Singing Paeans to the Stars

by ilysia

A repository of small tales that span the entirety of Narnia's history, in no chronological order. Twenty-four: Narnia loses many things in its hundred years of sleep, and she is one of them.

6. Guerrilla Conversation

"Did you ever expect…"

"What?"

"Expect to… well, die like this?"

"Can't say that I did. Pass me that quiver."

"How can you be so calm?"

"I will soon cease being calm if you do not pass me that quiver."

"Fine." A pause. "You damn fool Centaurs and your calm; I will never understand-"

"Hush." Silence. "They're getting closer. Prepare yourself, young one."

"This is not the way we're supposed to end. It is supposed to be peaceful and calm… Narnia's not been attacked for centuries! We are safe, we are at peace-"

"We are overrun, outmaneuvered, and facing extinction. This is the way things are. I suggest you stop your battlefield philosophizing and give heed to our flank."

"But-"

"A curse on the hesitancy of Fauns! Listen, young fool, you are either an aid to me or you are an ally of the invaders from Telmar, and at present you are doing everything but aiding me!"

Silence.

"I… I am sorry. You are correct, as always."

"Do not bother apologizing. Come. Gather your weapons and be alert. We will see if we cannot teach these invaders a thing or two about guerrilla warfare."