He'd be rich in cheese by now.

Reepicheap jumped to the ground and signalled the other two mice who accopanied him all of them running along the floor to where another guard stood. Knocking him down onto the floor before easily killing him and heading for the door, standing on one another's heads, so that Reepicheap could reach the lock and undo the bolt by turning the key. This opened the door and revealed Trumpkin.

Another guard had entered the room and spotted the dwarf, but he didn't live long enough to do anything about it as Trumpkin already had an arrow drawn and shot him before he had even gotten to draw his sword.

"Ah we were expecting someone, you know, taller." Reepicheap said to the dwarf.

"You're one to talk."

"Is that supposed to be irony?" Reepicheap said as he placed his sword back into it's sheath before heading towards the controls. Trumpkin shutting the door behind him.

Down in the dungeons on the floor lay Caspian's professor. The Prince pulled open the metal door and ran to his professor's side, shaking him slightly as if to wake the older man.

"Five more minutes." He said as the Professor turned to look at him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked dryly as Caspian used the set of keys that he had to undo the shakles that kept him here. "I didn't help you escape just so you could break back in." Caspian pulled him up onto his feet. "You have to get out before Miraz learns you're here."

"He's going to learn soon enough." Caspian said as he held out the glasses to his professor who carefully took them from the young Prince, "We are giving him your cell." Caspian went to run, but he was stopped.

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

"What are you talking about?" Caspian asked.

"I'm sorry." Caspian's rage built up and he ran off back up the stairs a new route planned in his mind.

Peter and Susan ran through the corridors. Peter's hand on the hilt of his sword and Susan's bow in her hand with an arrow already placed in position ready for if she needed it. The pair were surprised to have not found any interference on the way here.

Miraz turned his head, waking to a sword being placed a his throat. He smiled and chuckled as he found himself starring into the eyes of Caspian.

"Thanks goodness you're safe."

"Get up." Caspian moved back slightly as Miraz got up, but never enough to move the sword to far away from his throat. Miraz pulled the covers back pushing them back onto his sleeping wife who was then sleeping no more.

"Caspian?"

"Stay where you are." Caspian told

"What are you doing?"

"I should think it's obvious, dear. You know, some families might consider this inappropriate behaviour."

"That doesn't seen to have stopped you!"

"But you are not like me, are you?" "It's sad. The first time you've shown any backbone... and it's such a waste." Caspian didn't notice as Lady Prunaprismia reached to a space behind the head of their bed and pulled out a crossbow.

"Put the sword down, Caspian." as she pointed it at him, "I don't want to do this.

"We don't want you to either." Susan said as she ran into the room, arrow pointed at Lady Prunaprismia and Peter had his sword drawn.

"This used to be a private room." Miraz said as he placed his hands on his hips.

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

"No!" Caspian began to shake, his sword shaking slightly too, "Tonight for once, I want the truth." Caspian pushed Miraz back towards the window, "Did you kill my father?"

"Now we get to it."

"You said your brother died in his sleep." Questioned Lady Prunaprismia.

"That was more or less true." Miraz replied.

"Caspian, this won't make things any better." Susan tried to get some reason into Caspian hoping that it might help the situation.

"We Telmarines would have nothing had we not taken it. Your father knew that as well as anyone."

"How could you?" Said Lady Prunaprismia as she lowered the crossbow slightly.

"For the same reason you will pull that trigger." Caspian pushed the sword into Miraz'a neck, drawing blood, "For our son."

"Stop."

"Stay right there." Susan shouted pointing her arrow directly as to where she wanted it.

"You need to make a choice, dear. Do you want our child to be King? Or do you want him to be like Caspian here?" Miraz walked forwards as he spoke, Caspian's sword digging into his neck still, "Fatherless!"

"No!" Lady Prunaprismia shouted as she fired the arrow from her crossbow, the arrow hitting Caspian's left arm right inbetween his elbow and shoulder, out of pain he dropped the sword and Miraz moved out of the way.

"Caspian!" Peter shouted.

Susan too fired her own arrow it ended up hitting the door that Miraz used as an escape just above the Lord's head. The door shut behind Miraz and Peter went to follow him, but soon found that the door was locked. By this time Susan had moved to stand by Caspian's side as the Prince held his arm and leaned aver a chair.

Nikabrick and Trufflehunter were waiting for their signal, when Nikabrick accidently dropped the torch, the lit piece of wood falling down to the next layer of the tower. At the same time a guard opened the door of that floor and looked out curiously as to what the noise was.

Trufflehunter and Nikabrick made their way down the stairs carefully looking to see if there were any other guards. Halfway down the staircase the pair looked out of a small stone open window space to see the guard picking up the torch. In fear that he might turn around and see them, Nikabrick and Trufflehunter moved to hide behind the side of the window, out of the sight line of the Telmarine guard.

Not even a minute later the warning bells started ringing.

The small dwarf and badger looked at each other in confusion, before looking around them slightly, wondering what could have possibly gone wrong. The guard too looked around, as if trying to find the cause of the problem.

Down by the unopened gate Glenstorm and Asterius stood waiting with their army behind them. Pattertwig, the small squirrel looked up in confusion at the torch which was being waved around by the guard as he looked for any intruders.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The squirrel question the larger centaur and minotaur. No one had an answer to it's simple question.

Nikabrick and Trufflehunter, as the warning bells continued to ring, jumped out of the window and onto the guard, pushing him down to the ground.

"We're under attack!"

"Sound the alarm!" The Telmarine soliders began to grab armour and weapons.

"Men! Grab your bows!"

Many Telmarines shouted orders as it had finally been realised that the oldest King and Queen of Narnia and their own Prince Caspian, not that all of the Telmarines knew that it was Caspian and two of the kings and queens of old, had been noticed by Lord Miraz.

Edmund too was with the soliders. The young King was making sure tht no one could see him. The King took some Telmarine armour and quickly put it on, before grabbing his sword and shield.

The castle was under attack and who by Edmund didn't know, but he had to find out, because something was telling him to do so. Something was drawing him out onto the courtyard that was becoming a battlefield.

Lead by Prince Caspian, the Prince, Susan and Peter ran through the corridors, listing to the ringing of the warning bells and any distant shouting that they happened to hear. Susan stopped suddenly, while Peter and Caspian continuing running.

The Gentle Queen had thought for a minute that she had felt something pulling her in a different direction, but it vanished quickly and Susan instead noticed that Peter seeed to be heading towards the entrance to the castle and not the way that Caspian had said would lead them out of the castle and to what should be, safety.

"Peter!" She called and half questioned her older brother.

"Our troops are just outside! Come on!" He shouted back trying to get them to try and follow him. By them he meant Susan and Caspian, the Prince of who still held his injured arm and had fallen behind slightly, allowing the blonde to overtake and take the lead through the castle corridors.

Peter ran along the castle floors imtil they all made it outside. Peter who was the quickest was in the lead and placed a hand to the hilt of his sword as he ran through the courtyard, before drawing it and shouting out to Nikabrick and Trufflehunter.

"Now, signal the troops!" As Peter spoke two guards ran towards him not that two guards were a real problem for him to deal with.

"We're a bit busy." Nikabrick mumbled to himself as he pushed his knife against the guards sword, who was pushing the smaller dwarf against the towers edge, while Trufflehunter was stood on the small open part of the ledge.

Nikabrick in the end managed to hit the guard in the nose, before the two of them continued their fight of sword on knife.

Peter down on the ground floor of the courtyard was swinging his sword through the two guards bodies with out any real mercy for them at all. Once they had both fallen he contined on his way towards the gate.

In the end, Trufflehunter got involved scratching the Telmarine guards face, blinding him for a moment, a moment long enough for the dwarf to run the thin blade of his knife right through him. As soon as the fight was over, Nikabrick picked up the piece of wood which was now no longer burning.

Peter grabbed the wheel that would open the gate and began turning it. Susan and Caspian running up behind him, Susan's bow still held tightly in her hand.

"Peter! It's too late." Caspian drew his sword and Susan looked around at the aproching guards, some of who were carrying torches, "We have to call it off while we can."

"No, I can still do this!"Peter told them firmly, "Help me!" Susan and Caspian looked at each other for the spilt of a second before Caspian placed his sword away and Susan put away her bow. Before both of them ran over to help Peter.

Up in the gate tower, Trumpkin, Reepicheap and the two other mice tried their best, using all of the strength that they possesed, to push the huge wheels around to get the drawbridge open in order to give their army a easy entry.

The drawbridge, as could be expected, did begin to go down and all of the troops got ready to charge, but they knew that they couldn't for they hadn't been given the right signal and for now there was no signal at all.

"Exactly who are you doing this for, Peter?" Susan asked the blonde as she turned the wheel along with Peter and Caspian. Peter just looked at Susan, almost hatefully, but something told him that his younger sister by a year was right.

Who was he doing this for?

Many names came to mind, but none of them fitted except for one, Edmunds. And even that didn't seem to fit right as he had no idead where his younger brohter was.

Guards began to fill the space of the courtyard extremly quickly mutliplying like a disease.

Looking over his shoulder Nikabrick could see this and began to try and get the flint to light even quicker.

"Come on!" Trufflehunter mumbled as Nickbrick still continued to try and get the flints to light.

After a few more attempts surprisingly they did light and Trufflehunter quickly handed Nikabrick the stick of wood and once it was lit, Trufflehunter handed it to Nikabrick who began to signal the awaiting troops.

Glenstorm, with his sword in his right hand, reared up and with all of his voice strength shouted out a very clear and strong, "Charge!" As soon as the centuar's feet hit the floor once again the whole ary charged forward at full spead, dashing along the ground as they ran towards the Telmarine castle.

Glenstorm's shouting echoing into the night, eventually fading, being smothered by the noise of the army's charge.

Peter, Susan and Caspian were still busy turning the wheel to get the gate open. When once again they looked around to see even more Telmarine soliders arriving at the scene.

"We're under attack!" Seemed to be their common shout. Either that or it was the only three words that they knew in the face of danger.

The two guards that stood on the other side of the drawbridge watched as it continued it's journey down, deciding their was nothing they could do to stop it, they turned around drew their swords and began listening, watching and waiting as the Narnian army continued their charge along the stone bridge.

And even though they were only extremly far in the distance you could easily here their shouts of "Attack! Attack!"

The guards could only hope that the metal gate in front of them would remian standing.

Asterius ran ahead of the group, his speed was praised in such a battle situation and plan, his what could be deadly axe gripped in his hand. The drawbridge finally touched the stone bridge, leaving the path to the castle almost clear apart from one simple obstacle.

With one simple slash of concentrated power, the minotaur easily broke the gate, leaving the whole army a simple entrance before he focused on killing the guards, a simple task for one of who possessed such power.

As soon as the guards fell the whole army took to the drawbridge, their force much more than any Telmarine couls have ever excpected.

Lead now by Asterius, who slaughtered every guard that even dared to challenge him, the Narnian's made move to take back their land and with the gate now open they had nothing to stop them.

Asterius let out a cry as he passed through the gate with Glenstorm and the rest of the army hot on his heels or hooves, Peter, Susan and Caspian heard this and turned around knowing now that the time had come.

Letting go of the heavy, wooden, wheel and turning around the High King drew his sword using his right hand and pointed it forward, the High Queen pulled out her bow in her left hand and placedher right back onto one of her beautiful red and gold tipped arrows and the Prince to drew his sword and he too pointed it forwards, holding it firmly in his right hand.

"For Narnia!" Peter shouted as the Narnian's ran into the castle at a full speed charge. As soon as Peter had finished his shout, Susan drew an arrow and the Narnians echoed the High King's shout, even if it was sometimes only with growls.

Edmund heard the words echoing off of the walls and he began to wonder if his siblings were here. But why would they be attacking the castle of a kind Lord, unless Lord Miraz was the exact opposite and Edmund had been playing into his hands.

The Just King of old began running. If his family was here or any Narnian creatures than he had to find them.

Glenstorm was fast, unbeatable as he slayed two Telmarines in one simple swing. More centuars that followed him doing the same as well as the rest of their army. Peter too ran over and joined his army of Narnians, some of who he was sure decended from some old friends of theirs.

Peter too stuck mercilessly striking down solider by solider without pause for thought.

Reepicheap, the small mouse dashed along the floor, his speed not being stopped as he remained a hidden weapon to all of the unwaiting soliders that were stood above him and the other two mice.

Caspian ran ahead towards some of the guards and cut down every one of the who stood in his way.

Susan too made busy work of firering her arrows, each one killing the solider that it hit. After firering one she would draw another, but this time the situation was slightly different and she drew and arrow and using her own hand she forced it into the solider who tired to attack her from the set of stone steps.

Susan pulled the same arrow out and threw it at another Telmarine who was approching her, getting a direct him to the heart.

A faun made his way up to one of the castle's ledges joining some other fauns and some leopards who were up there fighting. The fauns that had accompanied them couldn't be questioned in their bravery.

Edmund climbed up the roof of part of the castle, from there he had a view of the whole courtyard and the Telmarine archers that were getting ready to kill their enemy.

"Archers!" Some Telmarine shouted distracting Susan, who began looking up at the ledge that was once empty and was now filling with Telmarine archers, "Pick a target!" The same voice shouted as all of the archers chose what they thought to be a 'good', 'simple' or 'easy target.'

"Take aim!"

One of them, unfortunatly for the chosen target or more for themselves, had chosen Peter.

Edmund watched as one of the archers aimed his crossbow at who he could recognise to be Peter without a second of thought. Although Edmund thought that his brother would of come looking around the castle for him it was possible that the blonde Pevensie brother didn't know that his missing sibling was in this castle at all.

But that made no difference to the fact that they were brothers. And Edmund wouldn't let these soliders have the chance at killing his brother.

Edmund swung his whole body over the roof and slid down the tiles, his leg hitting the archer that was aiming for Peter on the back and in shock and from Edmund's force he fell over the edge of the balcany with a loud scream, with Edmund taking the place were he was previously stood.

Peter cut down his opponant and turned at the sound of a loud scream. He had no clue why, but as he looked up at the group of archers he felt like shouting something.

Oh Aslan why weren't things ever simple.

In the end Peter did shout something. His mind was telling him to find his brother, so that's what he tried to do. "Ed!" He shouted as he turned to fight more Telmarines. Peter hadn't noticed his brother. He just didn't have Lucy's keen eye for things like that.

Edmund had heard Peter shout out his name, but the young boy knew that Peter hadn't seen him, so he had no clue as to why he had shouted out like that. The younger of the two Pevensie brothers turned his head to the left and noticed that one of the archers had seen him.

And like dominos, after one falls they all do, after one had noticed him the rest had and they all turned their crossbows and pointed them right at him. Edmund ran along the stone, hoping that his speed was faster than arrows.

He pushed his left side into the door it opened and he fell straight to the floor, but that didn't matter at this moment and point in Narnian time. A few arrows made their way through the open door before, by using his right foot, Edmund managed to push the door shut. The arrows that had been fired just making dents in it, but they didn't go through and for that Edmund was glad.

Lord Miraz walked out from one of the rooms that lead to a wide balcany from which he had view of the whole courtyard which had now become a battlefield of Telmarines and Narnian's.

The High King continued to slash soliders with his sword, that was until he looked up and noticed Miraz watching them from above. He looked to his right, towards a minotaur, who quickly finished his fight as Peter ran off.

Caspain to was busy fighting his share of Telmarine soliders that when he too looked up to see Peter and a minotaur they were already making their way through Telmarines. While Peter held off a small group, the minotuar jumped up onto one of the nearby roof boards and onto the set of stairs making quick work of any who put themselves infront of him.

Miraz, from his place on the middle of the wide balcany, watched the approching Minotaur. Peter, too had made his way onto the stairs by now and was advancing up to join his helper.

The Narnian made a huge leap upwards and hooked his black, fur covered arms over the balcany and there he was hanging from the balcany's edge.

Miraz moved back in shock.

The Narnian made move to throw his axe, however an arrow shot him in the top of his arm and he dropped the axe, luckily it didn't fall onto his High Kings head, but instead a Telmarine. The minotaur had been shot by a crossbow that was weilded by Lord Glozelle, who had arrived just in time to save Lord Miraz. Two more archers had followed him up and they too had their crossbows pointed at the creature.

The minotaur, who was only holding on to the balcany now by one hand, growled as Miraz approched him.

The Lord pushed the minotaur back, who once again growled a bit louder this time, as he lost his grip and fell backwards, down towards the ground. Peter could do nothing, but watch him fall, the minotaur smashing through some stone tiles in a small roof, hitting a ledge and then making a quick decent to the hard stone floor.

Peter swallowed.

His anger raged.

He killed the Telmarine that he was fighting in the fallen minotaurs name, for that minotaur was everything that some of his past kind weren't.

"Get that gate closed." Miraz said as he pointed to the gate. Some soliders moved to do just that.

Edmund, who was now at the top of a very tall tower, ran through a door before turning to push it shut. He thought quickly and used his brand new torch as something to hold the door back.

He turned his attention away from the door and then looked around. He walked over to the edge wall of the tower and looked down, but the only thing that greeted him was stone rocks.

Force pushed at the door and it moved on it's hinges. Edmund turned around and through the small barred window he could see Telmarine soliders. And suddenly Edmund panicked, like he never had done before.

Two more Telmarine soliders broke through the locked door that lead to the gate room, drawing their swords. Trumpkin still remained in the room and was stood over by the window at the sound of the door breaking in he drew an arrow and placed it into his bow.

He shot one solider, but while he did another one ran at him, this one had a shield and a drawn sword and although Trumpkin had an arrow already in place, however he couldn't fire it quickly enough as the guard hit him with his shield, causing the small D.L.F. to fall off of the edge, drop his bow, fall on to a Telmarine and then to the ground of the courtyard, landing on his head and back.

The soliders up in the gate tower, using an axe, began cutting at the chain of a cylinder of gas, which affected very few of the Nanrian's.

Asterius, now one of the only remaining Minotaurs that was in this dark battlefield, looked around and saw something that made the blood in him go slightly chilled.

The wheel that allow them to open the gate was now turning the other way, the metal gate itself shutting. Asterius knew that if it did shut that they would be slaughtered or kept prisisner as a mean of barganing surender.

Young Queen Lucy hadn't been allowed to come with them to the castle and no one knew where Edmund was, so if Peter and Susan were to die, then the poor girl would be all on her own. Especially if no one ever found the Just King again.

Without so much as a second thought the minotaur leader ran forward towards the unnoticed, to everyone else, shutting gate. Asterius stood under the gate and even though it continued shutting down onto him he didn't give up. He let out a gaint growl before halting the gate at where it was at that point in time.

Susan had heard his growl and was now looking around once again for any sight of her older brother, but instead caught sight of Asterius who was being ignored by everyone else.

Peter swallowed again as he had now noticed the action and then he summoned up all of the voice that he could and called out a loud and clear, "Fall back!" Every Narnian heard it and Caspian who had been watching Peter took off at a high speed run.

Knowing exactly what could help them and who he had to get out of here.

The High King made his way back down the stone steps, fighting Telmarine by Telmarine, slaughtering every one as they blocked his way.

"We need to retreat! Now!" He called to the leopard that followed him down the steps, he being one of the few survivors that had dared to climb to the higher regions of the castle.

"Go!" Susan turned around at the sound of Peter's voice, while her older brother, using his sword, pointed to Glenstorm and then looked slightly towards his younger sister out of the corner of his eye, "Get her out of here!" It wasn' something that could be ignored. The High King wanted his sister out of here. He had no clue what had happened to Edmund.

He had already let one sibling down and he didn't intend to let down another.

Glenstorm, being as loyal as he was, with sword still held galloped towards Queen Susan. "Back to the gate! Go!" Peter shouted his orders as he used his sword to point towards the gate.

Susan reached out a hand of her own to grab the offered hand that Glenstorm had outstreched for her to take. She took his hand, and with his help, pulled herself up onto the centaur's back, her bow still held tightly in her left hand. While Glenstorm charged forward, silver sword in his right. She turned to look at Peter before shouting at him.

"Caspian!"

"I'll find him!" Peter shouted back before turning his attentions back to the remaining Narnian's, "Go! Get out! Go! Get out! Retreat!" Simple orders, or at least you would think them to be such.

The gate fell down even further, pushing the minotaur into the ground below. Glenstorm made his charge forward as he lead most of the fleeling Narnian's, cutting down the Telmarines that attemped to stop him from getting thier High Queen out of the way of danger, injury and maybe even death.

Asterius was no fool and he knew well of the old tales of the White Witch, Jadis and the minotaurs that had followed her, escically of General Optim. But this minotaur was nothing like them. With a final fierce growl he pushed the gate upwards, so that not only was he standing straight, but his arms were locked straight up as well. Pushing the gate high enough up to allow Glenstorm to get Susan out of the castle.

"Follow me!" Glenstorm shouted and all of the Narnian's did.

However in the moment that Susan had passed through the gate, she had looked at the Asterius and in him for a minute she had seen something of General Optim. His battle stratergy, speed, strength. But she had also seen something else in him, something that she had seen in very few minotaurs, even when she had ruled as High Queen.

She had seen bravery, courage, strong will (the strongest that she had ever seen)and more important than all of that, love.

Asterius was just a different type of minotaur. He stood above all of the others and that was certain. And in the Gentle Queens heart he would always hold a place there, dead or alive.

Edmund, although very high up, heard his brothers cry for retreat and began to panic even more and then thr door was pushed open by two Telmarine soliders, both of whom draw their swords at the sight of Edmund. The young King was still pushed against the end of the tower wall.

He was no fool. And sadly Edmund knew that he was trapped.

Edmund could go back no furthur. And then from the door emerged the one and only... Peter! No, just poor Edmund's luck, but it was not his older brother it was actually Lord Sopespian.

"Dear King Edmund, don't be a fool, if you jump back you will die." The Lord smiled. "Is that what you want?"

"Better than being trapped." Edmund replied, edging back desperatly, as much as he could.

"What about your brother and sisters," Edmund froze, "Yes your dear King Peter and Queen Susan are down there retreating right now, I don't know about Queen Lucy, but why don't you find out."

What in the world of Narnian was he surgesting.

"Live a little longer, Edmund..." The King dropped his arms to his side, the guards placed their swords away and grabbed a hold of him. The Lord smiled and Edmund wanted nothing more than for Peter, or himself, to run the Lord through.

"...and die at my hand." The Lord replied evily as the guards, lead by him, went through the castle halls.

Edmund had surrendered.

Two massive castle doors were pushed open and from them emerged Caspain, in tow his professor. The two rode horses and Caspian was leading a third. The Prince and professor halted their horses to look up at Lord Miraz and Lord Glozelle, who had his hand held in waiting to give an order.

Almost on sight of spotting Caspian, Miraz had made a decision.

"Give the order."

Caspian turned his head to look at Peter before he kicked on his horse, Doctor Cornelius doing the same.

"My men are still down there." Lord Glozelle replied, his hand not having moved to give any form of order yet.

"Draw back! Get out! Retreat!" Peter was still running around shouting at the Narnian's.

Lord Miraz turned and grabbed the crossbow out of Lord Glozelle's hands and made means to give the order his self.

"Now!" He shouted at the same time, shooting an arrow that hit Asterius in the top of his leg.

Peter jumped up onto the back of the horse that Caspian had rather thoughtly brought out for him.

"Fire!" The Telmarines shouted as they began to shoot numerous arrows at the fleeing Prince, High King and professer.

Asterius, the dear brave friend of Narnia, despite his injury tried to push the gate up higher once again to allow the horses and remining centaurs to flee.

A few seconds after Peter and Caspian had escaped, the injured minotaur felt the gates wait pushing him down and unforetunatly, this time, the metal gate did just that.

It landed on the back of the minotuar leaving a small gap, but that one big enough for anything more than a mouse or a squirrel, like Reepicheap, who managed to slide under, not forgetting to praise the fallen friend for his efforts as he did so.

Peter halted his horse and looked back at his army, many of who had been trapped, were now being hit by the Telmarines arrows for they had no where to run to. Yet even in this situation they proved their faith in Peter.

"Run for your life!"

"Save yourself!"

They all shouted in chorus. Peter turned his head to face Susan, who was still on Glenstorm's back with all those who had managed to escape. Susan and Glenstorm looked down. Peter turned to face the gate once again.

"Peter! The bridge!" Reepicheap called.

The drawbridge was rising. Reepicheap hopped across and Peter kicked his horse on, managing to make the wide leap from rising drawbridge to stone bridge. All of those who escaped took this as a cue to run.

Trapped Narnian's still shouted at them, but not meanly or in a desparete plea for them to turn around and save them, but instead a shout of a different kind.

"Leave us! Go, brothers!"

"In the name of Aslan!" They all shouted as the drawbridge rose up covering the gate. The Telmarines couryard had once been a battlefield that night, but now it was part of a Narnian's army's grave.

As if to try and make a point Lord Sopespian, who was now avoiding Lord Miraz, walked Edmund through the now deadly silent courtyard. Edmund's eyes searched for any signs of his siblings. He found none and was happy that that probably meant that they had escaped.

However being surrounded by the bodies of dead Narnians killed Edmund.

Lucy sat on a part of the cracked stone table, her head resting against another part and her hands held her cordial, her fingers running over the bottle as she sat in the silence. Then she heard the sound of a horn. A call that she knew from a long time ago when she was a Queen of Narnia at Cair Paravel.

She placed her cordial back into it's pouch that was on her belt before rising from her perch and taking off at a run to the outside of Aslan's how. She ran up the stone ramp, the first thing she noticed as she came into the light from the darkness was a griffin that was flying in the air.

She came to a halt as Peter and the others came into her view. She was hoping that she may even see her missing brother walking among them. But from what she could see, to her disappointment she didn't think that he was with them.

Some centaurs and fauns walked up behind her to join the fauns, dwarfs,centaurs, minotaurs, foxes and bears that were already outside.

Peter held his head lowered slightly, while Caspian was looking ahead, Doctor Cornelius too walked with his head down and Nikabrick and Trufflehunter seemed to be at mixed emotions. Nikabrick had no care, while Trufflehunter held his head and made little movement of it. Some fauns walked behind and they too seemed to be looking down.

Susan walked behind Peter and Caspian next to the professor, her eyes catching Lucy who felt the need to ask her thoughts out loud to the group of returning Narnians, her siblings and Prince Caspian.

"What happened?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to the right.

Peter looked up at her, "Ask him." He indicated to Caspian with his head and the two words were said with such malice that Lucy had only ever once heard her brother use before.

Caspian and Peter both held onto the hilts of their swords and Susan had now dropped behind slightly to walk by Reepicheap.

"Peter." Susan said trying to stop a fight from beginning between the pair.

"Me?" Caspian asked, "You could've called it off. There was still time."

"No, there wasn't, thanks to you." Peter stopped walking, "If you kept to the plan, those soldiers might be alive right now." Peter was mainly thinking of the brave Asterius, who had given his life for their escape to be possible.

"If you'd stayed here like I suggested, they defunitely would be!" Caspian's anger rose.

"You called us, remember?" Peter questioned.

"My first mistake."

"No." Peter shook his head, "Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people." Peter walked away.

"Hey!" Caspian shouted, Peter stopped and turned to face Caspian. "I am not th one who abandoned Narnia."

Susan and Lucy shared a glance, this was going to get bad extremly quickly.

"You invaded Narnia." Peter poinred a finger at the Prince, "You have no more right to lead it than Miraz does." Caspian pushed Peter aside and began walking towards yet the High King continued talking, "You, him, your father..."

Peter took it one step to far.

"Narnia's better off without the lot of you."

Caspian turned and both of them drew their swords, the two swords nearly clashing.

"Stop it!" Susan called, but Peter almost felt as if it was Edmund who was shouting at him, the younger had so much will strength.

Glenstorm lowered an injured Trumpkin to the stone ground, Peter and Caspian lowered their swords and Lucy ran forwards, pulling her cordial out as she ran to the aid of her D.L.F.

She kneeled down beside him and poured a drop into his mouth, Susan knelt beside her sister as Nikabrick glared in Caspian's direction, the Prince of who was walking back to the inside of the How.

Peter watched Lucy sadly before looking to Caspian, who was placing his sword back. Nikabrick followed him and Peter turned his attention back to Trumpkin.

The dwarf suddenely drew in a breath and Susan touched a hand to his head, as she had done in the past when she was a Queen to all of those that Lucy had healed after a battle. Trumpkin and Lucy locked eyes.

"What are you all standing around for?" The words were ice through the already thin air. "Telmarines will be here soon enough." Trumpkin was right, they could easily just follow them back.

Susan and Lucy stood, the younger sister placing her cordial back into it's place.

"Thank you... my dear little friend." Lucy smiled at the dwarf before turning back towards the How.

Lucy, Peter and Susan walking inside with only a few thoughts occuping their minds . All of them concerning Edmund.

It was bad enough, but everything was about to get worse.

So there we go, I was quite evil and didn't let them meet each other again, so Edmund is on his own for a little longer.

And we all know who comes in next, The White Witch.

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