Ok here goes a battle scene which I will try to do justice! I can see it in my rain but I hope my words convey it just as well.

Ooooookkkkkkkkkkkk, here we go!

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EDMUND'S POV

Philip's hooves pounded the earth with a vengeance as we charged full on toward the unsuspecting, and yet shockingly prepared army at the other side of the grassy expanse. They had already begun forming ranks and facing us. But yes, we had caught them off guard and we had the advantage because of it.

I drew my sword and gave it a twirl, eager to put it to use in the defense of Narnia and Aslan's name. Philip tossed his mane and lowered his spiked chamfron as we rapidly approached the hoard before us.

"Alright, Philip," I said to my ever faithful friend, "No fear!"

He whinnied loudly and I felt his back legs brace to jump a second before we flew over the first line of enemy soldiers. I swung my sword back as we landed and was satisfied with the sound of a body falling behind me and I saw, out of the corner of my eye, my army collide with this enemy hoard. I dismounted immediately because I felt much surer of my abilities on my own feet and struck down more soldiers as they came my way.

Philip had impaled a Moor on his spike and tossed him aside to go for another one, he reared and struck with his hooves at a soldier who was foolish enough to try and run by his front. His hoof connected with the soldier's helmet ad he crumpled into a motionless heap. And so it went, slicing, stabbing, jabbing, kicking, pushing…all the while the battle raged around us but we couldn't see anything else but what we were doing. And so I didn't notice the archer whose arrow was aimed directly between my shoulder blades until it was too late.

NATANI'S POV

The clang of metal and the cries of pain that surrounded me didn't phase me for even a second. I swung my brand new, Aslan given blade with expertise strokes, felling dozens of soldiers as I did my deadly dance among their ranks. My mind was perfectly clear among the chaos and I saw Peter astride the black Horse not too far off to my left he was making excellent swings and chops and jabs, soldier were falling in heaps by his steed's feet. I saw Kahli grab hold of a soldier's elbow and drag him to the ground and I smiled at the young Dog's valor. I twisted suddenly and jabbed my elbow into the throat of an attacker how came up behind me and as I shook the hair out of my eyes I found who I had come for. Edmund.

He was heavily engaged in the middle of several soldiers who were obviously recognizing him for who he was and were starting to surround him. But I nearly let out a cheer as he pulled some crazy moves and they fell one by one very rapidly. He stood with his sword poised to strike again and realized there were no more opponents so he went looking for one. I tore my eyes off of him for one second and felt my heart pump into my throat and I felt like I would be sick. Behind him, an archer stood with an arrow pulled back as far it would go, aimed directly at the King's back. There was nothing I could do, nothing I could think of besides one possibility and I had no time to think. I closed my eyes and prayed for Aslan to be merciful and launched myself directly in the path of the archer's aim. I shoved Edmund down just as the twang reached my ears and a sharp pain shot through my chest.

The world began to swirl and the sounds of battle became muffled and distant. I felt…cold…but like I was floating. The last thing I saw before the world faded to black was Edmund's face as he knelt over me. If I was going to die…that's what I would have loved to be my last sight.

EDMUND'S POV

I heard the twang of a bowstring and knew it was coming at me. I closed my eyes and prepared for the pain. Something heavy struck me from behind, knocking me forward and throwing me of balance and I heard the sickening sound of an arrow embedding itself in flesh and armour.

I turned around quickly and saw, to my horror, a soldier with an arrow protruding from his chest, he stumbled back and fell to the ground at my feet. I grabbed his shoulders and begged him to hold on. His green eyes rolled back and closed, his body went limp in my grasp.

And it was then I realised the horrible truth. When I had seen those eyes, even for that split second, I knew. I pulled off the soldier's helmet and a strangled cry issued from my lips.

Natani…oh God no…

"Natani!" I hollered at her pale and motionless face, "Natani please!"

I didn't get a response. I didn't even get a flicker underneath her eyelids. She couldn't be…she just couldn't…I wouldn't accept this! But in the back of my mind I knew there was nothing I could do for her now.

I lifted her limp form in my arms and held her close. Tears were streaming down my face but I refused to make a sound. I gently removed the sword from her hand and laid it to the side, preparing to lay her out respectfully when I noticed the words carved in the blade of what was clearly a Narnian sword: A NOBLE SACRIFICE IS NEVER IN VAIN.

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