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Summary: In the aftermath of rescuing Queen Lucy from an evil sorcerer, Katerina Alambiel struggles to find her place while some of the Narnians closest to the Pevensies still question her motives. And, finding herself in the middle of an assassination plot against the High King himself doesn't exactly help her to fit in.

Warning: There will be mentions of torture, murder, and some scary moments. So, this is a mid to high T.

Chapter Twelve: Attack by Darkness

"For Narnia and for Aslan!" The call echoed back and forth between the defenders of the camp and Oreius' group. He noted with grim satisfaction that the Werewolves were a little surprised to meet resistance as they reached the camp. They must have assumed the darkness would protect them longer. As they came closer to the camp, Oreius worked together with Kumbali and Alaois to protect Katerina Alambiel until she had the chance to arm herself. Her old trick of using a stick to ward off attacks would not work against these Werewolves.

Katerina and Alaois dove to the left while Oreius and Kumbali charged into the small group of Werewolves who had broken through the defenses and had nearly reached the tent functioning as the makeshift healer's ward. Kumbali leapt forward with a roar as he brought down one Werewolf and Oreius swung his swords in a wide arc killing two other Werewolves instantly and driving another one back. The three remaining Werewolves snarled at the Centaur and Tiger then one rushed Kumbali while the other two attempted to work together to overwhelm Oreius.

Oreius drove one of his swords into the chest of the Werewolf as he tried to leap at his face, but the other Werewolf managed to dodge his sword as it sliced through the air and dragged his claws painfully across Oreius' left arm just above his vambrace. Oreius winced but quickly reversed his sword and plunged it deep into the Fell Beast's unprotected back. Ardon suddenly appeared on Oreius' right with his huge claymore at the ready as the last of the Werewolves who had tried to attack the tent were destroyed. The other Centaur nodded to him, "You're late."

Oreius smirked, "Only just." The two Centaurs turned as a larger group of Werewolves broke through the outer defenses and charged for the heart of the camp. As four archers quickly formed a protective semicircle in front of the healer's tent, Oreius and Ardon raised their swords and roared out a challenge as they charged into the Werewolves.

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"Hurry! They have broken through again."

Katerina Alambiel gave the Satyr an annoyed look, "You know badgering me will not make me find my weapons any faster, Alaois. And, a tháinig muid díreach i anseo, tá mar sin roinnt bhfoighne." (we just came in here, so have some patience.)

She ignored the glare the Satyr directed at her as she went back to digging through her packs. She found Chrysaor almost immediately and buckled the sword around her waist instead of hanging it down her back as she normally did, then she continued searching for her knives, which she remembered leaving near the head of her hammock. She held back a frustrated sigh as Alaois gave another impatient snort and peered out of her tent. Of course, my close range weapons would disappear from where I last saw them. Why not? After all Murphy loves me...I hate Murphy.

"Are you not ready yet?"

Katerina tossed her cloak to land on the hammock and glared at Alaois. "D'iarr duine éigin a bhí i anseo! My knives have been moved to...somewhere. Cén fáth Murphy cén fáth? Leathcheann amaideach, ní mór duit a chur faoi deara dom dtrioblóid anois?" (Someone has been in here! Why, Murphy, why? Silly idiot, must you cause me trouble now?)

She turned away from the Satyr and tried to think of some place in the tent she hadn't searched yet. Out of desperation, she searched along the far side of the tent near where she had slipped out earlier that evening. She frowned when she finally found her knives awkwardly stuffed between the tent wall and one of her saddlebags. She shook her head and buckled the knives and their harness under her tunic. She didn't have time to figure out who had been in the tent moving her weapons around. She looked over at Alaois and nodded, "Let's go."

Alaois raised his sword and nodded to her, "May the Lion grant you protection, Katerina Alambiel. With your history, you will need all He can give you. Hurry."

Katerina ignored the slight taunt in favor of accepting the offered blessing with a simple nod as she ducked around the Satyr. Outside the tent was growing chaotic as more Werewolves poured through holes in the Narnians' ragged defenses and steadily separated the defenders into smaller pockets while pushing into the middle of the camp. There were at least three to four Werewolves for every Narnian, and that was including the injured. She was almost immediately parted from Alaois as Pyrrhos and two Werewolves crashed into him from the left, just missing her before they all four disappeared into the massive mêlée forming in the camp's center. For a brief moment, she saw Ardon and Oreius working as a team to clear a wide swath into the thick of the fighting. Katerina breathed a prayer that they would all survive this battle as she dodged around Narnians and Fell Beasts alike as she ran towards the High King's tent. She couldn't ignore the feeling that was where she was needed most this night.

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Jambres smirked as he viewed the chaos settling over the Narnian encampment. This was perfect! He had given specific instructions and tools to the Werewolf leaders and one of the Muhuru assassins. Now for the second Muhuru to fulfill his side of the bargain. A few more moves and the board would be his. Mother would be proud and Medea would fume. He grinned in satisfaction as he readied another spell to aid his servants in their task. It was only a matter of time and then Narnia would be forever changed on this night. The Ides of Lensigale.

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A/N: Please Read and Review! Ahem, my apologies for the huge gap between updates I had issues with this chapter and writer's block. The good news is I am quite a bit into the next chapter already so it should up tomorrow or Saturday. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, short though it may be. Click the little review button below and let me know what y'all think. I've not gotten any requests yet, but if there is something you want to see featured in future stories let me know via your review or a PM. I shall endeavor to meet any requests to the best of my ability.