A/N It might be a good idea to reread chapter eight if the name Lord Benjamin doesn't ring a bell… Whoohoo! Two updates in one night actually three including SS:WAGUTD (Yeah that's actually an acronym not a bunch of randomly typed letters.) So I'm sort of playing the let's see how many stories I can juggle at once game! Currently the next on the list to update is Dinner Anyone? Then SS:WAGUTD or Color will be second. Then Teehee ,I also might have started writing another one which doesn't have a name yet but from what I have written Edmund did succeed in signing up to fight in the war and he is being deployed in two weeks when Lucy finds the letter hidden under his bed. He didn't want to go after the last trip to Narnia but there's nothing he can do now. Peter of course goes with him and you'll see the adventures they face while they try to return home! Tell me if there is anything already out there like this because I might try to give it a shot.
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Chaos
With every soldier I killed I cursed Lord Benjamin's name. With every dead Narnian I saw lying on the ground, coloring the grass with their blood, I hoped for a plague upon his house. Dareith Benjamin was the cause of this war. Our relationship with Galma had been strained recently after an intense screaming match over trading, but this, this is the straw that broke the camel's back.
It was a month ago Lord Benjamin had been banned from Narnia after relaying very import facts about the Narnian army to some Galman spies. Normally, the penalty would have been death but being a personal friend of his I could not convince myself to do it. Not after all the deep, heartwarming talks late at night on his ship, not the afternoon teas or the close chess matches which I always let him win. Call it unjust but I don't think I would have been able to live with myself if I killed him. Besides wherever he goes Aslan will make sure he gets what he deserves.
Thus, here we are, fighting at the great river in the Western Woods. This river flows from one end of Narnia to the other and varies in depth. Currently we are at the deepest part of the river on a high ledge above it. The river is colored red as bodies are shoved over the edge to make room for the others. In other words everything is in complete and utter chaos. The fighting was so thick I had to dismount my Horse, Phillip, and go on foot.
The red and gold flag whipped harshly in the wind and rain. That is what we are fighting for I remind myself every time I want to sit down and just let a Galman slit my throat. The numbers of both sides have dwindled but no one is willing to accept defeat. A Minotaur fell beside me. I spared a few seconds to look into his eyes. He gave me a small, jerky sort of nod as if he was telling me it's okay, he knew going into battle today he would die. He knew just like all the others that we had a larger than normal chance of dying when we were so severely outnumbered and unprepared. It tore my heart in half to see the recognition of what he knew was inevitable. He understood like the others that had fallen today that he had no chance of survival. Our healers were few and far between as it was. We couldn't risk having them out on the field, so the smaller animals that could be carried and animals that could manage to get back to the tents had a chance that is if they weren't killed on the way there.
A silver blade was thrust at my neck but was centimeters too short as I hopped back. I used my right, shorter blade to keep his off to the side while I attempted to use the blade in my left hand to stab and slash. The man I was fighting was more of a monster than human. He was probably a head and a neck taller than me and I'm nearly 2 meters tall. His muscles bulged from under his chain mail and the only activity he probably ever did was work out. I was in deep shit.
He thrust at my head and I ducked. I leaned back on my right hand and my left leg while I used my right leg to knock the man's knees out. He wasn't expecting it and tipped forward. As he fell he brought his blade over his head preparing to slice me in half. I quickly rolled to the side next to a dead Narnian. I couldn't take the time to see if I recognized him but I did take the opportunity to steal his shield. The warrior had gotten to his feet and the blows rained down upon me. He was using such brute force that the shield had modeled around my hand and I couldn't seem to slide my arm out of it let alone wiggle my fingers. I rolled once more as I punched his knee with the shield and shattering it. He cried out in pain and shut his eyes. That's when I made my mistake. After such a long duel I had grown sloppy and careless. Oreius had beaten using large sweeping motions out of my brother and me, or so we thought. It was a bad habit I had when I first started training. Large motions gave your opponent time to counter your attack or to simply chop off your arm while you're about stab them in the chest. In other words it was just plain bad idea and was bound to get you killed eventually. Not thinking about anything but ending the beast's life, I pulled my arm back in order to decapitate him. What I wasn't expecting was for him to have any sort of fight left in him. He desperately slashed at me and he hit his mark. His blade caught the cloth right under my throat. He slashed down until he was a little above my stomach. I gasped in pain and let out a low growl. I clutched my chest in order to slow the bleeding. My opponent got on one knee and with a wicked smile he pushed me. I didn't even realize how close I was to the edge until I was tumbling off of it. I clutched my chest and tried to compose myself but that's pretty hard to do when you're falling to your death. A scream tore through my throat as plummeted towards the water. The last thing I heard was someone shouting my name and then a painful crash of cold. Then everything went black.
A/N This is the beginning of a three shot for the three chapters Chaos, Caring and Color. *SPOILER ALERT FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS* I have no clue if any of you like to be surprised but I thought I would give you the plan right now so you know what to expect and won't be dreadfully confused. I'm actually going to put Color next and have the battle for Peter's POV and then you can find out what happens to Edmund the Caring will be the aftermath of the battle and Edmund talks about how he feels about being betrayed by Lord Benjamin who was created in chapter 8 Alibi. So if you don't remember who he is you might want to reread that!
Thanks for reading,
Hain