Ophelia pondered recent events as she placed her small feet into the cold river. She always managed to think more clearly when she came to the river, her thoughts drifted to the times when she got into a heated argument with Orieus during training or disagreements with Glenstorm. Sometimes she waded in the water wondering where she came from and who her parents were, but Aslan always told her she was a fallen star, the shining shield of Narnia. Ophelia's thoughts drifted to her argument with Peter. She knew deep down that he was capable of leading the army and ruling Narnia, but that didn't mean she trusted him. Aslan had always been in charge and when he disappeared Ophelia had taken that role. She wasn't ready to give it up. A whistling breeze danced around her ears, she felt a familiar gaze upon her.

"Do you remember the day we skipped down to this river and realized it was frozen?" Ophelia asked staring out at the little droplets that splashed against the rocks.

"And I told you that you were lucky because it met that you wouldn't have to take a bath that night."

Ophelia laughed turning around to smile at Glenstorm. "I always hated baths so much, it was worse than early morning training. I do not know why, now I find them quite pleasant."

Glenstorm chuckled in attempt to soothe his friend. "Do you miss it?"

"Miss what?" She asked in a dreamy voice, as she walked out of the river, the grass warming her feet.

"Summer, Cair Paravel...how Narnia use to be?" He asked his tone shifting to serious. Ophelia looked up at her friend studying his expression.

"I do." She practically whispered.

"And you would be willing to do anything to have things the way they used to be?" Glenstorm asked taking a step forward to close the distance between himself and his best friend.

"Of course!" She exclaimed.

"Then take this chance Ophelia. Trust in the Son of Adam, he is the only chance we have." Glenstorm pleaded.

Ophelia immediately looked away focusing her gazed back at the river. Glenstorm watched as the wheels and gears frantically turned in her mind in desperate search for another solution. The sun had finally emerged, dawn had arrived, and there would be a battle today.

"I know." Ophelia murmured. Glenstorm flashed her a reassuring smile before the two headed back to the camp.

Edmund watched Ophelia and Glenstorm approach out of the woods laughing. His eyes drifted to Ophelia's small white hand interlinked with Glenstorm's rough lanky fingers, he wondered if they were more than just friends. How would that work though Glenstorm was a centaur and Ophelia was human. Edmund shuddered from the images that filled his brain.

"Hello Edmund." Ophelia greeted standing right in front of the dark haired boy. Edmund opened his eyes and met Ophelia's dark blue ones.

"Uh, I have orders from the Peter to tell you two to prepare for battle we leave very soon." Edmund said remembering his duties. "You two shall remain with me and the second wave of Narinas on the cliffs."

Glenstorm and Ophelia nodded. She began to walk away to change into her battle armor until what Edmund had said registered in her brain. She froze and growled in anger.

"Did you just say second wave?" Ophelia asked turning around to face the Edmund who has now a few yards away from her.

"Yes." He answered confused by her flushed expression.

"And who is on the front line?" She questioned although she already knew the answer.

"Well, Peter and Orieus of course." Edmund spoke still confused. He looked at his friend and saw her fists shaking in rage. Not again...he thought to himself. Peter had finally calmed down from his argument with Ophelia, Edmund did not want a repeat of what had happened earlier.

"Excellent." Ophelia smiled and continued on her journey back to her tent to change. Edmund stood there shocked by her composure.

"Girls..." Edmund huffed. .

As soon as Ophelia faced away from Edmund her face twisted in disgust. How dare that good for nothing twat place her in the second wave! Peter very well knew that she was the best fighter in the army. She swore and cursed the High King under her breath the entire way to the tent. Ophelia removed her current attire and changed into her armor. She hated fighting in the chain mail and armor it was to constricted, and she most of all dreaded the metal helmet, it was more of a distraction. She decided she would carry it for now. Ophelia picked up her sword examining the long shiny blade.

"We've been waiting for this battle a long time my friend." She plunged the sword into the case that hung at her side and stormed out of the tent to find Peter. When she looked outside she stood in amazement as all the Narnians were lined up perfectly about to march off into battle. A smiled curved on her lips, she was so proud of them, they had worked extremely hard over the years to prepare for this moment.

"Ophelia." Glenstorm called waving at her to come join him and Edmund at the front of the army. She sighed as she walked past all the hopeful faces, she prayed to Aslan that Peter's plan would actually work.

"Are we ready to depart your majesty." Glenstorm asked Edmund.

"As soon as Peter and Orieus get here. Where are they anyway?" The young king asked looking at the centaur.

"I'll get them." Ophelia replied.

"Are you sure that's a good idea." Edmund asked. Ophelia snorted and walked off into the trees, she needed to find her horse as well. She hummed an elvish tune silently to herself until she heard faint voices in the distance. She paused hiding behind a large oak trees as they grow louder.

"What am I to say to them?"

"Every single Narnian believes in you your majesty, you just need to believe in yourself."

"All of them but one."

Ophelia shifted her weight and felt the snapping of a stick under her leather bound boots.

"Shit." She swore as she heard the sounds of metal being drawn. She blinked only to find in the second she closed her eyes a sword had been placed at her throat.

"You cannot kill me you know, you need me." Ophelia smirked raising an eyebrow at the High King.

"I don't need you." The High King spat his expression cold. Ophelia frowned hurt by his words.

"Have you seen Shadowfax?" Ophelia asked looking over the king's shoulder at Orieus.

"You do not need your horse for this battle Ophelia." The centaur explained, she would be standing with the second wave, her horse was not needed.

"Would you please retrieve him for me Orieus, I need a word with the king." She added shifting her eyes back to the boy, whose stone cold expression still held strong.

"I'm busy." Peter stated lowering his sword from the girl's throat.

"Well it's important your majesty."

"I highly doubt that." He indicated before turning around ready to leave.

"Peter, please." She softened, resorting to her feminine inclination. Peter paused for a moment, letting silence fill the air for a few moments.

"Fine." He uttered still maintaining his distant and cold demeanor.

"Alone." Ophelia added looking at Orieus whose mouth was open ready to protest before Peter waved him down.

"I believe you High General has ordered you to find her horse." Peter pointed out with sarcasm.

"Yes, your majesty." Orieus said leaving the two humans to sort out their problems.

Ophelia watched the retreating form the centaur disappear into the trees.

"What do you want?" Peter demanded the hostility still apparent.

"Well your majesty," She began, cocking her head to the side in a way that made Peter's cheeks flush with frustration "I am here to demand that I be placed in the front line."

"Demand?"

"Yes, demand!"

Peter snorted and began to walk off in the other the direction.

"Where do you think your going?" She yelled grabbing onto his arm. He quickly jerked himself out of her grasp.

"You will not ask anything of me until you have learned to respect my authority!" He shouted. Ophelia stood frozen, taken aback by his words. Peter's light blue eyes burned her with there intensity as he stared at her with rage. She opened her mouth to speak but the words would not slip off her tongue. He continued to walk away.

"Wait." She shouted running to catch up with the king. "I have led the Narnians far longer than you have, you cannot just expect me to stand on the sidelines and watch them perish in battle! I must be in the front line. Please Peter see reason." Peter paused and looked at Ophelia from the corner of his eye.

"Okay."

"Okay?" She questioned, stunned by his response.

"Okay." He repeated.

Edmund watched Peter and Ophelia emerge from the tress, he felt the awkward tension from yards away. Great not again...He thought silently to himself, could they not just get along?

"Are you ready Peter?" Edmund asked when his brother had finally reached him.

Peter nodded. Orieus approached with a beautiful black horse. The boys watched as Ophelia ran to embrace her horse around the neck.

"Hello Shadowfax, today is the day we have been waiting for." She whispered into the horse's ear petting his long nose.

"It is mi lady." Shadowfax replied in deep voice that caused Edmund and Peter to exchange looks of surprise before they attempted to mount their horses. Ophelia watched in amusement and after multiple tries from both boys they managed to mount the horse sitting the correct way. She kissed Shadowfax and mounted him in one swift graceful movement, looking over at the boys whose cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

"Your majesty..." Orieus called for Peter nodding in the army's direction.

"Right..." The High King murmured before guiding his horse to face the army. "To the cliffs!" He shouted. The Narians cheered in excitement. Ophelia and her horse began to trot off in lead until Peter on his own horse fell into step beside them. Edmund laughed as he followed behind with Orieus.

"What amuses you your majesty?" Orieus asked confused by the young king's laughter.

"The irony.."Edmund smiled nodding in the direction of Peter and Ophelia and the extreme contrast in their horses, black and white. The centaur chuckled, he was glad the High King allowed her to be in the front line, they would need her.

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