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"Cheyenne, I think we should talk."
She huffs.
"Alright."
"I think I was a little too hard on you."
"You really think so?"
"Yeah. I shouldn't have been that hard on you. Even though I don't appreciate being so bold, I have to admit what you did was very noble. It shows you're unselfish and care about your allies."
"I didn't want any of them to die for us."
"They would have died for Narnia."
"And that's what scares me."
"All we have to do is be careful."
Cheyenne nods.
"It'll be alright, I promise you that, Chey."
"I hope you can keep that promise."
"I'll do what I can. You have to trust me."
"I do. I just being smothered, like you did to me back at the river and during the last five days."
"I'm sorry. It's just I'd hate for anything bad to happen to my little sister. If that happened, I would never forgive myself."
Cheyenne looks straight into Alan's eyes.
"You mean it?"
"Of course. I love you, Cheyenne. Besides, Mom and Dad would kill me if I lost you."
"Right."
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Alan."
"Just remember: I have two jobs as a big brother. One, tease you. And two, protect you."
She narrows her eyes at the tease part, but she relaxes her brows after hearing the protect part.
"And I have two jobs as a little sister. One, annoy you. And two, look up to you."
Alan just smirks at her.
"What?"
"Nothing. So, am I on your good side?
"Yes."
"Good. Come on, let's get some training done."
"Alright."
The siblings go off in separate directions to practice. Cheyenne meets up with some red dwarves, who show her some targets she can use to practice with her dagger. She is about to start practicing when she notices Trent coming her way.
"Hey, Cheyenne."
"Hi, Trent. Are you going to practice with me?"
"Might as well. Not like I can spar, Like Tamryn or the guys."
"Right. I see what you mean."
"Besides, I still need to get used to the idea of fighting a war."
"So do I. Alan doesn't really want me apart of this."
"I can understand why he wouldn't. Come on, let's get started."
"And this time, don't take so long to aim at your target."
Trent gives her a look that told her not to joke, and the two of them aim at their targets. Alan finds Samuel and Tamryn. He asks them if they could take turns sparring each other, which they both agree to do. Alan and Samuel face each other first. Aslan looks on at all five of them. After half an hour, Aslan decides to let everyone have something to eat.
"You are all doing well in your training," Aslan compliments them.
"Thank you," they all reply.
"You are all welcome, but remember that we must remain focused on defeating Korin."
Everyone agrees.
"Get some rest, everyone. We will need as much energy as we can muster."
Everyone nods and goes off in every direction. Aslan looks at Trent, who was heading back to the boys' tents.
"Trent, stay behind. I want to talk with you."
"Yes, Aslan?"
"Do not worry. You have done nothing wrong."
Aslan urges him to sit back down. He does so.
"You are doing well with your bow and arrow. What is troubling you?"
"I'm still shaken up by the tiger incident at the river. I know what needs to be done, but this is too overwhelming. Besides, I can't stay coordinated to save my life."
"You manage your bow and arrow with ease. I am confident in you, as is this army."
"But what if we fail?"
"Do not think negatively, Trent. You must believe that what you are fighting for is worthwhile."
"I know, Aslan. It's hard for me, because my father has said negative things toward me ever since my mom died six years ago."
"What your father says should not matter to you, and your mother would want you to fight for what is right. What do you think?"
"I think I should believe in myself and lead the archers to save Narnia."
Aslan nods.
"I assure you that it will become easier for you to accomplish what you need to do."
"Thank you, Aslan."
"You are welcome. Now, get some rest. You will need it."
Trent nods and heads for the boys' tent.
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