The Raid
Into the dark black night, a griffon swooped down. Silently, stealthily it flew.
It landed on a tower, and King Edmund released his hold on the griffon, gripping onto the tower. The guard beneath him never saw what was coming.
The griffon quickly snatched the guard in its claw, silencing him. And Edmund jumped down to the tower floor. Pulling out his torch, he clicked it on and off. Out of the darkness he saw five griffons swooping down to the castle.
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Peter gave Caspian the signal. He watched as Caspian drew his sword, and the griffon swooped lower. A guard looked up, and tried to grab his own sword, but was too late. Caspian lashed his sword, and the guard fell.
The griffon pulled up higher, and followed the others.
Peter saw Susan take out an arrow and shoot. The arrow hit the guard, and Peter drew his sword and attacked another as the griffons gently dropped them on the castle wall. Miranda popped up beside Peter and shot an arrow, killing another guard. So far, so good.
After Caspian and Trumpkin made their landings, the small group headed towards a ridge. Caspian took a piece of rope and tied it to a small pillar. Slowly, he lowered himself down to a window.
"Professor," he whispered as he knocked on the window.
There was no answer.
Peter lowered himself as Caspian opened the window, and he noticed that the window had a small jagged hole.
Susan followed close behind. Trumpkin began lowering himself, but lost hold. As he began to fall, Susan reached out and caught him by the beard. The two quickly pulled themselves in the room. Last of all, Miranda brought herself down and entered the room.
Peter glanced around a room full of astronomical instruments and historical books. Caspian picked up a small pair of glasses that were on the desk.
"We have to find him," Caspian said.
"We don't have enough time! We need you at the gate," Peter argued.
"If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be here! And neither would I!"
Susan looked over at Peter and said;
"You and I can handle Miraz."
"And I can still get to the gate in time," Caspian added.
"My king," Peter suddenly heard behind him. He turned to Miranda. "Let me get to the gate."
"No Miranda," Peter said firmly. "I need you at the armory to make sure the soldiers do not get to their weapons."
"But sire, it would be much easier for Prince Caspian to get to the armory. Less time consuming for us all."
"No Miranda. You are my best swordsman and I know how you can fight. I need you at the armory."
Miranda simply nodded her head.
"Everyone get to your positions," Peter ordered. The five left the room in different directions.
"Yes," Peterthought, "Everything is going to be alright. Now it will all get back to normal."
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Miranda slowly remembered Caspian's instructions of how to get to the armory. She went down a flight of stairs, went past the stables, and stationed herself in the middle of a room full of swords and armor.
For a few moments, everything was silent and still. Miranda took out her bow and an arrow and readied herself. She knew that at any moment she would hear Narnians in the castle grounds, and that the battle would start quickly. So she wanted to be ready when it was supposed to start.
Suddenly, she heard bells ringing. Someone had sounded the alarm!
Before Miranda could turn around to try and get herself and the others out before it was too late, five soldiers rushed in. Miranda shot the arrow in her hand, then put her bow back in the quiver. There were too many to shoot, so she did the only thing she could do.
Miranda drew her sword and began a furious battle. At first, it was not so hard. Four or five would come in at a time, and that would be it. But as she fought longer, the numbers became larger, and Miranda noticed that many were getting away.
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder.
"Aahh," she screamed. Looking at her wound, she saw an arrow. Quickly, she pulled it out, knowing that it would get in the way of her fighting.
She took a quick glance around her as she killed another soldier. She spotted several archers aiming for her. Wide-eyed, she flipped over three soldiers and raced out the door as quickly as her legs could go. She knew that if she stayed in there much longer, she was going to get herself killed.
She ran out of the room, through the stables, and into the courtyard. What she saw shocked her. Narnians all over were fighting for their lives as soldier after soldier raced into the courtyard. From the corner of her eye, Miranda saw a line of archers readying themselves.
She knew that there wasn't much time. Fighting her way through, she searched for Peter.
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Peter slammed his sword down on another soldier, his fury raging. Soldier after soldier came rushing towards him for an attack. But every single one fell.
Suddenly, Peter felt a hard push on his side, and he fell over. Eyes flashing, he turned his head to look at his attacker, and saw Miranda.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. "You're supposed to be at the armory!"
"Well if I thought that I could stand a slim chance in there I would have stayed," she yelled as she turned and killed the attacking soldier. "That not being the case, I decided to get out of there as fast as I could!"
Peter and Miranda came up back to back, and fought down all that stood in their path.
"What happened?" Miranda shouted.
Peter felt anger surge through him.
"Caspian wasn't at the gate! And Miraz escaped!"
"What?! He said he would be there!"
"I know."
The two young people kept fighting harder and harder. Suddenly, Miranda shouted;
"Peter!" and pulled him hard to the left.
"What the…" he started.
"Aahh," Miranda cried out as an arrow punctured her thigh. As she fell to the ground, Peter suddenly saw in horror what was happening. Narnians all over were falling by arrows fired above.
"Peter, we can't hold them off!" Miranda shouted.
Peter looked down at his friend, and from the look she gave him, he knew that it was time.
"Fall back!"
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Miranda pulled the arrow out slowly, knowing that if she pulled this one too fast, that it would begin bleeding even worse.
As she got it out, she began glancing through the fight, trying to find the ones she was supposed to make sure got out of there.
In the distance, she could hear the Western Woods lashing around wildly.
"Griffon," she cried out to the skies. "Find King Edmund!"
She watched as Susan grabbed a hold of a galloping centaur, and saw Caspian coming out of the stables on a horse, pulling another. She noticed that an older man rode beside him. Then, seeing a soldier about to attack them from above, Miranda pulled out her knife and threw. The soldier fell to the ground, and Miranda saw Caspian bring the horse to Peter. The three raced out of the castle.
Miranda rushed toward the dead soldier and took out her knife. Suddenly, she heard a creaking noise. Turning her head, she saw the gate drop down. The minotaur that had been holding it up was dead from too many wounds.
Narnians all over began to panic, and tried to climb up and over to the other side.
"Narnians!" Miranda shouted. The Narnians stopped for just a moment, and all of a sudden, in their eyes, they did not see a young girl, but a warrior. Narnia's warrior.
"To me Narnians!" she shouted, and pulled out her bow and an arrow. "Let us die for Narnia's freedom!"
The Narnian's looks of panic left, and they ran up toward her. Swords drawn, arrows strung, the Narnians within the castle made one last effort for the freedom of Narnia. Arrows came raining down on them, but not one Narnian stopped.
Many more soldiers fell to the Narnians wrath that night. Miranda shot till there were no more arrows for her to shoot. Her knife and sword fought and killed many. And just when she saw them beginning to fall, she suddenly felt herself being lifted into the air by a large claw.
"Put me down!" she shouted. "I won't leave them all behind!"
"It's too late Warrior," the griffon that had carried her twice before said. "They have already fallen."
Miranda's eyes filled with tears and her chest tightened. They had gone into battle full of the hope that Narnia would be free again. And they died with the knowledge that they would never see that day come.
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As I watched the movie during the last part of this scene, I felt tears in my eyes. I tried to put that feeling back in here as best as I could.
Oh, and for those that may think that I am playing favorites with Peter by blaming Caspian, believe me, I'm not. But you will have to wait until the next chapter to see how it turns out.