Disclaimer: C.S. Lewis owns Narnia.

Chapter 4

Aslan led us to the battle. Lucy and her older sister, Susan, were riding him. I had run to my room to get my weapons and change into armor. The armor was dwarf made, light but durable. I easily kept pace with Aslan, even though I was running.

We arrived at the battle. One thought flashed through my mind: Kill her. I ran into the battle. Battle and fighting have always been part of my lifestyle, and as I flew like a whirlwind, I realized that I had missed it.

I remember the look on her face when she saw me. Anger, and yes, bafflement. I laughed aloud when I saw her.

"The Fierce for Aslan!" I shouted. Knocking a hag to the side and stabbing a werewolf in the chest, I exulted for a minute in the feeling of victory. Then I saw a blur of movement running towards her.

It was a boy about my age. He was wearing the armor and surcoat of a knight of Narnia. He ran towards her, and while she wasn't looking, brought his sword crashing down on her wand. I almost cheered but then caught myself.

A Minotaur crashed into my view. I impatiently sliced his head off. This was something I wanted to see.

She noticed it when he broke her wand. She turned around and lunged at him with a knife, but he skipped back. They circled each other warily for a while. Then he went on the offensive and began a flurry of attacks. They succeeded in driving her back. She soon recovered, however. Suddenly she lunged at him and stabbed him right the stomach. He collapsed. She pulled her knife out of him with a look of pure hatred, and went off to find easier prey.

I gasped and ran over to him. He was still alive. I knelt by his side.

"I'm Isala. You must be Edmund. I'll go and get Lucy." I got up and ran in search of Lucy.

I found her, relatively far away from the battle. "Lucy!"

"Isala! What is it?"

"Your brother. Edmund. He's in trouble. She stabbed him through the guts." Lucy saw the look of desperation on my face and ran as fast as her little legs would carry her. I stopped.

"Here. Climb on my back." I was only fourteen, but I was strong. I carried Lucy all the way to Edmund. Susan and somebody who was probably her older brother, Peter, were already there. I sensed that I was intruding on them, and walked a few steps away, searching the battleground for my sisters. Maybe they had changed.

I didn't find them anywhere near the battlefield. I didn't find them at all. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? I had no clue. I didn't even want to know.

"Isala!" I heard somebody shout. I turned around. It was Edmund! He was standing up and waving to me. I gasped. How did that happen? The last time I saw him five minutes ago, he was lying on the ground with a knife wound right through his chest. And here he was, alive and well!

I walked over to them. Peter shook my hand warmly. "Thank you so much, Isala. You saved Edmund, and for that, I – we – are forever grateful."

"But what did I do? All I did was bring Lucy over to him…" I asked.

"Yes. Lucy was given a cordial made of fireflowers." I nodded. Every Narnian knew that the juice of the fireflowers could heal any wound.

"Isala! I can't tell you how grateful I am!" said Edmund. I turned around.

"It wasn't me. Lucy was the one who healed you."

"Yes, but she never would have gotten there in time if it wasn't for you." I nodded.

I was feeling kind of uncomfortable. I had always been the outcast of the family. I wasn't used to being treated like I was special. My sisters wanted power, and they would do anything for it. I suppose that's why I sided with her at the beginning. Cassia, my little sister, didn't know anything. She was just a pawn. Laerana and Sabina tried to make me one too, but I refused. Perhaps that's why my sisters detested me.

I changed the subject. "Have you seen my sisters?"

"Who are your sisters?" Edmund asked. I told him, and he nodded.

"Oh, of course. They're waiting at the camp." I shouldn't have expected them to be at the battle. Their titles are shams, only reflecting what they wish they were. Laerana's a coward, always hiring somebody to do her dirty work. Sabina's merciful, in such a way as that she would pardon a couple people each year. Compared to Laerana, she was merciful. And Cassia's just completely out of it. I suppose she's pure, but in a really weird way.

They chose their titles for themselves after the coronation. I was different. My title was given to me by the people of Narnia. At first, before that, I was just "Isala". My sisters laughed at me for that. They couldn't understand how I wasn't ambitious. As a result, I became a recluse. I had my meals delivered to my room, and never ventured out during the day. She was the bright point of my life, or so I thought. Shows just how foolish I was.