I usually don't do this, uploading three chapters in one night, but I did it for my favorite reviewer, me ( ). This is mostly all original. So I'm throwing my rule of never updating more than one time a day out the window for her. I know it's weird to have a favorite reviewer who criticized me, but I'm weird. Not that I don't love all my reviewers!

Could I have maybe five reviews for this generous update? No more than ten before I update again though!

Here we are with chapter six!

I don't own Narnia. I don't own the quote at the beginning, Martin Luther King Jr. does. I only own Ludwik, Adrina, Joanna and her parents.

Chapter Six: The Goals to Reach

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Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek

But a means by which we arrive at that goal.

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I was seated on the edge of a cliff with Cair Paravel in the distance, with the setting sun illuminating it. My teeth would soon break through the skin of my lip with the way I was gnawing on it. "What am I going to do?" My eyes were set at the stars that were just popping out above me.

"Maybe you should just tell him." I kept my eyes trained heavenward, not even peeking at Peter.

"I don't know what you're talking-" I trailed off as he gave me a knowing glance. "Okay, maybe I do know what you're talking about, but it's not that simple. We've been friends for years. I will not ruin that because of some silly feeling." He chuckled out a laugh, shaking his head.

"Do you know why Ludwik does not want Edmund near you?" I started to nod, but then changed my mind. "Because he thinks that Ed will try to take advantage of you. He's being your surrogate father." It was my turn to laugh.

"You can't be serious. Edmund would never do that."

"I know, but that's what Ludwik said. Now I'll tell you something. Though he can be as stubborn as a mule to get it out of, Ed shares your feelings." He didn't say anything else, just patted the top of my head and walked away.

"Thank you! You've just made me even more confused!" He gave me a cheeky smile over his shoulder. I hate that boy. As I strolled through the camp my thoughts became even more jumbled. I saw Ludwik up ahead and decided to see if some of what Peter said was true. "Ludwik! Is it true you don't like Edmund being around me?"

"I didn't mean it like that. I don't mind him being around you, it's just I don't like the way he looks at you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It seems that he would do anything for you. Along with that is love. He would go to the end of the world for you." My face conveyed the shock I felt. "I also know that you feel the same."

"I do. I just don't know how to relay my feelings. I usually just bottle them up and try to forget them." He just let out a chuckle.

"I do hope you sort out your feeling, My Lady. Goodnight."

"It's just Joanna, Ludwik. Now goodnight. Oh and try not to be too hard on Edmund!"

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I was barely asleep when Susan and Lucy snuck out of the tent. I knew I should follow them, but felt that they would be in safe hands. My mind wandered over many things as I waited for the two girls to return. They never did. My eyelids felt like lead as I finally let them close.

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It was complete and utter chaos to me. There were boxes stack everywhere in our new home. I shoved past my parents, well as easily as an eleven year old can, and ran to my new room. It didn't feel like home. Soon my new sheets were stained with tears that just wouldn't stop.

"Joanna, it's going to be okay. Just think of this as a new adventure that you have complete to get anywhere in life. You have to be able to adapt." I nodded as I swiped at the last of my tears.

"Mom? There should be a rule book to life." Her laugh echoed through the room.

"I know sweetheart, but the only rulebook is the one you make."Her hand ran through my hair softly as she kissed my cheek. "Unpack as much as you like, it gives you time to think."

The scene changed.

I was walking home on my first day at the new school, dejected. No one had even looked at me, let alone talked to me. I bit my lip to keep the tears at bay. I sped up, wanting to get home as soon as possible so I could sob into my pillow.

"I think you dropped this!" I spun on my heel to see a boy about my age holding up the charm bracelet my mother gave to me in his hand. I nibbled on my bottom lip, a habit I picked up from my father.

"Thank you. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost it." My face broke into a smile as I pulled it out of his hand. "I'm Joanna Turner." The charms of my bracelet jingled as I held out my hand for him.

"Edmund Pevensie."

The scene changed once again.

I don't want you to go!" My voice seemed to reach new octaves with every word. My father wrapped his arms around me, trying not only to comfort me, but him as well.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. You know that." My eyes filled with more tears that ran down my face like waterfalls.

"I do, but I'm a selfish girl who doesn't want her father to go." His face was grim, but he managed a smile. "I don't know if I'll survive without you. You make mom see reason."He squeezed me tighter as I buried my head in his coat.

"I know you'll survive, you're a survivor." I smiled into his jacket before lifting my head.

"Only because I'm just too hard headed. I get that from you."He nodded, biting his lip in an oh so familiar way. His blonde hair hung in his eyes and he looked down at me. "I want you to come back dad. Don't give up, because no matter what you'll have two of your favorite girls waiting for you at home."

The scene changed for the last time.

I sat in the tree in our backyard as the rain poured down on the Earth. It seemed as if the heavens were weeping with me; my father had broken his promise. Just to make it worse Mom dropped me off at the Pevensie house, saying that Mrs. Pevensie agreed to take me in. My black blouse and charcoal grey skirt had been soaked and were sticking to me as I clutched onto the branch.

"Jo! Where are you?" I smiled through the tears, at least I wasn't alone. I had my friends, more importantly I had my best friend, Edmund.

"Over here!" My voice was scratchy and weak from sobbing. He climbed up to where I was and I saw that he was a soaked at I was. His black hair clung to his face and he had to swipe it out of his deep brown eyes every few minutes. We didn't say anything; I just clung to him like he was the only thing keeping me on the ground. He seemed to be a bit embarrassed as his arm slung around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

"We should get inside before we catch our death." I snorted as he did a very good impression of his mother.

"I want to stay a little bit longer."He nodded and stayed where he was. "My mother says that everyone should have a goal in life. I think theirs was to make me happy then break my heart. Mine's going to be that I'll never let go of my dreams, no matter how hopelessly out of reach they are."

"That's a good goal." I could have sworn I heard him mutter, "My goal is to make my best friend love me back." But I just blew the thought out of my mind.

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I woke up fully rested and with a smile on my face. My memories told me that no matter where I was, I was never alone. Even if it seemed like I was, someone was always there. My eyes scanned the room looking for any sign of the two girls, but I found none. I jumped out of bed and quickly donned on my swords and walked quickly out of the tent. I was hoping to find them outside, but I didn't. It wasn't even dawn yet. My forehead wrinkled in confusion as I saw petals floating with the almost nonexistent wind. My eyes followed them and I saw they were heading towards the boy's tent. I drew my sword and rushed in, only to see that Peter had the same idea.

"Be still, my Princes." The petals had transformed into a woman made of petals. Her hands were raised in surrender as she calmly talked. "I bring grave news from your sisters. Aslan's dead." With that she was wiped out by the same wind that brought her here.

"Peter, you should check, just in case. Remember Lucy said that some of the trees were on the Witch's side. Besides the girls aren't in bed; they left sometime last night. I waited for them to come back, but I fell asleep." My head dropped to my chest in shame.

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Peter came out of Aslan's tent, his face grim. I knew immediately the dryad had been telling the truth. My eyes filled with tears, but I held them at bay. Now was not the time to mourn; that was for later. "She's right. He's gone." At that moment he seemed the King we all knew he was. Edmund looked to Oreius for a moment then looked back at Peter.

"Then you'll have to lead us."Peter shook his head.

"Peter, there's an army out there and it's ready to follow you; ready to follow your orders." I gave him a hard look.

"I can't."

"Aslan believed you could, and so do I." The two brothers shared a look, a look of confidence. The decision had been made.

"The Witch's army is approaching, sire. What are your orders?" Oreius stood tall, ready to support Peter in whatever he decided, like a true general.

"Ready the Army." That's when the battle plans were made.

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I was pacing in my tent waiting for Adrina to come with my dress and armor. I was nervous, very nervous. "You need to calm down Joanna. You will do no good in battle if you are nervous. I know you can do this. You may not have reached your full potential yet, but neither has the two future Kings. You will do just fine. All you have to do is let your instincts take over and believe in yourself." I nodded as she handed me a maroon dress that had a modest neckline and long sleeves. It had triple lacing, one on each side and one on the back. I threw it on quickly and she started tightening the laces. It was tight enough that it hugged my curves, but loose enough that I could breathe easily. She then handed me a chainmail shirt with sleeves that came down to my elbow. That's when she handed me a dark brown leather corset. I know it was armor, but you have got to be kidding me.

"You are joking right?" She merely shook her head and made a motion for me to turn around. She laced it up quickly and then handed me my final piece, my swords. They hung from the belt just below my corset. "I have to admit, it isn't as bad as I thought."

"I had a feeling when you stopped complaining." I gave her a look and stepped out of the tent. I frowned, what was I going to do with my hair? I spun, ready to go get a hair tie, when one was dropped into my hands by Adrina. I smiled in thanks and began braiding my hair into a tight braid. I had just finished tying it when a hand was stuck out. I squinted and saw that it was Edmund, on a horse, waiting for me to grab his hand.

"My hand isn't going to hurt you Jo. Besides, how did you think we were getting to Beruna?" I blushed, but didn't grab his hand. "I promise the horse isn't going to hurt you."

"Still, I'd rather walk, like other soldiers." He rolled his eyes at me and grabbed my wrist. "I swear, if you pull me onto this horse I will…" I let out a sharp shriek as he hoisted me up onto the horse. "Edmund! I told you I didn't want to get on the damn horse!" My arms were gripping his waist with all I had as my heart raced. His chest rumbled with laughter and I punched him in the arm. It seemed as if the ride would never end, but I tried to keep my mind off being on a horse by going over every move I had been taught. It only kept me busy for about half the journey. I thought back to when I first moved to Finchley, about that there should be a rulebook for life.

"Edmund, did I ever tell you that one night I stayed up writing rules that I should follow in life?" He shook his head, keeping his eyes forward. "I felt that if you're going to live life why not set down a few rules. Eventually a few rules became forty-three rules."

"Could you tell me the ones you think are the ones that should never be broken?"

"That's only about thirteen." He glanced at me and our faces were inches apart. I could feel his breath on my face and was thankful it was a bit warm out so I could pass my blush off as a side effect from the heat.

"I still want to hear them." I nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Let's see, we have, never leave a friend behind. Never take anything for granted. Your friend's problems are your problems. This one might sound familiar, though I call it a goal. Never let go of your dreams no matter how hopelessly out of reach they may seem." He smiled recalling that night. "Treat your friends like family. Showing pain and fear isn't a weakness; it shows that you are human. Never sit in the background when your friends need you. True friends will love you no matter what. That one I'm sure I haven't broken."

"No you haven't broken that rule. You still loved me, even when I betrayed you to the White Witch. "

"Also, never expect life to be fair. Be proud of who you are. Failure is not an option. Quitting is another way of saying you can't. Last but not least, the one I've broken the most, if you love someone tell them; don't hold back."

"I've broken that one for sure." Our eyes locked and stayed that way for minutes until we both turned away.

Stupid! That was the perfect moment! Oh shut up! I don't care. I'm going to do this my way, not yours. If we do it your way it might be too late. Rule number twenty: If you love someone… Don't you use that against me! I break that rule so often, but I believe it shouldn't be, but I still break it.

The rest of the journey flew by as my mind argued back and forth the whole time, giving me a headache. Eventually I forgot I was on a horse, but every time the thought flew through my mind, my heart beat a little quicker. Even if I wasn't dying my life flashed before my eyes. Every mistake, every moment, everything. Though it does not do well to dwell on the past, I did, but only for a moment. It relaxed me; it took my mind off the impending battle and the death of some of my comrades.

As soon as we reached Beruna Edmund and I climbed to our position on the cliffs. Now it was a waiting game. My teeth began chewing on my lip like there was no tomorrow and I kept my hands busy by braiding and unbraiding my hair. What was the goal we were trying to achieve here? To bring peace to Narnia and wipe out an evil dictator. Oh and to make you see… Now is not the time to bring that up. I need to be focused on the task at hand. So afterward you'll think on it? You're very stubborn, you know? Well I am part of you. I mentally rolled my eyes.

I let my eyes glance at all the Narnians that stood before me. They were all willingly to die for something they believed in. A Free Narnia. They deserved a rule in my book. "Rule Number Forty- Four: Some things are worth dying for."

"Well said My Lady. " I turned to see Ludwik, who was dressed in a tunic, bearing a lion, to show that he was on our side.

"Thank you. Now you better come out of this alive. I didn't let you come with me only to have you die so soon." He barked out a laugh.

As he walked away he threw over his shoulder, "You better get out of this alive. If not for me, for your friends." I turned my head back to the front lines. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The view seemed vaguely familiar.

"My dream." I murmured.

From my vantage point on the cliff I could clearly see the White Witch's army approaching. My nerves were getting the better of me as I began shaking. What if don't fight hard enough or good enough? Adrina said I was good, but what if good wasn't good enough?

"Edmund? Are you nervous? Do you doubt yourself?" He glanced at me before turning his eyes to the front again.

"Don't doubt yourself; you're good with your weapons. It's alright to be nervous, I know that Peter is." I smiled at that.

"I can't help it. It's in my nature." Peter glanced up at us and his eyes seemed to ask us if this was the right decision. Edmund nodded answering for both of us. I unsheathed my swords as Edmund signaled the griffins. I watched them soar over head, dropping boulders on the White Witch's army. My head snapped forward as I heard Peter's battle cry.

"For Narnia and for Aslan!"

The battle had begun.

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Sorry about it mostly being original. I wanted the battle scene as a chapter itself.

BATTLE DRESS ON PROFILE!

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