The Lion is an Angel

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Chapter 12: The battle

Agnes POV

By midday the Narnian of old arrived to Fords of Beruna. By the looks of it, there are approximately 5,000 soldiers. Beruna being on a hilly, grassy field with the radiating sun overhead and the calm breeze blowing. All the soldiers waited in position as Peter and two-thirds of the soldiers waited down below the hills watching ahead where the opposing army shall be. All the finest spears and swordsmen of Centaurs, fauns, satyrs, and fierce animals waited. Peter being in front of his men riding a unicorn as Oreius stood beside him.

Up on the hill Edmund and I waited with Mr. Beaver and the archery squadron. All of us having our bows knocked and waiting to be aimed. For a witch who wants to rule Narnia, she is considerably late. Peter ordered one of the griffins to fly ahead to see the enemies whereabouts.

I sighed staring ahead thinking about all this seems surreal. Have our ancestors truly gone to war like this in the Middle Ages and Renaissance period? The Tudors lust for power and glory from the battles in France and Scotland? Also is this how my father feels right now on a ship as he sails the seas searching for the axis powers ship? Unsure if enemy comes or hiding beneath his very noise.

A sound of screeching could be heard as the griffin return announcing the enemy is near. All got into position as the griffin landed next to Peter giving the report. Unsure what is going on down there, Edmund order the remaining griffins to collect the rocks, while a centaur came up to me with the phoenix arrow. She offered me to shoot the magical arrow. However I did not feel I have the qualification to shoot such power. So kindly I rejected the offer and ask she shoot it, complimenting her marksmanship. The female centaur nodded, "IT would be an honor, your ladyship."

Soon the sound of the enemy arrival could be heard blaring through their horn. Up ahead stood a black armor Minotaur holding a battle ax. I can only assume that is General Otmin: The White Witch's right hand. The black Minotaur roar before showing army. All optimists thought flew along the winds to see the witch's army, vastly larger than our own. Let alone giants! Soon Jadis arrive on a chariot being hauled by two white polar bears.

Peter turned around to look at Edmund and me. We nodded at him to whom he knew it has begun, as he draws out his sword and the horns blare with the Narnian cheering. No turning back now. As the enemy charged forward ready to battle. We stood there at the ready till the enemy reaches the precise mark. Once they did all the griffins grabbed the rocks and flew to the sky. The wild creatures flew over till they came to the target dropping massive boulders and rocks on the enemy smashing them to the earth of injury or death. Noticing this, black dwarves started firing, sadly the moment they fire they either get run offer by their comrades or smashed by a rock.

After the first wave I order the female centaur to fire the phoenix arrow.

"For Narnia and for Aslan!" Peter exclaimed and charged into battle.

Like a tidal wave the golden army went into battle clashing with the enemy spears, swords, and claws at the ready. The collision as massive as large felines tangled into each other, flesh being impaled by spears, swords clashing on armor, and such. All the sounds echoing in the air up the hill.

"God be on our side," was all I could say.

I pray Henry, Lucy, and Susan are in a safe location.

.o0o.

Henry's POV

It's cold.

The air is cold. The Stone Table is cold. The world around Lucy, Susan, and I is cold. And Aslan . . . Aslan's body is cold. His fur no longer a golden warm shade of color, just grey sand like on a murky day. Throughout the night till morning we couldn't leave Aslan alone. No, I and the girls stay to mourn his death. Sometimes falling asleep while Susan took watch in the early hour. Death now scares me, and I fear that my sister is going to see such scary things.

"We should go," Susan said. She got off and helped Lucy and I down.

"I'm so cold." Lucy mumbled.

Susan wrapped her arms around us as she led the way back to the camp. All was quiet for even the birds stopped chirping, but none of us cared. The only sound we could possibly hear was the wind howling. When we got off the ruins the ground began to shake. Suddenly the stone steps cracked center causing all of us to trip and fall a few steps.

I look up to stare at the table where Aslan would be, except he wasn't there. "Girls!"

Susan and Lucy looked up to see what I was staring at. Aslan was gone! But how? How can a very large and heavy lion vanish in a blink of an eye? All that remains is cracked stone table that is solid through and through. We walked over to investigate.

"Where's Aslan?" Lucy asked.

"What have they done?" Susan replied not so sure either.

"Did the witch make his body disappear?" I suggested.

"Jadis does not possess such magic to do so." A deep wild voice answered.

Looking up ahead at the altar, the sun shining bright to see a figure walking over to us. Our eyes widen to see Aslan approaching smiling proudly.

"Aslan!" we all cheered running over and giving him a hug. Aslan chuckled as we hugged him for dear life.

"But we saw the knife," Susan started.

"The witch," I added. "She stabbed you."

"If the Witch knew the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the Deep Magic differently." Aslan explained walking around the stone table where the ruins carved the stone. "That when a willing victim has committed no treachery is killed in a traitor's stead, the Stone Table will crack and even death itself will turn backwards."

"We sent the news that you were dead." Susan said. "Peter, Edmund, and Agnes will have gone to war."

I drew my sword out as did Lucy, "We have to help them."

Aslan chuckled at us and had his paw lowering my sword. "We will, dear ones, but not alone."

"Lucy, Susan, climb on my back." He ordered, which they did so. "We have far to go and little time to get there."

"What about me?" I asked sheathing the short sword.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten about you, Henry." Aslan assured. "You may want to cover your ears."

Before any of us could ask why he roar, to which we cover our ears. Even doing that we could hears his mighty roar, and couldn't help but laugh at the excitement. A moment later a call of a neigh could be heard as I look up to see something that look like a bird swooping down, but it wasn't a bird. The created landed in front of us turn out to be a grey winged horse like the one on my sword.

"Henry, you shall ride Pegasi, decedent of Fledge or who you commonly known as Strawberry." Aslan explained.

My mouth literally dropped as I ran over to the winged horse. Pegasi kneeled down to my height so I could mount him. There was no saddle, so I held tightly two his mane, but not too tight. There was something deep inside me that realize this creature came from my great uncles horse. To feel some connection to family.

"Hold on, my lord." Pegasi advice as he took off to the sky.

All of us spent the morning towards the direction Aslan was leading. I held onto Pegasi as he flew fast as the same speed with Aslan. The wind blew fast against my face, tossing my hair about. I couldn't help by smile at the lighting speed the winged horse went.

When we reached our destination the smile fell. For Aslan was leading us to the one place no one in Narnia liked.

The White Witch's Castle.

.o0o.

Agnes POV

The first wave of the Jadis's army diminished quickly that she started sending out the next group. Edmund ordered the centaur with the phoenix arrow fire, as she pulls the string to the bow back and launched the arrow. As the arrow descends towards the enemy, it burst in flames then transformed into a phoenix. A magnificent, reddish-purple firebird that is larger than an eagle, with a saffron chest, its head crested with scarlet, and its tail forked. It cawed out a few times before blazing in fire creating a barrier wall between Peter's army and the White Witch's. The enemy stood back, some roaring in fear at the sight of fire, let alone some being burned.

The Narnian cheered to this as Beaver exclaimed yes. Though Edmund stood there tensed as the white witch approaches.

"Edmund, what's wrong?" I asked.

"It won't last," He grounded out.

The next thing we knew Jadis cast a spell extinguishing the fire wall. Damn it, we all had it. Peter saw this and shouted, "Fall back! Draw them to the rocks!"

"That's the signal!" Beaver said. "Come on!"

Edmund, the others and I followed the furry creature as we headed to the rocks for the second plan. We need to trap the enemy into a secure area to finish it off. Once at the location we I ordered the archers to arm and ready their arrows. Our soldiers ran towards safety while the enemy compacted together through the channels of the rocks.

I took a deep breath and order the archers to fire. They shot their arrows striking those in the tight path and behind them. I gather my bow, knocking an arrow and fire towards the massive group. Not sure what is going on Edmund ordered us to cease fire. I look at him as if he was insane till seeing Peter on the ground without his horse and Oreius charging towards them.

Next thing that happen . . . the Narnian general turned to stone.

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