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Windmane watched the lands in front of her as she waited for her husband, Glenstorm to return.

All of Peter's army were training despite the fact that their leader was nowhere to be seen at this point in time after the announcement of an idea that the High King Peter, High Queen Susan, Queen Lucy, King Caspian and Doctor Cornelius had thought of, although they were in the dark at the minute to what that idea was.

Her son's Ironhoof and Suncloud were amongst those that were training. The female Centaur was still grieving the loss of her son Rainstone, who had never returned from the raid on the castle. The wind blew her curled black hair as she watched everything that was going on beside her, where the army trained.

After watching that for a moment she turned her eyes back to the grass filled foreground and noticed the two returning figures. With a smile and pure relief she headed inside to find Peter.

Peter still looked towards the floor as he wondered whether he was truly ready or not. Caspian watched him carefully and Trumpkin fiddled with Peter's armour. Reepicheap looked at his High King in waiting and the Bulgy bear started licking his paws again while he waited.

The High King of Old raised his head ever so slightly, "I just wish that-" Peter finally spoke, but he was interrupted by the sound of hooves making their way along the stone floor of Aslan's How. He raised his head even further to look at what was making the sound.

The curled black haired centaur walked up towards them and stopped to stand beside Caspian. All of the eyes looked to her and she focussed her own solely on Peter.

"Your Majesty, Glenstorm and Wimbleweather are on their way back across the grass. They are returning Miraz's choice to you I believe.

"Thank you Windmane." Peter said before slipping out of the main part of the How. Caspian looked over at Trumpkin who followed the High King and Prince Caspian followed the little dwarf out into the day light. A little later Reepicheap jumped off of the cracked stone table and headed out to follow them.

Susan was once again training her archers and Lucy was doing her best to help while Trufflehunter provided (once again) their fake Telmarine soldier as a target.

Slowly the group of Narnian archers were improving and getting closer to their actual target each and every time, all be it though, slowly. Lucy wasn't quite sure as to what she was really doing to help, however she tried to advise them from what she had seen Susan do with her bow and arrow in the past.

Lucy watched as one of them nearly got Trufflehunter which – even though it wasn't actually their target – was a very near miss of the fake Telmarine and the youngest Pevensie watched as a small smile graced Susan's face: maybe even the first real smile Lucy had seen on her since just after they came to Narnia, before they had realised that Edmund was missing from their usual party of four.

"Archers to the ready," Susan told all of them as they all put a new arrow in position on their bows in rows of quick succession of each other, "Take your aim." Every archer raised their bow and arrows to point at their target.

"Now." Susan said and all of the arrows were fired at their target. This time, two of them nearly connected.

"Whoa." Lucy breathed as she watched the numerous number of arrows fly over to the target.

"You're getting better," Susan said, "I think that we might just stand a chance if we keep on like this."

Footsteps caused Susan and Lucy to look over their shoulders as they saw Peter; Caspian; Trumpkin; Windmane and Reepicheap emerge from inside Aslan's How and look over the land in front of them. The Pevensie sisters followed their gaze and looked in the same direction that their older brother; the Prince; Dwarf; female Centaur and mouse were looking in.

Approaching them was both Giant Wimbleweather and Glenstorm. Many more Narnians gathered to see their arrival and return. Susan handed her bow to one of the assembled archers who took it and then followed as she and Lucy turned and made their way over to where Peter and Caspian stood.

Glenstorm came to a stop in front of Peter and bowed his head slightly before handing him back the scroll that they had written before he had set off with it to see the Telmarines. Giant Wimbleweather came to a halt beside him and sat down on the grass in front of the assembled Narnian group.

"What news, Glenstorm?" Asked Susan as she and Lucy took the final few steps to join them in front of the How. The group around Peter seemed to notice them for the first time and watched as they came to a halt beside them.

The Centaur looked to Peter.

"Please tell on." The High King told him and the Centaur turned his head to face Susan as he started speaking. While he spoke he looked between both of the Queens; Peter; Caspian; Trumpkin; Reepicheap and Doctor Cornelius.

"King Miraz has accepted your challenge, My Liege," Peter nodded his head in both acknowledgement and as a sign for Glenstorm to speak on, "He has agreed to your terms and your conditions and the Telmarines have agreed to it for tomorrow morning."

"Did they state a time?" Caspian asked as the Centaur stopped speaking.

"Yes tomorrow around a half nine start. At that sort of time the sun will only just be picking its way through the woodland trees and should help to provide the perfect form of cover for Susan and Lucy to make their get away from the whole thing to find Aslan."

"Thank you, Glenstorm." Peter told him before looking over at Susan and Lucy who looked back at him with a question from inside of their minds clearly being written onto their faces as they stood there watching Peter and Glenstorm's discussion.

The High King looked to Caspian next, who didn't understand the looks that he was sharing between himself and his sisters, but looked equally as questioning as anyone else would be. Peter looked back to Glenstorm as he asked the question, keeping his eyes locked on the Centaur as he spoke determined to at least look strong in front of his people even if he didn't really feel it.

"Glenstorm, answer me honestly please," Peter breathed in before finishing the final part of his question, "Did you see Edmund anywhere there?"

"No, My Liege, there was no sign of him."

"Well did they mention him or anything like that?"

"No, there was no talk mentioning anything of him either I am afraid, My Liege," Peter lowered his head back down to face the ground, "I'm sorry your Majesty. I kept my eyes and ears vigilant, but still I could not see him."

"I don't doubt that your spoken words are the truth Glenstorm and it is not with you that the fault for this lies." Peter told him without raising his head as he turned around and headed back towards the inside of the How. Caspian thought – although it could have been a trick of the light – that Peter had started to silently cry slightly.

"Peter-" Lucy started, but was interrupted as Peter replied before she had even finished speaking.

"Leave it Lu." He told her as he walked away and back inside of the How and Lucy turned to face Susan with the beginnings of tears in the corners of her eyes.

"But Susan it wasn't-" She stumbled over the next words that left her mouth, "It wasn't- It couldn't have been- He can't have known- It wasn't, it wasn't his-" Susan too cut Lucy off after she had stumbled over so many words, that Susan didn't think they were going to get any more coherent and at this rate were only pointless words..

"I know that as well as you do Lu," She placed a hand on her younger sister's shoulder and watched as Peter walked away, "But Peter doesn't think the same. Just give him some time alone, alright." Susan gave her a small fake smile and turned away. Caspian noticed tears in her eyes too.

"But Susan surely you-"

"Come on everyone," Susan called her archers as she wiped her eyes, "Back to training." She took her bow back from the faun and began to walk back over towards were Trumpkin was.

Lucy watched her leave and walked over towards the side of the How to sit on some of the rocks. Windmane looked to her husband, giving him a smile and a nod before heading away. Glenstorm took his two sons and the rest of Peter's army and told them to continue training.

Reepicheap followed them and Trumpkin found his bow and arrow and headed over to where Susan was now training the archers once again.

Doctor Cornelius remained stood with Prince Caspian who was eventually left standing outside the front entrance of Aslan's How completely alone and unsure of what to do and where to go while the Telmarines and their new King Miraz prepared to fight Peter tomorrow morning.

And they had a family that had been broken into separate parts.

Susan watched the arrows fly towards their target from either side of her and was only shaken out of her stupor when Trumpkin placed a hand onto her arm.

"A word, Your Majesty?"

"Keep practising," She told the group of training archers, "I will return to you in a moment." She and Trumpkin walked aside and the Dwarf looked up at her.

"I'm going to help you and the rest of the archers."

"Thank you," Susan replied, "Is that all my dear friend?" The Dwarf nodded and she began her walk to return to her archers, however her journey was stopped by the voice of Trumpkin calling out from behind her.

"Your brother, Edmund," Trumpkin paused while he thought of how to phrase the next part of his sentence, "Is he as strong as the stories picture him to be?"

"Yes, yes he is," Susan paused, "After the incident with the White Witch he became the great King that has been pictured in the Old Narnian tales."

"Then I don't think you should fear him being defeated by the Telmarines," He was silent for a moment, "As we won't be." Susan looked at him carefully before biting the bottom of her lip for second before then replying.

"Shall we return to their training?" Trumpkin followed her back and their training continued.

Lucy sat alone on the rocks on the right side of the How as she watched the darkening sky above her. She heard hoofs making their way closer towards her and only looked up when the sound of them stopped.

When she looked up she saw Glenstorm stood beside her, a hand on the hilt of his sword as he looked down at her. Lucy lowered her head back down once she had acknowledged him and watched as her tears hit the grass covered ground.

"May I join you, Your Majesty?"

"Of course you may." She told the Centaur, although she didn't think that he really needed to ask her to sit down beside her. After a moment she heard the clunking of armour as Glenstorm sat down beside her on the grass and looked out at the vast amount of it while she remained looking down.

"You are most brave, Your Highness."

"You really think that?" Lucy asked without looking up.

"I do," Glenstorm replied, "I would so believe in you any day."

"I wouldn't."

"You doubt yourself?"

"Yes and others do to."

"Nonsense. I cannot think of a single Narnian here who wouldn't follow you with pure belief."

"I'm sure that there are some though," Lucy told him, "Sometimes I think that even my own siblings do."

"Whatever makes you think that?"

"Well Susan and Peter haven't exactly believed in me so far and I highly doubt that Edmund ever will," She paused before adding, "If I ever get to see him again that is." Both she and Glenstorm remained silent for a moment before Glenstorm stood up, his armour clunking as he did so. Once he was on his feet he spoke to the young Queen again.

"I would reconsider those beliefs, Your Majesty. Just because I couldn't see or find your brother there at the Telmarine camp, doesn't mean that he is dead," The Centaur turned to leave and walked a few steps before looking over his shoulder at the young Queen of Old, who head was still facing down to look at the grass covered ground, "And it certainly doesn't meant that you can't."

The last added on comment pulled her head right up to look at him, however he was gone before she could say anything else.

Edmund sat inside the guarded tent thinking and wondering why he hadn't just thought to bring these things that he now needed with him in the first place, although his thinking was that if he had it would have given him away.

It seemed he didn't need the obvious clothing to do that.

When night began to fall he could hear Telmarines moving about before there was silence around the camp as most of the Telmarines slept to be ready for tomorrow when Miraz fought Peter. He could see that the guards were still outside through the material of the tent and eventually found himself tempted to start pacing since he was so bored.

"It's alright, I don't need guards," He heard a voice and sat up to see three pairs of feet outside now instead of the previous two sets that he had seen for most of his time stuck in this tent since General Glozelle had left, "You should both rest for tomorrow, it ensures to be a long day whether our King wins or not."

"But General-" The guard was cut off.

"Please rest, I will be fine overnight."

"General." Two voices said before Edmund could see that the guards were leaving from their posts to leave only one pair of feet. Edmund gave a small smile as the General made his way inside and sat down next to him.

"We will be best to give it a moment for those two to settle down and to ensure that everyone else is asleep and then we'll go."

"Go where?" Edmund asked confused as he hadn't been aware of them going anywhere, especially overnight.

"Wherever it is that you need to go."

"But-"

"You said earlier before we were interrupted by that guard who told us that Peter had sent over a message to Miraz you told me that you wanted to help your brother to win."

"I do."

"You told me that you needed a few things in order to do that, so we are going to go and get them."

"We can't get to Cair Paravel and back in time though."

"Yes we can, if we leave tonight then I can get you back in time. Remember your journey was longer before, because you were both on foot and trying to avoid us I would guess, so those factors would have slowed you down considerably."

"I suppose that they would have."

"Come on then." Carefully the Telmarine General led Edmund through the camp to where his horse was tied up. No one seemed to have noticed that the horse was tacked up and almost everyone seemed to be asleep.

"Miraz, Sopespian and Gregoire are the only ones who have guards outside of their tents, two guards to each of them, which means there are six of them awake in total which means that they shouldn't be too hard to pass by without being noticed." Glozelle whispered to Edmund as he untied his horse.

"And do you have a plan if we are?" Edmund asked in an equally toned down whisper.

"No, but I'm sure I could manage to think of something."

"Like?"

"I don't know."

"Great." Edmund mumbled, but gave a light smile afterwards to show that he hadn't meant it maliciously.

"Oh here," The Telmarine General held out Edmund's old Narnian sword and shield to him - both of which he had used in the Battle of Beruna – and Edmund took them from him with a smile and a thank you, "I got them while Miraz was choosing his marshals of the Lists for his fight with Peter tomorrow."

"Oh yeah, I wonder who Peter chose."

"I'm sure he made some good decisions. Although he probably wanted you there, so that you could be one of them."

"I suppose." Edmund replied slightly sadly. Sensing this from the young King, the Lord decided it about time for them to stop standing around.

"Come on then," Lord Glozelle jumped up onto his horse and extended a hand out for Edmund who took it and pulled himself up to sit behind the General, "Ready?"

"Yeah," Edmund replied, "Let's go." Glozelle kicked his horse on and they walked out of the Telmarine campsite before they spoke again.

"So where am I taking you?" The Lord asked, looking over his shoulder to check that they hadn't been seen by anyone which to his relief they hadn't been.

"To Cair Paravel."

"And the quickest way to get back to there is?"

"Peter always thought that the quickest way was to cross at the River Rush, however I don't think that the crossing is there anymore, so the easiest and quickest way for us to take on horseback would be to go across the Fords of Beruna, where your knew bridge has been built."

"Alright, hold on." Edmund did as he was told and held onto the General who kicked his horse into a canter until they reached the bridge. They hid for a moment until they found out that there were no guards in place before once again setting off at a canter across the bridge and then set off at a gallop once they had crossed it.

The night was silent and undisturbed apart from the beat of their horse's hooves as they galloped towards Cair Paravel, Edmund speaking up sometimes to give directions, although most of the path that they had to follow was relatively straight forward.

"What time would you say it is?" The General asked Edmund as he tied his horse up to and old set of rocks and trees that he found.

Looking up at the position of the moon, Edmund made a guess on the time.

"I would say it's past midnight about half twelve at a guess from looking at the moon." Glozelle nodded his reply and realised that they hadn't been as quick as he thought that they could have been, but not as long as he had thought either.

"Lead the way." He told the King of Old, who then began to lead the General up to Cair Paravel, or what was left of it anyway. Glozelle followed as Edmund lead him through the ruins of the old castle. Having never been here before he looked upon it in awe.

Cair Paravel had been destroyed before his a little before his time as a General of the Telmarine army, quite a bit when he thought about it and the ruined walls of the old Narnian castle and stone work lay on their sides or still in their original place, but very broken down.

The apple trees and other trees that surrounded it looked like they had grown up when the castle has been destroyed and allowed the grass to cover over the ground that would probably have once been marble floors.

As Edmund past one of the apple trees, he pulled one of them off and continued walking along with the apple held in his hands as he made his way towards where their stuff had been kept under the main part of the castle.

"Are you really going to consider eating that?" The General asked as they continued walking along and Edmund eyes the apple up.

"There's nothing wrong with it see," As if to prove that, the King showed him the apple before adding something else to his sentence, "Besides it wasn't like the Telmarines feed me while we were at their camp back there and I didn't eat anything at the castle."

"They didn't give you anything to eat?" Glozelle asked, both curious and angry.

"No they didn't," Edmund replied before taking a bite out of the apple, "It's this way." He pointed and they headed over in that direction. As they made their way over in that direction, Glozelle noticed what looked to have been some kind of chair. He stopped and looked at them curiously and Edmund soon noticed that he had stopped.

"What was there?" The General asked.

"The four thrones," Edmund told him before pointing to the one of the far left that was barely even there anymore, "That was mine, Peter's was next to mine, Susan's was next to his and Lucy's was the one on the far right."

Glozelle looked at the four and realised that Susan's throne was the best survived out of all of them, followed by Peter's, then Lucy's and lastly Edmund's. The floor in front of it was cracked and the stairs in front had been slightly damaged as well, but he could guess what it might have looked like in the past before the Telmarines had destroyed it.

"It looks like it might have been beautiful." He said as the pair of them walked away from the thrones.

"It was and trust me on that, I grew up here and ended up in my twenties and now I'm in my teens again." Edmund told him as he found the hidden door again and made his way down the sets of stairs. The Telmarine Lord followed him down and looked at the underground treasury.

The metal gates at the bottom were already open as well as the lids on the entire set of trunk like things before him. Behind those were four statue figures that he guessed were the Kings and Queens of Old.

Edmund made his way over to one of the trunk like things (Glozelle noticed that his trunk was on the far left still like his throne was and that the rest of them corresponded with the thrones as well.)

It took the King of Old a while as he turned a lot of the contents of the thing out. Glozelle waited patiently while he did so. Eventually he found what he was looking for and handed it to the Lord to hold for him while he put everything back in.

"What is this?" Lord Glozelle asked as Edmund stood back up and shut the lid this time.

"It's my old Narnian armour from the First Battle of Beruna."

"Why did you just say first, was there two?"

"No, but there's about to be." Edmund replied as he took his armour from the Lord.

It was past dark and midnight itself when everyone else was asleep and Peter (as he had been since Glenstorm had returned) sat on the edge of the broken stone table looking over at the carving of Aslan before looking back at the floor and then his hands, shifting his gaze every so often as he pondered over things in his mind.

He was praying to Aslan to let Edmund be safe while also praying for luck in a victory for himself and the Narnians tomorrow against the Telmarines.

He kept looking down at his right hand – since that was the hand he had grabbed Edmund's with – and pondered over when he had let go or if he had ever had any actual grip on his hand. He remembered gripping onto something, but he knew that he should have actually looked down and checked that he defiantly was.

His armour and his weapons were laid out on the stone table as well, but he tried not to look back at them.

He stayed there all night and had a few hours of disrupted sleep in between, but nothing that was permanent or really enough to give a young King any real energy, but he felt that he already had enough energy to last, especially if the Telmarines knew where Edmund was.

It was about half six in the morning when morning when the others began to stir and wake to get ready for the battle that awaited them all.

When Caspian woke up he saw that Doctor Cornelius was already awake.

"Professor, is something the matter?" He asked as his teacher made his way over to him.

"Do you know where High King Peter is?" He asked and Caspian looked around. When he couldn't see Peter he summed up a guess of the location of the High King.

"Stone table." Caspian stood up and both he and the professor made their way towards the stone table and the main part of Aslan's How. As Caspian had guessed, Peter was sat there, staring at the floor, however he seemed to notice Caspian and Cornelius's arrival.

"Good morning Caspian, Doctor Cornelius. How can I help you both?" Peter greeted and asked, although he was still looking down. Caspian was still slightly confused as he had no clue why his professor had sought out Peter, so early in the morning. He heard hoof beats behind them and assumed that it was Glenstorm at this early time of morning.

"Your Majesty forgive me," Doctor Cornelius started, "But I have information on your brother, King Edmund."

Peter pulled his head up and looked on in complete shock at both Caspian and Doctor Cornelius and had to force himself to remember to breathe as he wondered what news awaited him.

Okay, so next chapter will see the start of Peter vs Miraz, so I hope to update with that on Saturday and I also hope to update The Just tomorrow as well. Also please check out my pole and let me know which pairings you would like me to write. Thanks for favouriting, alerting, reviewing and reading.