There was the battle field stretched out before her. But where was her father? The noise of a galloping horse came up behind her. Anna. She groaned, why did Anna always have to show up at the wrong time? Emma spurred her horse at the far away sight of her father. Anna's yell for her to stop chased her down the hill. The noise of battle was soon almost too much to bear as she drew close to the place where she had just seen her Father. Slowly her Mare slowed to a walk as Emma scanned the field. There. Her father was right there! In seconds Emma was horse to horse with her father.
"Are you my real father?" she shouted. The anger she could not hold in spilled out in her voice. The king sputtered a mere moment then with authority proclaimed,
"Of course I am your father!" Her father yelled. Emma slumped in was it relief? Not exactly… "What are you doing here?" Her father suddenly roared as if just realizing they were not sitting in the dinning room in their Palace.
"I came to ask you that question!"
"Why now?"
"Well, long story short I was kidnapped and then while at the castle of Gael, and then this king well the king of Narnia was muttering about how I was the right age to have been stolen at birth and bla, bla, bla, but since you promise you are my father I trust you!" Emma stated simply.
The king turned an odd shade of white then purple then yelled. "Get off the battle field!" He yelled. Emma turned violet and galloped away.
At the top of the nearest hill Anna, and Emma's brother sat on their horses. Emma, slipped her horse up next to them.
"What were you doing?" James asked her suspiciously.
"I had to ask father a question…"
"In the middle of a battle?" Anna asked with scorn.
"Never mind, I'm going home!" Emma cried as she spurred her Mare towards the castle. Anna rolled her eyes at her younger brothers and they took off after her.
Back at the Gael castle Peter and his head army men were conferring about battle plans. When The King of Gael stormed into the room Peter and his "men" went silent. "Where is my daughter?" The King yelled. Peter sighed. The king tramped around the room. "You tell me my daughter is alive then you won't help me get her back!" The king cried.
Peter clenched his jaw. "I just don't want to go to fast without a plan…"
"We go tomorrow! We charge, then we kill them all! I want my daughter!" The king yelled. Peter stood.
"Fine, you win… We'll go but," Peter was saying.
"No buts! We go!" The king yelled as he slammed the door. Peter slumped against the wall.
"This is so not going to go well," He whispered. But Peter didn't know how far off he was in his thinking.