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Chapter XXX

What is war exactly? Some may say that it's a way to solve differences when talk proves to be futile, others would claim that it was a way to protect the country and innocents, and there are also those who see it as a mean to conquer, striving for blood, starving for new lands, new riches. But as Edmund led his men to the ambush cross path, he knew that neither of these causes could be used in this situation. The Tisroc was very much still under the sorcerer's control, which leads to but one conclusion. Angus was not dead, far from it, and that was enough to drive the just king into a rage as he watched the one that mattered most in his heart marching bravely, clad in full armor, side by side with a country that was not her own. Gone was the shy and insecure woman that first stepped in Narnia, now she was as much a warrior as any soldier marching towards the enemy. Soon they were hidden behind the tallest hill they could fine waiting for the first Calormene troops to pass for them to take care of the rear.

"Lu, remind me why we're here instead of resting?!" Caspian yelled at the valiant queen over the blowing wind.

"We have no time Caspian, we have to reach Ettinsmoor, it's not natural that the aiding troops have still not arrived." She said, clutching more tightly on the griffin's feathers as he flew over the glacial land. "LOOK THERE!" she exclaimed, while her ride maneuvered his way where Lucy pointed.

Indeed, there, in a valley between two towering mountains, hundreds of giants were looking for a way to make the rock walls in front of them crumble, as there was no other way out. The rocks were put together by intercrossing vines and after Caspian's close examination, he was sure that if they found a way to destroy the plant, then the wall will be destroyed by itself.

"Well we actually brought a phoenix for the cold, never thought that it will be our life saver." Lucy pointed (like bringing a Phoenix as a heater was oh so common) as the majestic creature landed softly on the ground. After a few soft indications, the phoenix surrounded the valley with its flames, while the royals and their griffins dived out of the way, sheltered from the enormous and deadly rolling rocks.

"We thank you your majesties." One of the giants said with his booming voice.

"No Need Mr.…"

"Chuck, your majesty, military general."

"I hope you rested well my friend because we have no time to waste." Caspian said climbing on his griffin.

"We have been stuck here for two weeks your majesty; we've been camping here the whole time."

"If they had fire this whole time, why didn't they use it in the first place?" Caspian asked Lucy in a very low whisper.

"Giants aren't so bright, Caspian, they lack a tiny little bit of intelligence." Lucy answered smiling softly. Damn how he missed that smile, Caspian thought, after all that was over, he would be sure to show her just how much.

Blood. That was all that Edmund could see as he killed every soldier standing his way. He has long stopped thinking; every movement from his part was pure instinct, reflexes he acquired from years and years of battle. As they had long predicted, Calormene rose to their bet, three regiments were now out, his, Glenstorm's and Susan's archers. The monument of surprise allowed them to gain ground on the enemy, but still the latter were winning in numbers, even though they were much less trained than the Narnians. After the next opportunity, Edmund raised his arm in signal, and three horns followed, Peter's troops were out now, the last would be Adam's.

His men began advancing from behind while Peter's took care of the front, but by the horrified expression on Peter's face, (he could see him thanks to his position on one of the hills), the youngest king knew that it wasn't going well at all, add to that Annabelle's sudden disappearance and Edmund was a mass of nerves.

He kept fighting for hours and hours, the sun which was still shyly peaking from the east was now slightly leaning west, but he had only one thought, get to Anne.

As soon as he caught sight of her in the forefront, he rushed to her side pulling her arm.

"Where were you?! You don't know how long I've been worried" Edmund asked worriedly.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why in the hell would I care about a piece of shit like you?" Edmund looked incredulously at her before understanding finally dawned on him.

"Yay, bad cursing like a sailor Anne is back, Joy. Now let's get this over with. Shit." He said, looking seriously into her raging jade eyes.

"What? You are the shit not me."

"NO, no, no this must be a joke" he groaned then repeated one more time "Shit"

"I hope you paint your face with It." she said glaring at him.

"What?" he asked incredulously

"What yourself." She shot back.

"Well, now now children behave." An annoying voice said from behind Edmund, he instantly turned around only to come face to face with the most despicable creature he ever had the misery of meeting, you guessed it Angus. For Lucy, he may seem terrifying, and that was understandable due to all the suffering he put her through, but to him he looked like a peacock, an annoying thinks he's the best peacock, and all that Ed wanted to do at that moment was cut off all his feathers and feed him to the dogs, but even the poor creatures would get an indigestion.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Edmund asked him annoyed.

"I have more lives than a cat."

"Please do not insult cats by comparing them to you."

"Was that supposed to be an insult?"

"You go and figure it out, in hell." The just king swung his swords, intending to give him a deadly blow, but unfortunately instead of a sword, he found a bouquet of flowers.

"Great, now my sword is going to smell flowers" the just king said sarcastically, completely pissed off.

"Annabelle dear, please kill him." Angus ordered with a sadistic smile, while the young lady instantly took a battle trance. The sorcerer began taking his leave before turning towards Edmund " Oh and, your majesty, don't think about knocking her out, I shielded her whole scull, the key word won't work either, if you want to stay alive you have to kill her, now I'm going to take my leave, the High King awaits." Then with a gesture of his hand, Edmund got his sword back, which was ironically smelling flowers.

"Wait, you bastard-"

"No, Ed your fight is with me." Annabelle said as she swung one of her daggers, nearly decapitating him.

"Holy crap." That one word described the whole situation they were in.

High king Peter, with his legendary Rhindon, killed every one of his opponents with flourish, while Queen Susan watched out for her brother, stopping anyone who dared harming him by one arrow straight through their vital points. Her focus was on one of the soldiers attacking the archers, and then as she turned her attention back to Peter, she found him sprawled on the floor, with the man she despised the most approaching him with that creepy smile one. She loathed him, hated him, wanted to wipe the floor with his face, for all the things he made her go through, all the things he made Lucy do, she wanted to burn him to the ground. Those were the most violent thoughts ever coming from the gentle queen's mind.

Peter, after regaining his foot, grabbed a random sword from the ground, as he had lost his own during the fall, then lunged on Angus. The latter wasn't expecting the young man to stand up so quickly, and his arrogance cost him as his adversary slashed his chest, only for it to take seconds to stop bleeding and heel back.

The eldest Pevensie overcame his shock in seconds, and knowing that the man was too proud for his own good, tried to taunt him:

"Are you going to hide like a coward behind your magic tricks, or are you going to fight me with a real weapon?"

"Why would I choose a weapon when I am a weapon myself?" At that, Peter smirked.

"As expected, nothing more than a coward talking."

The man may be powerful, frightening, and a peacock but he was also extremely stupid sometimes, and if his arrogance took hold of his mind and he passed an IQ test, the results would definitely come out as negative. Proof of that, he dropped his scepter and unleashed the sword that he sported, and soon enough both began dueling. Even though the high king was superior in skill, it was impossible to injure the sorcerer, as if he was immortal, but Peter knew that even if some never age, or get hurt, they always had a weakness, he just needed to find out which one it was.

Sweat smearing his forehead, the just king dived to the side to avoid getting injured without him attacking, and Annabelle was getting frustrated, and really, really annoyed.

"Stop running, you bastard." She said through clenched teeth as he parried one of her blows.

"No thank you, I cherish my life."

"Then fight back."

"As much as I would love to, I know that my Anne is still there, and I don't want her to get hurt."

"So full of yourself, I won't let you hurt me. You cannot defeat me."

Edmund rolled his eyes at this statement, disabled her of her daggers, and then pinned her to the ground, putting half of his weight on her struggling figure.

"You were saying?" Edmund smirked.

"You as-"

"None of that please, Annabelle I'm sure you're out there, I love you, and I would never hurt you, as you would never hurt me, if you were in your right mind of course" he added as he looked deep into her eyes "I am begging you, fight it please come back." They kept looking at each other for a long time. As he began to hope, he gave her a tender smile that could melt all women's hearts.

"No." it took a moment to process what she said.

"I said no, she's not coming back. Now get off me you asshole."

"I knew, this type of things only work in the books." He said frowning, still keeping his former position.

"Try kissing her it always works." A voice whispered in his ear, scaring the life out of him.

"What?" he yelled, turning around, only to find an amused Caspian kneeling comfortably right next to him. "Caspian!"

"Edmund!" he yelled back.

"Shut up. Don't you have any rope?"

"Noo, and that is certainly not the question I was expecting. You're supposed to tell me why I'm here or why are giants playing dodge ball with soldiers as the ball, or where is Lucy, certainly not if I had a rope."

"Do you have it yes or no?"

"No."

"Trumpkin!" Edmund called the dwarf fighting beside him. "Find me a rope."

"A rope your majesty?" the red dwarf asked incredulously.

"Just find it!" he snapped "And signal to Adam's troops." Then he turned his attention to a gawking Caspian.

"Now tell me exactly what is going on."

It took the time to rely all the recent events for Trumpkin to appear, rope in hand. Edmund didn't lose a second, tying Annabelle to nearby tree, ignoring her hilariously dangerous threats to his manhood.

"Aaah, So that was what the rope was for"

"You finally figured it out Sherlock." The just king pointed sarcastically.

"Sher- who?"

"Oh yes, you're not from our world."

"Once again, nice to meet you too." He shot back, but Edmund ignored him

"Let's go find the others I have a bad feeling."

The duel in the other side of the battlefield was still on, neither one yielding to the other, yet if Angus could get hurt, there was no doubt that he would already be defeated, K.O, killed, dead.

Yet it wasn't the case, and Peter's stamina was gradually decreasing, while his sister did her best to look out for him, she was still in the midst of a battlefield, and chances of attacks were too high for her to focus on both situations.

The high king lost his focus for only one second, and it was all it took, the sword flew from his hand and he was at the mercy of the sorcerer. Angus raised his sword with both hands, while Peter bravely glared at him, not losing his willpower for one second. If he was going to die, he would die as a proud king.

But then, his wishes of heroic death were not granted as he saw a blur of red standing between him and his opponent. As he focused on the figure, he saw Lucy, no he saw the Valiant Queen, with both daggers crossed blocking the death blow.

Angus surprise was soon replaced with sheer sadistic joy, as his favorite victim stood before him.

"Don't you dare touch my brother, you piece of filth."

"My, My, little Lucy arrived, I see you're braver this time."

"Brave enough to smear your blood all over this battlefield, Look at the destruction you caused, all for nothing."

"With all due respect your majesty, I warned you all that I would be back for my revenge."

"Revenge? You were the one who made us all suffer."

"Yes revenge, over what your brothers and especially sister did to me."

"Susan did nothing wrong, you were too far gone in your psychopathic fantasies."

"Look at you Valiant Queen, talking about justice and Innocence, yet have you forgotten what happened three years ago?"

"How can I forget? When you used your dirty tricks to control my mind, made me kill innocents, who did nothing wrong, children, women, men, you made me kill them all, yet I was bearing the guilt of your dirty work but not anymore." She yelled at him, not backing down. Long ago when he swore revenge on his siblings, he chose the unsuspecting naïve one to make them all pay, yet all they did was protecting their eldest sister from this mad man. And Lucy had to pay, a dear price. She was kidnapped, made into a puppet and gone missing for almost six months before he grew tired of making her suffer. The Lucy that returned was not far from how she was days ago, but Aslan saved her, as he saved her this time.

The valiant's queen shouting alerted Susan, and soon enough she had a quiver in her bow, and aimed for Angus' heart, yet a soldier tried to stop her by pushing her only to be killed by Glenstorm who was beside her the whole time. Yet it still caused her to lose her aim, and instead of piercing his heart, it slashed the sorcerer's, and yet it didn't heal back.

"That's it." Peter muttered to himself then he shouted at Lucy "Lu, only old Narnian weapons like those that Father Christmas gave us can hurt him." Then he began searching for his own weapon, which was far away and, as if the world had a sad sense of humor, he was assaulted by endless attacks before reaching it.

But sadly Angus heard him too and began to panic. A panicked mad man is much worse than a calm mad man. After dropping his sword, he began mumbling incantations cause Lucy to fall to the ground again, screaming as images began flooding back to her mind.

"See, little Lucy isn't so brave anymore." The man whispered in fake tenderness as he kneeled down at a now crying Lucy. "Shh, sweetie don't cry." He tried extending his arm in fake comfort only to hear some incoherent words coming from Lucy's mouth.

"What did you say, dear Lucy?" The man smiled sadistically but soon his smile dropped and his eyes opened wide in disbelief, looking down at his abdomen, a dagger was sheathed all the way to his back, with a disgusting amount of blood pouring from it, darkening the grass beneath them.

"I said I hope you burn an eternity in hell." Lucy said, lifting her cold eyes to his almost lifeless ones. She finally dug back her dagger leaving him and his lifeless body sprawled on the floor.

"Lucy!" Peter exclaimed at her in pure relief, making his way towards her. But with the adrenaline gone, and the past still haunting her, the valiant queen broke down in tears, and Peter tried embracing her, but she still didn't calm down.

"Peter, is she okay?" Susan asked worriedly, finally reaching them.

"I don't know what to do Susan!" he answered, he hated seeing his baby sister cry, yet he stood there powerless.

"Where's Caspian?" he finally asked.

"I saw him with Edmund, he must be in his way now."

Lucy didn't know how much time she spent crying, in both relief and guilt, but she immediately recognized the warm embrace that was the only comfort through her dark times.

"Lucy, I'm here, it's over, you killed him he's dead." Caspian whispered soothingly as she buried her head in the nape of his neck.

"Thank you." She whispered. That one word conveying all the gratitude she felt towards the man that became her everything. She finally pulled back, her eyes puffy, her nose runny, yet that tearful smile was the best sight Caspian has ever seen, and he couldn't resist pulling her into such a sweet kiss that could melt any woman's heart. And I said woman, Susan was watching with AW, not men, because Peter was looking at anyone but them, noticing that Narnia won the war, but of course with giants with them, that was to be expected, speak of perfect timing. He saw Adam and went to talk with him, while helping the injured and organizing the men, counting the deaths etc. and soon Lucy tried to help anyone she could with her cordial, Caspian trailing behind her. They both came upon the Tisroc, who amazingly managed to stay alive yet the haunted look that his face held was but too familiar to Lucy.

"He's dead." She told him, and then knocked him out, as she knew that a weak mind could easily endanger the person and those surrounding him.

Edmund left his sister as soon as the PDA began, and went straight to his own woman, hoping that she finally regained her wits. There he found her, glaring at the ground, while moving her foot impatiently. As soon as she sighted him, she pointed him with an exasperated look.

"Edmund, how many times do I have to wake up being tied to something?"

"Your other persona is really hard to deal with." He answered as he untied her.

"You know how confused I was, opening my eyes, finding myself fixed to a tree, in A BLOODY BATTLEFIELD." She began panicking hysterically, trying to look anywhere but the dead corpses. "Next time, please be more considerate, I knew you were in a rush but-"

Her rambling was interrupted by the feel of Edmund's lips moving tensely over hers, and soon enough she forgot everything but the man standing before while Edmund's feelings at the moment simply couldn't be put in words.

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