I'm sitting in Microbiology listening to a lecture on organelles and their functions in Eukaryotic Cells (don't get me wrong, it IS interesting! And my teacher has a Texas accent and he's hilarious so...it's all good.)

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I woke up because of the brightness of the sun that was shining through my window into my eyes. I blinked in annoyance andglared at the window. That sun was being exceptionally rude this morning, I never remembered it shining that bright in the mornings before.

I sat up heavily and yawned. I put on my slippers and a robe and walked out of my room, stretching as I went. People were bustling all over the castle it seemed as I made my way toward the kitchen and I got bumped by fauns and satyrs and assorted animals often as I went, each one muttering apologies as they kept going to their destinations.

I walked into the kitchen. I wanted breakfast so bad! I pushed open the door and my eyes widened at the scene before me. The kitchen, which was not small by any means, was crowded with women of all species, bustling about and cooking everything I could imagine.

"Lady Natani," small voice by my feet reached my ears and I looked down to see a mouse looking up at me. Not a normal mouse, however, it was rather very large and its little black eyes were looked up at me with kindness.

"Yes?" I asked, surprised but intrigued by the mouse. She gave me a mousy smile and took my hand in her paw and led me out of the kitchen door.

"King Peter told me to let you know to come to the Throne Room when you woke up," the mouse told me.

"Oh! Ok, thank you…um…?"

"Meepichick." The mouse replied.

"Thank you, Meepichick."

I walked down the hall and pushed open the huge doors of the throne room. But…I really wished I hadn't when every single eye turned in my direction. The whole room was filled to the brim with creatures of all sorts. I even saw a minotaur or two and I shivered.

"Natani, come here!" Edmund called over the murmur of the crowd. I smiled at him but shook my head. I was in my night robe, no way was I going up on the dais in my state of dress. But Edmund wasn't having anything to do with my vanity, he walked through the crowd and grabbed me by the hand, pulling me back toward his throne.

"Edmund," I whispered furiously, "Stop! I look like a mess!"

"No one cares what you look like at a war council," Edmund replied seriously. So that's what this was. He obviously didn't fall under the same category as me because he looked freaking perfect. He was dressed in silver and dark blue and his crown was on, albeit it was lopsided, and his normally choppy hair was laying perfectly.

"Easy for you to say," I mumbled, but I allowed him to drag me up to a table where the battle plans were being thought out. A large map was laid out on the table with little carved things that looked like chess pieces were positioned on it. I noticed that each little piece was a different type of Narnian creature and smiled, Narnia sure was unique.

"Darianus can take the satyrs around to the woods for a flank attack if our scouts report back that the queen's army is still on the same course," Peter was saying to a bay colored centaur as they moved the little pieces around with a stick.

"The eagles and large birds can stay hidden in the treetops until they pass through," Edmund said from beside me, and I noticed his voice sounded different than I had ever heard. The voice of a King, a King that knew EXACTLY what he was doing, "They would be behind them when the battle started. I don't think the Moors would be expecting that."

I didn't think they would either. We were never told of talking animals and fauns in the moorlands, the queen seemed only to care about the human aspect of Narnia.

The talk about positioning and troop placement continued for quite a while and I began to wonder why I was even there. But then Edmund put a hand on my shoulder and looked he straight in the eye.

"Please don't hate me for this," he whispered. Then he turned to the crowd and spoke to them, "This is Natani. She's a Moor who was captured in the previous battle we had with her people. You need not know all the events and details that led to her becoming a trusted part of this discussion, I only ask that you listen to what she has to say."

I began to get nervous. What did he want me to say?

"Natani," Peter caught my attention from the other end of the table, "We need to hear any valuable information you may have about weaknesses in training, armour, weapons. Anything that may cause your queen to make mistakes. Anything that can let us know exactly what we're up against."

Then I knew. They wanted me to spill the information I had that could be detrimental to my country, my people, my queen. My breath caught in my throat and I felt my head spin. Would I actually be able to betray me people this way? Did I want the Narnian's to know anything that could give them the upper hand?

"Natani," Edmund's soft whisper cut through my thoughts, I felt his hand close on my arm gently, squeezing it for reassurance. "If you don't feel comfortable with this you don't have to say a word. Peter has no right to ask you to divulge that information."

But Peter DID have a right. He had a right to want to keep his army safe. He had a right to want to know as much about his enemies as he could. He had every right to do anything he wanted at this point.

I looked at Edmund and smiled.

"Thank you, Edmund," I said softly, and then I walked over to Peter and told him I would tell him anything he wanted to know. So I told the entire gathering of Narnians how our armour was made and the weaknesses it had, what weapons we used and how we were trained to fight, I told them how the queen had a personal hatred for the Kings and Queens and all things Narnia. I told them every secret strategy I had been involved in and every little bit of information I could imagine would be helpful in some way.

When I had finally said all I could, my mind felt drained. My whole body just started to shake and I realised how tense I had been the whole time. I emotionally drained.

Edmund must have noticed because I felt his arm wrap around my midsection to support me as I swayed. He looked at me with concerned eyes and began to back me out of the crowd. He set me on a chair of some sort and then disappeared back in the mass of army officers. It was only when I looked around me that I realised he had placed me on his own throne beside the High King's. I felt majorly out of place and guilty and I stood up quickly. Which was a mistake because my vision went fuzzy and I blacked out.

Ok there it is! Just in time to head over to Lab and see how my germs are growing in their little Petri dishes :D Gross…but fun!

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