I don't own Narnia. Just some characters. Please review! 1073 words! F.Y.I, I messed up in first chapter when Tamryn is referred to a Seremontian, I was reading a story and doing this at the same time. It should say Saratian.

Samuel and Tamryn go get fruit for everyone to eat for a lunch.

"How do you like Narnia, Tamryn?"

"It's okay. It's different, but I think being here will help me."

"Help how?"

"Well, I'm not that confident in Australia, so I'm hoping being here will help me get over that. Besides, all this training and walking will keep me in shape and learning how to fight is a plus."

"I agree with you there. My stamina is going to be much better for cross country. That is if I get back in time for the season."

"I wonder what it will be like when we get back. I know people are probably super worried about us."

"Yeah. I know what you mean. I wonder if anyone would notice the difference in us."

"True, there will be a difference in how we act whenever we return. How do you think we should stay in contact when we get back?"

"Well, we could just use e-mail. I do not think our parents would like phone bills with long distance calls on them."

Tamryn sighs, "Yeah."

"Something wrong?"

"Well, it's just that my parents are my foster parents but I consider them my parents more then my birth parents."

"How come? What happened?"

"My parents decided after they had that they didn't want me anymore. So, when I was four they tried to drown me in the bathtub."

"That's awful! They went to jail correct?"

"Of course. They both went to jail for attempted murder among other charges making a grand total of ten to fifteen years."

"I hope you don't have to see them ever again."

"Thanks, Samuel."

"You're welcome."

They walk back to the area everyone was sitting at. They start to eat the fruit.

"Are there any other countries that we should be worried about? Besides Archenland and Calormen?" asks Alan.

"Sarat is to the west of Calormen. There is Wildren, which is a country that have separated from Calormen. And they have hostile ties with Calormen along civil wars within it's own country," Botain says.

"You'll learn more about all the countries once you defeat Korin," Xain says as they finish eating.

"I think you all should train for a hour," Trian says.

The kids mumble under their breath before getting up and preparing their weapons. Trent was looking at the multiple targets that Xain had help him set up. The targets were farther apart and he had to shoot from where he was standing. He guessed that the farthest target was about fifteen yards away and looked very small. He pushes his glasses up and starts with the closet target. He hears the thud of the arrow hitting the center dead on. He continues with the rest of the targets and takes a deep breath before aiming at the farthest target. He aims in what he thinks would be the center and shots. He hears a faint thud. He and Xain collect the arrows. He sighs seeing the arrow hadn't hit the center of the farthest target.

"Well done, Son of Adam."

"Well done? I missed the middle unlike my other targets."

"If you were fighting in a war, you would have killed many and injured one. That injury could keep your opponent from hurting one of your allies."

"I never thought of it that way. Thanks, Xain."

"You are welcome, Son of Adam. Now aim at the targets again."

Trent nods and starts restart the aiming process.

Samuel and Alan were facing each other, both were breathing hard trying to find a way to weaken one another. Alan waits for Samuel to move in on the attack. He had learned that by keeping still and never making the first move caused both Samuel and Tamryn to become paranoid and attack first.

(Too bad it doesn't work on, Botain.) He thinks.

He takes a deep breath and waits. He had also learned how to make Samuel become tired quickly and that approach failed with Tamryn as he learned that she was not one to tire easily in sparring. Samuel launches at him with the saber and Alan places his shield in front of his body and strikes out with his sword. Samuel dodges it and goes to strike with both his swords. Alan maneuvers his body out of reach of the swords and swings out with his shield. Samuel strikes out with his saber and almost cuts Alan.

(That was a little too close.) He thinks.

He jumps away from Samuel's lunge and tackles him.

Samuel grunts feeling a strong pain now in his back.

(I will have bruises from this.) He thinks.

He suddenly gets a idea of what to do. He goes to attack Alan with his short sword which as expected he places his shield in front of his body. Samuel uses his legs and pushes back on the shield taking Alan by surprise and almost causing him to fall over. Samuel jumps up and lunges at him. Alan feels his breath getting short and spins out the way of Samuel's saber. He kicks Samuel in the stomach. Samuel gasps and grips his stomach.

"I yield."

The two boys sit down and look at each other.

"You need to work on your breathing, Samuel. You get tired out easily."

Samuel nods.

Cheyenne and Trian were practicing together. She uses her cloak for fifteen minutes. Trian manages to dodge must of her hits upon by relying on his hearing and the wind. He could tell the movements of the dagger by the changes of velocity in wind. They rest.

"Why can't I practice with Tamryn, Samuel, and Alan, Trian?"

"Because you are young and Aslan will not allow you to get hurt."

"Really?"

"Of course. He will want you and everyone else safe to be able to rule Narnia."

Tamryn and Botain were practicing together. She bends back as Botain launches at her. She bends back far enough so that Botain goes over her. She could feel his fur against her shirt. They continue for another twenty minutes.

"Rinion will be proud, Tamryn."

"Thanks, Botain."

They rest for ten minutes before walking down the path.

(We'll be to Aslan's camp soon. It will be nice to meet him. I have to protect Cheyenne no matter what happens. I will get her back to Fort Worth safe and sound.) thinks Alan.

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