The Narnian elf Princess

Chapter 10: Battle of Beruna

The plan was simple; the location was at Beruna a flat plain with a rocky Tourane beside it. Peter would the first squadron, those who would charge first. Edmund and I will lead the archery team that stood on the cliffs. We watched as the white witches army fast approached with stronger numbers, including three giants. Secretly I gulped. We didn't expect giant for they were isolated in the north. General Otmin stood before the army raising his axe in the air with a roar of pride.

"Milady," I stared at Black fang. Who wore armor that also covers his face? "Have you reconsidered of turning back? If you die it'll be end of the elves?"

Edmund heard this as about speak but I stopped him. "I am Narnian, if I die than I'll be with my people. If I live then I shall make them proud."

Black Fang nodded ,"Then I'm with you till the death."

"Hannon le, mellon," As I draw a given bow standing at first position ready for Edmunds command.

When the battle seemed unpredictable once the Peter raised his sword and charged. Thank Aslan for the griffins as they did an aerial attack, dropping boarder. When the battle got hectic, Edmund gave the command to fire the phoenix arrow that summons the legendary bird of flames. It worked till the white witch used a spell the cease it. With no other choice we retreated back to the rocks. Once our team past safer ground the archers fire their arrow, Until I sense him. The darkness of a demonic shriek, as the wraith killed with his deviant flail (Mace), crushing his opponents in one swing, Heading straight for me.

Eye's lock, he held not any mace but Mortalitas, the darkest of all Narnian weaponry. I draw Athene sensing her pulsed, ready to fight. Only ten feet apart from each other as I can sense the darkness engulf our surroundings.

"Gû kîbum kelkum-ishi, burzum-ishi. Akha - gûm-ishi ashi gurum. ('There-is-no life in-the-cold, in-the-dark. Here - in-the-void only death)" Nazgûl said.

I shook no. "Light and darkness, good and evil, Angels and demon to powerful to balance each, either must die at the hands of the other, for neither can lived while the other is still survives."

"Mae (Yes)" He agreed with a bow.

I bowed as well, Athene at full length. We began to circle each other slowly, eyeing ever move and analyzing one another. Who would strike first? Finally he swung his mace at me. Quickly I dodge it jumping backward, using a rock to lift me up and spear above my head and brought it down on his arm, cutting it. He gave a painful shriek swinging again. Instantly bending down to swing Athene at his feet in attempt to trip him, a loud clung was heard, but didn't work, rolling away narrowly escaping his attack.

"Lie dagar hen u- erir othen!"(You cannot win this fight) Nazgûl cried.

I panted holding Athene tightly. Aslan what have you gotten me into?

Jumping high onto a rock to evade the maces spike, in attempt to strike his chest where there was no armor. All it was; was defense and aiming at exposed vantage points. For Nazgûl strength was stronger than anyone, while I used reflexes and agility in order to survive. All around us I could see death on both sides. Black fang pouncing on a troll biting its head off with his sharp fangs as it screamed. Edmund doing his best to fight with his sword and Peter: Peter fighting as well.

How long have we fought, for I don't know? Having myself to kick the wraith in the back only to get smack in the shoulder with the mace that tossed me ten feet, slamming into a cliff wall. I then coughed blood, losing my left harness. Everything became hazy in view; silence to hear all what I saw was mute. Silences, was a painful torment, feeling blood slide down my face to see red.

An iron hand clamed around my neck that I realizes I wasn't dead yet. Nazgûl forced me up to see a blurry wraith and his piercing vermillion eyes. He slammed me into the stone again that it hurt hard, and then punched me in the stomach hitting the diaphragm. To which I was coughing blood, hardily breathing.

"You lose Tarran. The last of the Narnian elves shall be extinct. Darkness shall win."

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Flash Back

A young Gwen woken from a nightmare, with tears in her eyes! She climbed out of her bed and walked in the hall during the middle of the night. Until she stood in front of the Professor Kirks studies, nervously knocking on the door.

"Adam," she whimpered.

The door opened to reveal a middle age old Professor Kirkes. He smoked his pipe looking down at his weeping adopted daughter. With a smile Digory let Gwen in, as she sat on the lounge gazing into the fire. Her small form shaken with her stuff lion tightly in her arms. Professor Kirkes knew his daughter had nightmares since she could remember, so well but a certain one tainted her to quiver in fear.

"Shadow man again?" He asked taking a seat and wrapped an arm around her,

"He's scary, too scary; always dark," Little Gwen said clinging to her father.

Professor Kikes chuckled petting her golden locks. "Now, now, it's alright iel, Im sinta (daughter, I know), but always remember even the smallest light can defeat the darkness."

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"The light has fallen, and the Arch Angel is dying." Nazgûl taunted, slamming me into the wall again to receive another flash back, one I don't recognized.

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A ten year old (By appearance) Gwen ran in the meadow dancing along with the fire flies. She wore a pale lilac dress and a silver headdress. Her skin glowing under the dusk sky to match the stars as her hair shimmered in waves of her movement, not caring the condition they soon will be. As she jumped in attempt to catch a fire fly that light the meadow under a willow tree.

"Gwengwyvar my light, my holy child my tarren where are you?" Sang a melody voice.

Gwengwyvar jumped catching a fire fly which she squealed in victory as she skipped back towards a beautiful woman elf. The elf woman wore a lavender gown, skin as fair, ebony hair and silver eyes. In her hand was a silver lantern inside full with fire flies that shine brighter than ordinary fire flies.

"Atar, Atar, looked what I caught." Gwengwyvar cheered. Her mother smiled and kneeled down to see her daughters fire fly. Gwengwyvar awed at her birth mothers beauty that could never compete with Swanwhite of the twilight unlike the queen of beauty. Alvina held her own beauty that no mere mortal shall understand nor comprehend except her daughter. The tarren opened her hand to revile the small insect of fire that crawled on ivory skin.

"What a lovely creature." Queen Alvina cooed, as the bug flew away.

Gwengwyvar sigh in contempt, seeing her mother's smile. Alvina smiled and then gave her daughter a silk pouch. The girl opened it and gasped for it was, an Edwin pin a crystal life pendent. Similar to what King Dwynwyn wore to which his wife's to proclaim their love. The queen put it on her daughter neck kissing her cheek while hooking the silver latch.

"Ta vanima (it's beautiful)" Gwengwyvar whispered tracing the vines and dragonfly.

"You are ate age iel," Alvina said cradling her daughter cheek. "Know that when you find love and both of you accepted each other in the future give this to him."

Gwengwyvar nodded awing at her life gem.

"Also my dear tarren, that it'll protect you in evil by saying these words. Aiya pin Elenion Ancalima."

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"Any last words she elf." Wraith asked.

I looked up at his glaring at him with a smirk as I grabbed his gauntlet.

"Aiya pin Elenion Ancalima!" I chanted. A bright light illuminated from my amulet. The pure light brighten to blinding causing the creature of darkness, to drop me while shriek in agony. I caught myself crawling away from the demon and stood up to grasp my Edwin Pin. "Atar, mother thank you."

Mortalitas caught few that I rolled in time as it hit where I laid. Crap; that was a close one! For some time, I kept dodging the flail as I try to reach Athene. When I grabbed it, her formed changed from a spear to a scythe. Though the elusive detail was fascinating didn't fazed me as I swung the blade upward and sliced off his left arm; for it fell on to the ground, flexing some till stopped. Nazgûl screamed and kicked me in the stomach. I guess he was a left handed when he used Mortalitas. I tripped backward before swinging again. Although when I fell, he stomped on my left arm breaking it. I screamed in agony till stabbing his foot with my dagger shredding the metatarsus region.

Nazgûl gave a shriek stepping back an opportunity as I jump up to fetch my bearings. I leaned upon a stone figure; I examine it to see who it was . . . Oreius, not you too. I sighed; glaring at the wraith, who pulled out his ancient brook sword. Damn it. As I grabbed my left arm, checking to find it bleeding and the chainmail shattered, to reveal a deep gash, but no signs of any arties or vein lacerated. Though, it hurt to move since the nervous system was on overdrive.

"Mor – cora adan!" (Black hearted man!) I hissed, stepping forward toppling some. I lifted Athene and charged in our duel but a song chanted in my head.

Home is behind
The world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow
To the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall fade

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, a sudden sharp pain in my abdomen, opening my eyes to see Nazgûl brook sword pieced through my armor corset, chainmail and flesh. A through and though! Looking down how thick it was three inched wide now covered in blood. Also tasting copper to taste blood on my tongue. I glared at death in pure hatred while grabbing onto his sword creating more blood to escape.

"Bastard, "I spat.

"Oh, still able to talk even with a sword in your gut," He taunts piecing more in. I groan, clenching my teeth, god it hurt. Gabbing tighter to his sword drawing blood: rapidly that a human would die already. "If you can see now Edhel (Elf) you should understand exactly how dire need your situation is."

Yes, Elves maybe immortal, but can die with a fatal wound.

"Shut up." I growl, full of rage.

"He, he, he, what courage's girl! But how much longer can you stand?" Nazgûl asked sliding his sword more, making me gasped. So much pain; as I breathed in heavily casting an enchanted spell from out of nowhere, to heal the wound. "Ah, interesting, your elven gift in healing, that some skilled."

I panted to see a green mist hovered over the wound to stop the bleeding. Then focused back at hand, glaring more, how long can I hold? Already I could feel my body becoming cold while numb in certain areas.

"Such anger," Wraith murmured pushing in more "Do you feel the pain. The blade piercing you as your life force is sucked away. You are an excellent adversary. . . Give in, fall into the darkness and become a wraith? A powerful in magic and weaponry amongst mortals! Live forever."

"For . . . ever?" I whispered.

Nazgûl nodded. "Gû kîbum kelkum-ishi, burzum-ishi. Akha - gûm-ishi ashi gurum."

Eternal darkness, for light and good dies to become the darkness. Let the world fall into a void of despair? Pain, intense pain becoming weak, feeling so cold, and shaking violently; my body never felt so heavy, that it aches. My vision swam with black spots, head felt disturbingly light, not tire but weak. Pulling closer to death of grim.

"You chose then," he asked.

I shook no, "Why, why kill all those innocent people?"

"Because My Queen advice it. Conquer a new world. Jadis would be pleased if you become her subject. So give in."

ROAR!

All eyes lay on top of the hill to see Aslan roaring. Impossible, he's alive, but how? Doesn't matter, if Aslan can defy death so can I. As I

"I won't give up." I said, clenching Athene to its original form a small spear lance sword. Even small can still be deadly. "I swore to protect Narnia. . . even if Sacrificing myself, So be it!"

"Pity," Nazgûl sighed, pulling his sword back ready to kill.

But a whooshing sound caught our ears and penetrated the demon back. Nazgûl screamed jumped and screamed, in pain. For an arrow with white feathers embedded to his back near the heart to a collapsed lung. I looked over his shoulder to see another archer cloaked in green robes. This was last chance to take of defeating this demon from darkness. I stood up straighter, when Nazgûl collapsed on to his knees.

"NO creature has defeated me!" Nazgûl proclaimed.

"I am Gwengwyvar Dragonfly Estel Kirke of the Narnian elves, of the blood of Estel. I am Tarren the everlasting and I smite ye to hell!" I said and strike Athene into his face. He gave a horrifying shriek before bursting in light exploding to ash .Nothing left but his helmet that fell off the spade of wisdom that burned like fire.

"Tis done "I breathed and collapse onto my side and withered. Justice has been prevailed as well as my prophecy; light has conquered darkness in this round.

Two strong arms caught me bringing me down to sodden soil. I looked up through heavy eyes to gaze at Atar. No, I couldn't be Atar; she was dead like all elves of my kind. Looking closer I notice this elf had a masculine figure and onyx eyes, one's Black Fang held. However he was an elf not a giant black wolf. "Stay with me Sister, just hold on."

Sister; was this elf my brother or was he my comrade? I groaned when he touched the sword trying to pull it out. The elf yelled calling for help, however there wasn't much of a replied for we were surrounded by statues and the dead. There was no purpose to live on like this for peace has been made.

"Hiro hyn hîdh ab 'wanath." (May they find peace after death?) I breathed clutching the awful wound.

"Don't you dare say that, Sister!" The Elf said. "I lost you once; I'm not going to lose you again!"

He set me down to remove the sword from my body. It hurt like hell as blood pouring out. He knelt down and held me in his arms as he pulled out a small cordial. As he shoved the liquid on my lips forcing the contents in; to taste the nectar of the fire flowers. Once the vial was empty the stranger tossed it and held me closer while placing his hand over my stomach.

"Im Chronos. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan na ngalad"(I am Chronos. I've come to help you. Hear my voice, come back to the light.) The stranger said as the world become darker while light illuminated his form.

I try to say something when a warm vive sensation engulfed me until everything went black.

"No, don't give in Gwengwyvar." He begged. "Don't give in!"

"What grace has given me let it pass to her," Chronos murmured. "Let it pass to her."

"Lasto beth nîn. Tolo dan na ngalad."(Hear my voice, come back to the light.) The voice from before called. "Lasto beth nîn. Tolo dan na ngalad."

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So I got the Idea from Lord of the rings three returning of the king and the Beruna battle in Chronicles of Narnia. The song used was edge of night which pippin sang so no credit.

Did Gwen survive or did she die also who is this stranger who looked like Iris but hold black fangs eyes? Find out in the next chapter.

Silent wolf singer.