Thanks for the reviews. I took your advice EdmundsGirl1985. And I am in the process of getting a beta. She is super cool :)
Ophelia closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for the battle. This was the day she and the rest of Narnia had been yearning for. All the long hard days of sword training as a child, the life threatening raids she lead against the White Witch, the risky missions Aslan had sent her on were in preparation for this day. Everything was happening as it was suppose to as far as Ophelia was aware, except for Aslan's death of course. She couldn't help but feel lost without him. She remembered her last conversation with the lion, and how she had been so mistrusting of his judgement. His words replayed in her mind over and over again.
"I need you to promise me Ophelia that you will do all I ask."
She remembered how she hesitated, how for the first time in her life she had doubted Aslan, the only father figure besides Orieus she had ever known. She couldn't say the words faster or with more sincerity.
"I promise."
"Promise what exactly?"
Her dark blue eyes fluttered open, and she looked over at Peter in confusion, studying his stern expression. His blond hair danced in the wind as a breeze scurried past them. Almost immediately his hand went up, running fingers through his golden locks.
"Pardon?" Ophelia asked.
"You said I promise." He said almost accusingly.
"Did I?" Her face paled at the thought of someone else, especially the future High King, knowing of her regrets.
"You most certainly did." Peter replied enjoying the small talk, it took his mind off what was to come. After a silent pause that quickly filled with awkward tension, Ophelia spoke as the battle field finally came in sight.
"Your majesty."
Peter looked over at the young woman beside him, her small frame was dressed in heavy chain mail and battle armor, her long black curls tied neatly into a bun and her sword hung gracefully at her side. She was a true warrior. He felt his heart speed up a bit when he noted the sincere expression that swept across her face.
"I believe in you." She smiled, wide eyed and hopeful. Peter looked at her incredulously, taken aback by her statement and sudden faith in him.
"You don't have to-"
"Yes I do." She interrupted. "You are to be High King of Narnia. And I want you to know that I stand beside you and your decisions, always."
"Even if you don't agree with them and think I'm barking mad?" Peter asked with a slight smirk.
Ophelia rolled her eyes at the boy. "Yes. Who else is going to save your arse every time you make a mistake?"
Peter snorted, that was more of the attitude he was use to from the dark haired warrior.
"We are here sire." Oreius said approaching the two humans. "Would you like me to tell the others to get in their battle stations?"
Peter felt as if an enormous rock had just landed on his chest, "That would be great, thank you Oreius."
Ophelia noted the paled expression on Peter's face and couldn't help but laugh.
"It's show time." She smirked reassuringly before trotting off on her horse to assist Oreius in preparing the Narnians for battle.
However her confidence did not make Peter any less nervous. In fact, he could not recall ever being so utterly scared in his entire life then he was in this moment. That was until he saw the White Witch and her army approaching.
"They come your highness, in numbers and weapons far greater than our own." The gryphon spoke landing on the ground in front of Peter.
"Numbers do not win a battle." Oreius spoke returning with Ophelia and taking his place beside the High King.
"No." Peter agreed. "But they sure do help."
Ophelia could here the doubt in his voice. Looking out at the army that advanced in their direction, she couldn't help but be doubtful herself.
"Everything is in order sire. We are prepared for battle, ready or not." She said.
At that moment the White Witch's army began to charge. Peter glanced up at the cliff nodding at Edmund, before looking to Oreius and Ophelia, "Are you with me?"
"To the death." Oreius replied with great conviction.
"To the death." Ophelia agreed, giving the king one last reassuring smile.
Peter looked forward, closed his eyes, I can do this, these people need me.
"FOR NARNIA, AND FOR ASLAN!" Peter shouted and began running straight towards the opposing army. He was followed by a bunch of screaming Narnians.
The collision hit, and it hit hard. Out of the corner of her eyes, Ophelia could already see countless mangled bodies scattered along the grass within the first few seconds of the battle and a lot of them were not her enemy. She was thrown from her horse and began fighting. A raging polar bear ran towards her, causing her to jump back and gut the beast, digging her sword deep into its side and dragging it all the way to its behind.
She scanned the battle field for Peter, checking to make sure he had not fallen. In her frantic search, Ophelia did not notice an angry Minotaur charging in her direction. The beast caught her off guard and knocked her right off her feet. Surprised and unprepared Ophelia leapt up meeting the heavy axe with her sword, but was soon pushed back onto the ground, sword out of reach. She glanced at the distance between her hand and blade. The sight caused her heart to immediately fall, it was over. The best she could do was put up a good fight. She kicked the Minotaur in the groin, causing him to let out a roar of fury. Ophelia rolled to the side as the axe came down towards her face, her eyes wide with fear. The Minotaur quickly drew his own sword and began to plunge the blade straight towards the young warrior's chest before she could even register what was happening. Ophelia never considered herself afraid of dying until that very moment. She closed her eyes tightly and waited.
The sword never pierced her skin. Ophelia opened her eyes to find the edge of a familiar blade poking out the stomach of the beast that had almost killed her. The Minotaur fell to the ground, and there stood the future High King of Narnia, sword in one hand, and the other stretching out towards the fallen warrior. A bit dazed, Ophelia took it without hesitation, awe struck at what had just happened. The force from the young man's pull brought the two teens face to face their noses inches away from another. Ophelia furrowed her brows, her bottom lip hung ajar. Peter laughed at her expression.
"Who else is going to save your arse every time you make a mistake?" Peter said with a raised eyebrow and the eloquence of an experienced leader.
Ophelia looked into Peter's light blue eyes and felt an intensity that she had never known her entire life. Hundreds of unnamed emotions surged through veins in that very moment, causing her to resort to pure instinct and impulse. Placing both of her pale bloodied hands on Peter's face, Ophelia closed the space between them, pushing her puffy red lips on to his pink ones. She felt his cheeks ablaze beneath her hands the moment their lips touched. A warm sensation clouded her mind when his soft lips began to move against hers with a sense of urgency. He was kissing her back.
Ophelia pulled away panting, looking at the boy in front of her who still had his eyes closed, she reached down to pick up her sword. Standing back up she was drawn into the gaze of the future king, she felt her cheeks flush as a smirk crept up along her mouth.
"Thank you, your majesty for saving my life." She said before turning around and stabbing a goblin in the chest.
"This isn't working." Peter said glancing around frantically trying to get his mind off what had just happened. The Witch's army had slaughtered nearly half of the Narnian army. Ophelia nodded in agreement.
"Draw them to the rocks!" The High King yelled. The Narnians that were left began to run back to the rocks. Ophelia followed Peter, killing two imps on the way. Just then another Minotaur appeared out of no where, about to strike Peter while his back was turned.. Before Ophelia could yell for the boy to look out, Oreius rushed to the High King's defense stabbing the Minotaur. The centaur then ran towards the White Witch and her chariot, jumping high into the air with his sword ready to slice her head off. Ophelia blinked, for the half of a second her eyes were closed Oreius had been turned into a stone statue.
"NOO!" Ophelia screamed about to run towards the witch that had just killed her life long friend and trainer. She was stopped by firm arms that wrapped around her waist.
"Don't you dare." The High King whispered into her ear. Arrows flew into the sky knocking out many of the White Witch's Army.
"Let me go! LET ME GO." Ophelia cried, tears falling down her cheeks as she tried to wrench herself free out of Peter's tight embrace. The Witch had taken Aslan and Oreius away from her, she would be damned if that evil bitch took anyone else. The second wave of the Narnian army advanced onto the battle field, the crashing sound of blades against another and the cries from the those who had fallen filled the area around Ophelia and Peter.
Peter released the young warrior maiden to draw his sword and slice a tiger that advanced towards them. Turning back around to make sure Ophelia had not run off, he saw her aiding Edmund in a duel against a giant ogre.
"Edmund!" Peter shouted kicking a goblin to the ground and off his sword. "There are two many of them! Get out of here! Take the girls and get them home!"
The ugly ogre fell to the ground. Edmund looked over at his brother hesitantly before being pulled away by the beaver.
"Your majesty." Ophelia said running back over to where the High King stood, it came out as more of a question.
"Go with Edmund, make sure that he, Susan, and Lu get out of here safely." Peter said with sad eyes and signs of defeat written all over his face.
"Absolutely not. I'm staying-" Ophelia argued before the High King interrupted her.
"Please, Ophelia." Peter pleaded with the most grave expression she had ever seen. There was something in the sound of his voice that made Ophelia nod her head in agreement holding his gaze for a few more moments. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something that turned her stomach.
"No." She whispered her eyes wide with shock.
Frustrated, Peter gave her a hard look. "That's an order."
"No." She repeated pointing straight behind Peter's head. The High King turned around to see his brother smashing the wand of the White Witch and falling to the ground. Jadis screamed in rage.
"Edmund!" Peter yelled running towards his brother. Ophelia winced as the end of the broken wand plunged into the boy's stomach. Jadis laughed as Peter whirled his sword at her, drawing her own sword and engaging in combat with the future king.
Just when Ophelia was about to run to check on Edmund, she froze at the sound of a loud roar from atop one of the cliffs. Turning around her eyes beheld Aslan, igniting a fire of hope in her soul. Susan, Lucy and hundreds of Narnians began to advance on the White Witch's army. She couldn't believe Aslan was alive.
Ophelia smiled at the positive turn of events until she looked over her shoulder to see Peter on the ground with the White Witch's blade at his throat. Her eyes grew wide with rage.
"Hey, I don't think you want to do that, you ugly bitch." Ophelia shouted at the White Witch. Jadis took her eyes away from the king and looked at the pale faced warrior a few feet away.
"Oh I really think I do." She replied. Just then her once challenging eyes grew wide with surprise as Aslan leaped on top of her.
Ophelia immediately ran to Peter and offered him hand. As she pulled him up, he stood only inches away from her face breathing heavily and looking into her dark blue eyes with an unreadable expression.
"It is finished." Aslan said watching Peter and Ophelia. Ophelia broke eye contact with Peter and smiled at the lion.
"Peter! Ophelia!" Lucy yelled running towards the two teens and hugging them. Susan followed her sister's actions.
"Where's Edmund?" Lucy asked.
Ophelia and Peter looked at each other with wide eyes. The five of them ran to where Edmund had fallen. Susan shot a dwarf in the back of the head that lifted an axe, about to murder their beloved brother. He fell to the ground.
"Edmund." Susan cried, running to her brother, taking off his helmet and placing his head in her lap. Lucy followed grabbing onto Susan's arm scared for her brother. Peter and Ophelia knelt down beside the boy.
Ophelia began frantically removing the boy's armor and chain mail to find a bloody tunic. She lifted the shirt slightly and examined the wound. Her heart fell. It was deep and it was bleeding badly. Her dark eyes looked up to meet the watery ones of Susan.
"Is there anything you can do?" Peter asked looking down at his brother with tears in his eyes. Edmund began gasping for air, and moving restlessly.
"I, I'm so sorry." Ophelia said ripping part of her own tunic and putting pressure on the wound, an attempt she knew was pointless.
A sob escaped Susan's mouth. All hope was lost.
"Wait!" Lucy exclaimed letting go of Susan's arm. The three teens looked at her confused. The little girl pulled out her cordial and poured a drop of the liquid into her brother's mouth. All movement stopped, and for a moment they believed the boy to be dead. Tears flowing freely down everyone's cheek.
Then Edmund coughed.
He coughed again and opened his eyes. Susan, Lucy and Ophelia smiled while Peter pulled his groggy brother into a tight embrace.
"Ed, when are you going to do as your told?" The Pevensies laughed and hugged each other.
Ophelia stood up and watched as the royal family embraced. A smile swept across her face, it was over. The war was over, Jadis was dead. Everything she had ever wanted was fulfilled. Aslan trotted over to Ophelia and she wrapped an arm around the lion's neck.
"You know, you could have told me you were coming back." Ophelia said still observing the future kings and queens of Narnia.
"I always come back. I'm surprised you needed telling." The lion spoke.
"Well you can be pretty convincing."
They watched as Lucy ran to the rest of the injured Narnians with her cordial healing those who were on the brink of death.
"Where do we go from here?" Ophelia wondered, looking at the lion for an answer.
"Home." The lion said smiling at the young warrior maiden.
"You don't mean Cair Paraval?" Ophelia asked, her heart began to race. She had not seen Cair Paravel in years.
"For now. We will hold the coronation for the Kings and Queens."
"And then?" Ophelia raised an eyebrow at the lion, wondering what he had in store.
"You are always such a restless one, Ophelia the Brave." Aslan spoke before walking over the statue of Oreius. The lion breathed in the centaur's face and the stone began to crumble away. Ophelia smiled watching the scene.
"He is really something isn't he?"
Ophelia looked over to see Edmund standing beside her, his dark brown hair in a messy heap on top of his head. She laughed.
"Yes, he never ceases to amaze me."
Edmund joined in on her laughter and offered his arm which she gladly took. The two walked over to Peter and Aslan who were engaged in a conversation with Oreius. Ophelia let go of Edmund and lept into the centaur's welcoming embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I really thought I lost you Oreius." Ophelia whispered into the ear of her trainer and friend. Many times had she wanted nothing more than to punch this strong willed centaur. She always seemed to get into trouble with him as a child and even still now. Aslan said he was trying to teach her how to be patient and less authoritative, that he had her best interest at heart etc. She realized that now that she was older.
"Remember this day Ophelia. Sometimes sacrifice is the necessary course of action. " Oreius said placing Ophelia back on the ground. She rolled her eyes at his attempt to make a lesson out of the situation. She stepped back linking arms with Edmund once more and caught the awkward gaze of the High King. Her cheeks immediately flushed red as she averted her eyes to the ground. She would have a lot explaining to do, but to be honest she did not really know why she kissed him. She had never really thought of Peter in that light before, sure he was attractive and sure he was High King of Narnia but none of that really crossed her mind until right now. She had wanted to kiss him and that is all she knew. However she would never admit to that and vowed in that moment to pretend the whole thing never happened.
Ophelia is kind of a stubborn one, but have faith in her. She has been getting her way all her life, she has a lot to learn! I'm open to suggestion on where you think this relationship should go. ;)