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Aslan leads the children back behind the red tents. They sit in the meadow. Tamryn looks at Aslan.

(He is definitely who I saw in the forest earlier. If only they would believe me. I would love to ask him about it, but now is such a busy time. It would not be appropriate.) She thinks. (I need to focus on the battle anyways.)

"You are all probably anxious to learn exactly how each of you will participate in this upcoming battle."

The children nod.

"We have an army of 2500. Unfortunately, I predict our army is much smaller than that of Korin's."

"How many more do Korin have?" Alan asks.

"Korin has conceived many followers out of Narnians. I am predict exactly how many."

"But you predict that we are the children to defeat it?" Samuel asks.

Aslan nods.

"What do we do about the Narnians that Korin just misguided? Do we kill them too?" asks Trent.

"They made a choice to join Korin. If they are in this battle coming up then there will be a chance that they will die. After the war ends, it is their choice. They can live under your rule or they may be exiled. You must know though, that some Narnians will always follow Korin even after this battle and will try to take back the kingdom."

Tamryn's mind goes to Cinian.

"How is that possible? They won't have a leader." She asks.

"Someone will come forward from them and lead them. It will be difficult you all to gain the trust of those Narnians that will not agree to reason."

"You mean like Korin brainwashed them really bad?" Cheyenne asks.

"Unfortunately."

"How will the army be split?" asks Alan.

Cheyenne looks at him then back at Aslan, who was about to speak.

"You will each lead a squadron of five hundred. Alan, you and Samuel will lead ground troops. Trent, you will lead the archers. Tamryn, you will lead the centaurs. Cheyenne, you will lead the griffin squadron."

"Griffin squadron?" asks Alan.

"Griffins are flying creatures; they are half bird and half lion. I took a mythology class so I know what that and a centaur is," Tamryn explains.

"Did you put Cheyenne in charge of the griffins to keep her safe?" Alan asks.

Cheyenne glares at him, "I can take care of myself, Alan!"

"We're talking about a war. Not some river full of tigers, Cheyenne. You could actually get hurt."

Aslan cuts in before the siblings can says anything else, "Yes. She will be leading her squadron but it will be squadron in the back. Trent, your section will hopefully be able to use the hills and trees as cover to fire at Korin's army."

Trent nods.

"Tamryn, you will need to find a horse to ride. Your reins that I gave you will have a great purpose in this battle. Alan, Samuel, I trust that you two will work together well leading the ground troops. Be sure to use each other's strengths in this battle."

The children nod once again.

"When can we expect this battle to take place?" asks Samuel.

(I never thought I would ever ask that. Let alone be discussing battle strategy with a giant lion.) He thinks.

"Within the next five days. Not long before you all arrived, a falcon scouter returned with word that Korin's army was moving toward us from the west."

"That seems so close," Trent says a little apprehensive.

"It will come quickly. We may be fighting sooner than expected."

"What kind of armor do we have?" Alan asks.

"Chain mail, helmets, gloves for you wielding swords and daggers, and typical pieces of army, you will have special boots for the battle."

"And our armor will be the same for as the boys?" Tamryn asks.

"Yes. There will be no distinction between armor. After the battle of course, you two will have more royal and queenly attire."

Tamryn and Cheyenne nod. Aslan dismisses them for now so that they can and change into Narnian looking clothes so that they are not stared at all the time. Tamryn and Cheyenne go into their tent. Tamryn looks back and sees Trent walking into the boys' tent.

"Tamryn?"

She snaps forward.

"Yeah?"

"Are you coming in and closing the flap?"

"Oh, yeah."

She quickly comes in and looks at the clothes on her bed. There were dark brown pants, a white thin long sleeve shirt and brown boots. Cheyenne had navy blue pants, gray thin long sleeve shirt, and black boots. They change into the clothes and go back outside. Cheyenne was still trying to decide if she should believe Tamryn about seeing Aslan.

(She couldn't have seen him. He was hear in his tent when we got here. He couldn't have moved that fast.) Cheyenne thinks.

They walk over to the boys. All three boys were in black pants and boots but Alan had a tan thin long sleeve shirt, Samuel a blue one, and Trent in a brown one.

"How did I end up being the only one with brown boots?"

"Maybe they ran out of black," Alan says with a slight shrug.

Tamryn notices Aslan walk back into camp. She somewhat meets his gaze.

(I know for sure now that I saw him in that forest. I won't let them tell me otherwise.) She thinks.

She still felt the need to talk to Aslan, but knew she shouldn't talk to him for the moment. She decides to go explore the different tents. She starts to walk through. She notices a faun trying to carry multiple scrolls; it trips over a small stone and the scrolls scatter to the ground. She quickly goes over and starts to pick them up.

"Are you alright?"

"I am fine. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Tamryn notices on scroll coming slightly unwrapped she sees the word 'Narnia S' on it but not the rest of the word beginning with the s. She follows the faun to his tent and begins to put the scrolls away.

"I can never thank you enough, Daughter of Eve."

"Please just call me, Tamryn. What should I call you?"

"My name is Oliez. I keep the ancient Narnian scrolls preserved."

"Are they prophecies?"

"Many historical facts of Narnia. The prophecy of your arrival is one of them."

"Really?"

Oliez nods and takes out a scroll.

"Look for yourself."

Tamryn reads through the scroll slightly amazed at seeing something prophesied her and the others.

(This is so weird.) Tamryn thinks.

She soon decides to go look through the other tents.

"If you ever want any scrolls just come to me."

"I will."

Alan was walking on a hill near the camp he had seen Cheyenne heading up it and decided to follow her.

(Since we have some down time, I guess maybe we should get on talking terms before anything big comes up.) He thinks.

He sees his sister sitting on side of the hill on a large walk. He heads over and Cheyenne turns hearing his footsteps.

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