Hello everybody. I present to you the sixth chapter of A Journey To Narnia.
I'm sorry for the delay in posting this, my examinations were on. I promise to update sooner from now on.
Thanks to all my reviewers- Glamourgirl190, snowcherry98, bonestemprance, truthfulbadger and princess emma you all made my day!
Disclaimer: I had a dream that Narnia belonged to me, but it seldom does to dwell on dreams right? ;)
So on with the chapter now, I hope you enjoy it.
Warning: This chapter has a little use of colourful language.
* The Battle *
Peter looked around, the Narnian army was cheering, as he walked out of the How, silver armour gleaming in the morning hours.
"Ready brother?" Edmund asked, walking beside the High King.
Peter sighed. This was it. Nodding he said, "As ready as I'll ever be."
Edmund grimaced. "Go on brother. Get it over with."
Peter walked forth, his eyes glinting with grim determination. The Lord Protector and High King walked into the battlement, and bowed.
For the last time Peter glanced back. He had to win.
"For Narnia, and for Aslan!" he cried. The Narnian side followed with cries of 'Go King Peter!' and 'For Narnia, and for Aslan!'
There was a clash of metal on metal. The air vibrated as the two swords met in midair in harsh yet fluid motions. The duel had begun.
Peter slashed, and the crowd cheered, as Miraz fell back a few steps. Taking advantage, Peter slashed again, and again. For a few seconds it seemed like the High King might win easily.
But Miraz soon learnt Peter's weakness, his left arm was injured and he wasnt making full use of his shield. Gaining ground, he started taking full benefit of his hieght and wieght.
The horse was galloping fast. Alexis who had never ridden before clung to the young Queen in front of her. It had been a long time and they hadn't yet found Aslan.
"Do you think we'll find Aslan?" said Lucy, half panting because of the exertion.
"Of course. Hve faith Your Maje- Lucy." said Alexis, calmly. Then after a bit of hesitation, she added, "Is He really a- a lion?"
"He's not just any lion." said Lucy. "He is the Lion. The highest king over all kings in Narnia."
"But then is he- is he safe?" asked Alexis.
Lucy chuckled, when they had first come to Narnia, Susan had asked the same question to Mr. Beaver. "Safe? Of course not! After all, He is not a tame lion. But he is good. He brought us here, you too."
"W-Why did we come here?" Alexis asked hesistantly.
"Everyone comes for a reason, Alex. But the reason is yours to find."said Lucy, her childish smile hiding the intelligence in her eyes.
"Why did you come here?"
"We were sent away to CombeHalt, when our faher went away to war. There we lived with Proffessor Kirke. There was a wardrobe in that house. When I went to hide inside, I came here. The others never-"
"Lucy!" The Queen was cut off by Alexis's cry, the older girl's hand was tightly gripping her own.
Her nails cutting into Lucy's lace covered arm.
Peter was on the ground, knocked over by Miraz, Miraz was advancing ready to slash. There was complete silence and time seemed to slow as Miraz brought his sword forward.
And then cheers broke out.
As Miraz's sword loomed over him, Peter had slipped into flashbacks.
Lucy, she had almost been drowned, he held her dripping coat, as Susan rebuked him for losing Lucy. The ice river was floewing with ferocity and Lucy was no where to be seen. "Has anyone seen my coat?" she asked, coming up from behind them all. "Lu!" "Lucy!" peter and Susan had shouted, relieved to have found her safe and sound.
Susan hung from the lowest branch of the oak tree, her face pale. She would faint any time. The witche's guard, Maugrim was below her, snapping at the soon to be Queen. Peter rushed forward, and stabbed his sword through the Wolf's chest.
The battle was over, the narnians had won, and Jadis was dead. So was Edmund, or he was near death. Peter's eyes watered as he saw the light fade from his brothers eyes. But Lucy was just in time. Administering the cordial to Edmund, she sat back. Edmund coughed and woke up, and was immediately wrapped in a tight hug from his siblings.
His cornation day, as they sat on their thrones, the love of the Narnians for their Kings and Queens shining in each pair of eyes.
Remembering those times, Peter was filled with determination. He couldn't give up. He couldn't die. He couldn't lose. Narnia needed him. His country, his only home, was in danger. And he had to protect it.
With the purpose to win, Peter rolled over on his side. Kicking Miraz on his leg. The Lord Protector fell to his knees, his sword buried where Peter had been lying moments ago.
The High King was towering over a kneeling Miraz. Sword pointing to his throat, a victorius gleam in his beautiful blue eyes.
Miraz face reflected nothing but pure shock. He hadn't expected this. But he still hadn't lost his arrogant composure.
"What happened boy?" he sneered, "Too cowardly to take life?"
Peter was furious, Miraz still dared to sneer even when death was upon him!
"It is not mine to take." said Peter through gritted teeth. Turning, he offered the sword to Caspian. Surprise and uncertainity crossed his face, but then his eyes hardened. Miraz had murdered his father, he was a tyrant, and he deserved to die.
Caspian took a deep breath, and stepped forward. He took hold of the sword Peter was offering him, and took his place before Miraz.
The man bowed his head in resignation, murmuring, "Perhaps you do have the makings of a Telmarine King."
Caspian looked into those concieted, treachourous eyes with disgust. "Not one like you!" he shouted and thrust the sword.
Not into Miraz's throat but into the ground before him, saying, "Keep your life, but Im giving the Narnians back their kingdom. Go, leave this country if you want to live."
"LUCY!" Alexis cried. Lucy was on the ground, she had killed one telmarine soldier but she hadn't been fast enough with the other, and now the man was standing over the helpless Queen, dagger in hand.
I wish I had learnt how to fight! Alexis thought, as she frantically searched for some kind of weapon, or an escape route for herself and the young Queen.
"Alexis, run, find As-Aslan! Leave me..."
"No Luc-" Alexis broke off. She could sense something. A nagging sensation at the edge of her brain, like a buzz. She concentrated on it.
As it came into focus, she realized it wasnt a buzz but it was a blurry image. The image of Lucy, and the Telmarine lord howering over her.
Suddenly a small tree branch caught Alexis's attention. Her mind working like clock work, she quickly grabbed it and ran to hit the man. It hit his head, he stumbled but was able to carry himself anyway.
The man pushed her away, saying, "Ill deal with you later!" as he did this. Alexis fell back, and the man turned to Lucy.
Why Your Majesty," the lord said mockingly, "Where is your valiance now? And where is your brother? Why doesnt he come riding in to save you?"
"Shut up you!" spat lucy, disgust lacing her voice.
"How dare you, you btich!" the man shouted, rasising his sword. But Lucy had seen something he hadn't.
An opening, his armour was incomplete. Quickly she kicked him in the gut, he staggered. Getting up, Lucy drew out her hidden dagger and in one fluid moment, stabbed it in his side.
A scream escaped the man as he dropped dead in that instant.
Alexis snapped out of her trance. Or as she realized it, because she was lying on the ground, her head hurting from the blow the man had given her while he pushed her, and Lucy lay beside her, as the man stood above her, sneering.
"Shut up you!" Spat Lucy, disgust lacing her voice.
"How dare you, you bitc-" the man was cut off by Alexis's shout.
A million thoughts flooded her mind. What was that? Had it been real? Or maybe not? Was she losing it? What was she to do?
But she pushed all that away, and shouted out a simple instruction. It had been intutive, and it saved Lucy's life.
"Lucy, his left side! Look!"
Both Lucy and the man looked startled. As they understood what Alexis had said, both had their different reactions. The man moved to cover his side.
But the young Queen was too quick and smart to outrun. Quickly she kicked him in the gut, he staggered. Getting up, Lucy drew out her hidden dagger and in one fluid moment, stabbed it in his side.
A scream escaped the man as he dropped dead in that instant.
There was a shocked silence, and then Lucy sank to the ground.
"Lucy!" Alexis ran to crouch beside the now sobbing Queen. "Are you- you're hurt." Lucy's right arm was bleeding badly. And her cheek bore a small scar.
"I'm alright, just... just shaken." she replied. Shivering a little.
Alexis tore a little of the gown she had been given, and tied it firmly around Lucy's arm. Sushing away the young girl's protests of how she was fine, and didnt need help.
"Oh, these treacherous Telmarines!" Lucy cursed, as Alexis cleaned the wound on her cheek. "They are merciless, heartless men."
"That they are, I just hope that High King Peter is alright." Alexis agreed.
"He is." both the girls started. The voice had come from behind them. It was calm. Clear and serene. And it belonged to-
"Aslan!" Lucy cried, as she got up and hurried to the Great Lion.
"Greetings, dear one."
Alexis stood frozen by the sheer majesty and radiance Aslan emitted. The golden glow that surrounded him pulsed with magnificence.
The Lion looked at her, his deep brown eyes shining.
"Welcome, Alexis, daughter of Eve." he said, as he moved forward to stand before the astounded girl.
"Thank you, Aslan." she said dumbfounded. Her mind had gone numb.
Aslan smiled and then turned back to Lucy.
"Are you alright, my child?" he asked.
"Yes Aslan. All thanks to Alexis, if she hadnt seen the soldier's weakness, I would have been dead."
At this, Alexis's mind jumped back into action, as a hundred thoughts whirled inside her head.
"Aslan, how...? And what...?" was all she could manage. She didnt know how to put it all into words.
The Lion smiled at her.
"I see you have learnt about your gift." he said simply.
The war was waging, there was no hope now. Edmund wished Lucy and Alexis would hurry up.
A man attacked him from behind. His reflex was quick, he whirled around and slashed.
Duck. Slash. Hit. Attack. Duck. Parry. Stab.
And it was over. The soldier lay dead. The Narnians were doing their best, but the battle was growing uglier and uglier.
"Treachery!" Glozelle shouted. "They murdered our King!"
Anger bubbled inside Edmund. Glozelle had sunk an arrow loooking the same as Susan's into Miraz's chest. And Miraz lay dead on the ground.
It sure looked like Susan had shot the man from her place with the archers.
Clever cunning bastards! Edmund thought to himself, now they will attack us! Should have known!
"Be ready!" Peter shouted as the Telmarine army rushed toward them, in numbers and weapons far greater than their own.
A grim sense of purpose could be seen on every Narnian's face, as he or she redied themselves for battle.
"Look! The trees!" someone shouted from somewhere behind him. Edmund turned. And sure enough, the trees were moving. Rushing toward the Telmarines, their roots crushing soldiers as the branches unsmoothed their war machines.
"Retreat!" shouted the Telmarine General, as he ealized that there was no chance now.
The Telmarines began running back. Towards the river rush, in Beruna. And Narnians gave them the chase.
But alas! It had been a misteake. The General abruptly stopped. Before him, on the other side of the bridge stood two young women. And between them a lion.
Glozelle had never believed in the Narnian folklore, and it didnt strike him who this was. Thinking it an ordinary lion, and two young girls, he ordered the Telmarines to charge, to finsih them off.
But halfway acroos the bridge, the men halted. Or were forced to halt. The river rose, in high strong waves, until it formed a huge water beast.
The beast turned its dipping head toward Aslan, who nodded. It bent, and picked up the bridge. The soldiers were all panicking, some jumping into the river, others falling of. With one flick of his huge arm the beast broke the bridge as all who stood upon it fell into the river.
The beast bowed his head before Aslan, then dropped back into the river with a ferocity matched by none. Killing the soldiers who had fallen into the river.
The battle was over. The Narnians had won, and the leftover Telmarine soldiers had surrendered. A victorius cry rang out throught the woods, as animals, fauns, centaurs, minotaurs dwarves, nymphs all danced and celebrated. Narnia was their own once again.
"Welcome back, Kings and Queen of Narnia. Rise." said Aslan in his rich well bred voice.
Susan, Peter and Edmund rose.
"Greetings, Prince Caspian." Caspian too rose.
"Welcome to Narnia, Isabel Walters, and Jennifer Vehenson." He said, adreesing the two girls standing behind the Kings and Queen.
"Thank you, umm..." started Isabel, nervous of the Lion, even though they had heard about him.
'Aslan' Alexis mouthed from behind Aslan, she knew that neither Isabel nor Jennifer could remember His name.
"Thank you Aslan." said Jennifer, getting the message.
"Now, Your Majesties, you have done great work here. I believe you deserve some rest." said Aslan adressing the Kings and Queen before him.
"You too, Lucy, and Alexis. Same goes for you daughters of Eve." said Asaln, turning to Isabel and Alexis. "Go, all of you, and rest."
"Yes Aslan." They all chorused, as each went in their own direction. The three Kings to their tent, as the two Queens led the three new daughters of Eve to their own.
There, it may not be that great, and Im really sorry for the delay!
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Regards,
Maira