"Blasphemy," someone utters as Trumpkin and I enter the room. All the shouting stops as we step into view.

"Lady Evalynn," Caspian murmurs. "What brings you here? Is everything alright?"

"She wants to attend the meeting," Trumpkin informs. Someone scoffs and I crush the dwarf's hand in my grasp.

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with a mere child joining our conversation," a man with a telmarine accent says.

"I want those traitors taken down," I state. Trumpkin works his hand out of mine and I calm down a little.

"Hmm. I like her," someone laughs. Around us, arguments and agreements ensue and I just stand there in the middle.

"Order! Silence, everyone!" The voices cease and someone, probably Caspian, makes his way toward me. He whispers in my ear, "Are you sure, Lynn?"

"I'm sure," I nod.

"Alright," Caspian coughs and walks back to his seat. "It's decided. Lady Evalynn will join this meeting, end of discussion. A few sighs are let out and then there's snapping. "Guards! Bring Lady Evalynn a seat! I want it placed beside my own."

"No need," Trumpkin cuts. "She can have my seat. I'll stand beside her."

"That's very nice of you," I say.

"But Lord Trumpkin," another telmarine whines. "You cannot give your seat up! Surely it's a bother for you to stand up as this girl sits in your seat?"

"No," Trumpkin replies flatly. "I'd much prefer to stand."

I find myself smiling at the dwarf's audacity as he leads me to my new seat. I sit down and cross my ankles, grabbing the arms of the chair as if I'm in control. "I believe that's about everyone," Caspian announces. "Glenstorm."

"Yes, your majesty," the centaur replies.

"How many people have retreated to the Western Wild?"

Glenstorm hesitates to answer. "Over 200, your majesty."

Caught off guard, I go into a coughing fit and Trumpkin pats my back. The council begins to start talking again and Caspian soon has them quiet once more.

"That many people think the White Witch will come back?" I ask in disbelief.

"And counting," someone continues. "There are still people leaving the city as we speak."

"What do you have in mind, King Caspian?" another asks, this time an old Narnian.

He sighs and waits a while before answering. "If they wish to wait in the woods for a Witch that will not come, let them! But let it be known that if it comes to it, we shall have war."

There's a chorus of opinions and I rub my temples.

"But what if she does come back!"

"What if the whole city leaves?"

"Where in blazes is Aslan?"

"We cannot just leave them there to die! We do not know what lurks in the Western Wild!"

"It was their choice to betray us," Caspian blasts. "They knew well enough that the Western Wild is uncharted and dangerous. It was their decision to take the chance!"

I hold my tongue, keeping sure not to mention my time in the area. My silence does not go unnoticed by the king. "Your thoughts, Lynn?"

"Same as you, your majesty."

"I see, thank you." There's a pounding noise and the door creaks open. "Yes, Tavros?"

"I bear urgent news, your majesty." There's a sudden graveness that hangs in the air as we all wait for the minotaur to continue. "Some of the basta- traitors have reentered the city. We have stopped them at the castle gate but they claim they wish to speak with you and the council."

"Very well," Caspian sighs. "Bring them in."

The footsteps of a crowd enter the room and I sit up. "Hello, King Caspian." Caspian stays silent and I can just imagine him giving the whole lot the death stare. "How are you this morning?"

"What do you want?" Trumpkin shouts beside me.

"We are merely here to suggest you surrender your lives to the real queen of Narnia."

"Pardon?"

"Our queen has returned! She will once again rule Narnia and everything will be as they should be!"

"You're crazy!" I cry.

"Shut your mouth, tramp!" someone yells.

"HEY!" Caspian bellows with rage. "Don't talk to her with that kind of-"

There's a small commotion and something whizzes past me. Trumpkin grabs my hand and leads us away from the growing mess. "What's going on?"

"An arrow was shot in your direction but missed." I growl at the barbaric thought and stop in my tracks.

Voices grow louder and we hear the clashing of metal. "Take me back," I demand.

"I don't think that's-" A horrible scream fills the room.

"Take me back!"

Sigh. "I hate when you do that," Trumpkin exasperates. "Fine, just...just stay alert!" I nod and we slowly return. We pause numerous times so we can, as Trumpkin puts it, 'make sure we're clear.'

"Long live the queen!" someone shouts. Trumpkin's hand leaves mine and I feel lost.

"Get down!" Trumpkin's rough voice tells me a few yards away.

I slam to the ground and cover my head. Something flies over me and I hear moaning fall beside me. Someone walks over my body and stop the noise, killing the man. I'm lifted off the ground and my arms are pulled around something. "Hold onto me," Glenstorm's stern voice tells me. I steady myself and hold onto his waist. His hooves slap the ground as we exit the council room but not before I hear the most frightening words of my life shouted.

"We will kill you!"

I bury my face into Glenstorm's long hair and try to drown out the threat. "We will not allow them to harm you, Lady Evalynn." I suspect the guards have closed the doors when the yelling is muffled. He takes us down a flight of stairs for some time and we finally hit stable ground. "I believe the safest room for you right now is the library."

He opens the door and ducks his head to come inside. I jump off his back and give him a curtsy. "Thank you for your help."

"My pleasure," he replies. There's a shuffling and he takes my hand, puts something in it, and wraps my fingers around it. The cold touch of a dagger sends a chill down my spine. "Keep this with you. Queen Susan's bow and arrows were taken back by the king for safekeeping but I'm sure he'll want me to retrieve them for you."

"I'd appreciate that."

"Lock the door when I leave. When I return, I will knock three times so you know it is I."

"Please be careful," I plead. He closes the door and I automatically twist the lock behind him. I slide against the cherry-wood and sit on the ground for a while, guilt shrouding my thoughts. "This is all my fault," I say aloud to myself. I imagine Liam in my bed, practically dying. Lilliandil's probably crying about what her beloved Narnia has come to. And Caspian...Caspian's risking his life for my useless one. I shake the thoughts from my head and stand up, walking to the back of the library. The bookshelves act as my guide as I hold onto each one for support. I hold my arms out and reach for Susan's potrait. My fingers trace the golden vines of her frame and it's as if she's right there with me. God, I wish I could be as strong as her.

Tap, tap, tap. I swirl around and pin my back against the wall in terror. I then remember Glenstorm's instructions and walk back to the entrance. I gingerly twist the lock and open the door. "That was quick. Do you-"

I'm shoved to the ground and someone jumps on top of my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. "Found you, bitch."

I feel the dagger still in my hand and hide it in my sleeve. "Get off me!"

A hand glides down my cheek. "Pretty one, aren't ya?" I gather my saliva and spit into the air, trying to make it to his face. I smile as he makes a disgusted groan. "Feisty too, I see." I turn my body abruptly, making him fall off and land to the side. I scramble to my feet and bolt to the door. He grabs my ankles and drives a blade into my calf. I scream in pain and fall to my knees painfully. I crawl toward the door but he keeps pulling me back. I shriek frantically and call Liam's name over and over again. The man pulls me by my hair and I fall onto my back. His hands grab my knees and I scream even louder, trying to kick him off. "You should have listened to the queen." I slide the dagger out and fan my arms, cutting him in the process. He screams and blood splatters all over me. I push him off but he grips onto my wrist. Fed up, I pounce on his chest and bring the dagger above my head. Fury flows through my veins as I bring the blade down close to the center of his chest. I repeat the blow over and over again until I'm completely sure he's dead and I'm satisfied.

A strong hand pulls me up by the arm and pulls me behind them. "Are you okay?" Glenstorm asks. I drop the blood drenched dagger and dig my fingers into the centaurs skin.

"I just...killed someone," I confess. My mouth hangs in disbelief and I start to cry. "I just killed someone, Glenstorm! I killed someone!"

"He was trying to kill you, Lady Evalynn." Glenstorm says. "Do not feel bad...I'm sure the great king will forgive you." I start to hyperventilate and he pats my back. "Let us go back to the council room. I was alerted it is safe now." I nod and grasp onto his fore arm as he pulls me onto his back.

The doors open as we come back once again. I keep a steady hand on Glenstorm's shoulder and dry my tears. Something crunches under us and we hear a blood-curdling scream.

"Oh dear Aslan," someone gasps. I hear people run toward us and I hold onto Glenstorm tighter.

"It's alright," he whispers. "No one's going to hurt you."

Someone takes my hand and helps me off Glenstorm's back. "What happened?" Caspian asks. "Lady Evalynn, you're-you're covered in blood! Who did this to you?"

"Most of this is not my blood," I admit. "Only my leg was wounded."

"She has killed one of them," Glenstorm informs them.

"Killed?" Caspain repeats.

"Yes," I pant. "I'm not proud of what I've done and you must think I'm-"

"That's amazing," someone gasps.

"How?" I shriek. "I-I just killed someone! There's no way-"

"Lady Evalynn," someone begins. "You cannot see a thing and yet you managed to end a life. You must admit, that's quite impressive. "

"Whatever," I boldy reply. The brave attitude quickly vanishes and I become meek again. "What happened...to the other rebels?"

My heart pounds as they stay quiet. "Dead. All of them...You can't see 'em but their bodies are lying all around you."

I stop breathing for a second and notice the overwhelming stench of blood. "So, what are we to do now?" someone asks.

Pause. "We shall drive them out and attack. We shall begin battle."

People cheer and I cross my arms. "Caspian..."

"Yes?"

"I'm going to be in this battle."

"But, Lady Evalynn-"

"I'm going to be in this battle."

Everyone stops breathing. "Very well... The sun has risen, let us train."

So here's my reason why I've been a total loser: I wanted to stick with C.S. Lewis' storyline as much as possible so that's why none of the Pevensie's are in Narnia with Lynn:[ Believe me when I say it kills me that I didn't include them more. Please continue to follow along with the story because I promise the Pevensie family will be back in the story later! They'll consume the story eventually, swear it! As stated, I'm letting Lynn grow:p Review to make my day?

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