Author's note: I do not own Narnia. Ohhhhhhh, here we go! Let me know what you think!

"Chris, where have you been? Did Queen Susan and Queen Lucy leave?"

Mel had been on her way to locate me when I ran into her in one of the smaller tunnels.

"Yes, they left a little while ago," I answered, trying to keep up with her quick pace to the large cave at the front of the howe. "Then where were you? I thought you said you would come meet me the second you saw them off," she stated, glancing sideways at me.

A dark blush spread over my cheeks that I tried, in vein, to cover up.

"I…um. I-I was busy."

She rolled her eyes, but didn't push the topic any further. When we arrived in the main cave I noticed Edmund helping Peter put on a suit of full armor. Chain mail, red tunic with a golden lion in a ferocious roar on the front over that. Metal shin and arm guards, metal helmet, shield, and of course, his sword.

I wanted to stay behind. I wanted to go back to my small little cave and curl up under the blanket.

I wanted to do anything but be dragged out of the howe and put into a battle formation.

My heart raced as I looked at the army on the edge of the forest. Hundreds….thousands of telmarine men in armor, waiting to obliterate the motley crew we called an army. I began to feel dizzy as Peter and Edmund exited the howe, alone.

The Narnians' cheer was ferocious as they emerged.

My palms began to get clammy as I watched them walk to the very edge of the fighting ring. And my heart rate picked up even more when I saw the man sitting on the other side of the ring, looking completely relaxed.

Miraz.

Few words were exchanged before Peter and Miraz put their helmets on and took fighting stances. They circled each other like animals, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. My pulse was entirely too fast to be normal now.

And I sucked in a sharp breath as Peter lurched forward with a roar.

Then the fight began.

Their swords clashed and grunts were heard. My heart thudded in my ears and my entire body was shaking. Every single movement put me on edge, and every time Peter grunted, I jumped. As the fight progressed, each man got angrier and the attacks got more intense.

I slapped my hand over my mouth as Miraz knocked peter's helmet off.

Dear God, please, help him. Please.

Miraz swung his sword at Peter's now-exposed throat and missed narrowly. A loud cry reached my ears as Peter's blade sliced the skin on Miraz's leg. He limped backward a few paces and paused. Peter snarled at him and they both simultaneously attacked. The next thing I knew, Peter was on the ground.

Oh, God, Peter Get up. "Get up," I pleaded, too quiet for anyone other than myself to hear.

The king's foot slammed down onto the shield peter was holding and his arm was bent backward unnaturally.

An agonized cry of pain ripped through the young man's mouth as his shoulder was dislocated. I squeezed my eyes shut, and squealed into my hand. Oh God, Oh God. Peter, Oh God. I held my breath and grinded my teeth as I waited for some kind of positive reaction from the narnians; I wouldn't open my eyes without knowing that Peter hadn't been killed.

The metallic screech of swords crashing together sounded in my ears and I opened my eyes, seeing peter still on the ground, and still (thankfully) very much alive. Miraz continued to attack, despite the fact that Peter was already in the inferior position.

And then hope struck painfully at my heart as I watched Miraz trip and fall to the ground.

Before either of them could move to get up the neigh of a horse filled the air around the tense fight. My head snapped to the side and I saw Caspian riding into the clearing, from the forest, with Susan, who had her arms secured around his waist tightly.

I didn't even have time to acknowledge the obvious flash of jealousy that shot through me, because, at that moment, both Peter and Miraz limped out of the fighting ring, back to their respective sides.

"Where is Queen Lucy?"

Oh God.

That hadn't occurred to me until Melanchaetes said it. Where was Lucy? Was she alive? Had she found Aslan? Soon, Susan was told to take her place with the archers, and I couldn't help but notice Peter wince as she hugged him.

All the Narnians were silent with dread and worry. Was Peter alright? Where was Lucy? What was going to happen? Edmund, I saw, noticed this and mumbled something to Peter, who turned, raised his sword, and smiled brightly at the army.

The ground shook with their cheers of relief, but I could see that he was faking it.

I could tell that something was wrong, and that the high king was in a tremendous amount of pain. After a few moments of the heroic, chivalrous king bit, Peter turned and sat down, and began saying something to Edmund that I wished I could hear.

A loud yelp pierced the air and I jumped and gasped.

Edmund had just popped Peter's shoulder back into place…..how painful.

And just like that, with almost no time to recover, the two kings stood for battle once more. This time without helmets. My breath hitched with every clash of the swords. The fight continued, much more aggressive this time, for a few minutes.

Then peter disarmed Miraz.

I didn't dare allow myself to smile, for miraz would not give up. Soon, peter had lost his shield, and now it was nothing but sword vs. shield. With every strike peter landed on Miraz's shield my heart both soared and sunk.

I didn't want to watch a man die today.

But if a man had to die, it had better not be peter.

My stomach dropped as Peter's sword fell from his hand. Miraz landed a rough blow with his shield to the now disarmed younger man. Peter don't die. Please God, don't let peter die. Miraz switched his shield to his other hand and swung as hard as he possibly could.

I closed my eyes. I couldn't bear to see Peter fall to the ground again.

I could hear grunts coming from both men, so Peter obviously wasn't dead…yet. Suddenly, cheers erupted all around me and I jumped. What happened? Opening my eyes, I saw Miraz on his knees and Peter walking away.

Then my breath hitched and my heart stopped beating.

Miraz got up and grabbed a sword, preparing to attack peter with his back turned.

"PETER, LOOK OUT!" I shrieked as loud as I possibly could, wishing there was something, anything, I could do. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as I watched Peter turn around, take the sword from Miraz, and shove it into his armor, just beneath his shoulder.

The older king fell to his knees and Peter yanked the sword out and held it against his neck.

Miraz said something, I couldn't tell what, I just saw his lips move. Peter replied, looking livid, and then he turned, holding the sword out. It was an offering. To Caspian.

Of course, it made sense. Miraz was his uncle. If anyone knew how much he deserved to die, it was Caspian. Miraz was also Caspian's only family left. If anybody should decide whether the tyrant lived or died, it was Caspian.

He slowly stepped forward and took the sword, raising it to eye level and using his hand to make sure he would not miss.

Do the right thing, Caspian.

I watched, terrified of the look of pure hatred on his normally handsome face. I silently begged him not to kill this man. Although he most certainly did deserve to die, I knew I wouldn't be able to look Caspian in the eyes ever again. He would be just like his uncle, a murderer.

Caspian let out a loud, infuriated roar and thrust the sword into the ground.

I let the breath I had been holding out as I watched him sneer something in Miraz's face. Then he glared at the Telmarines for just a moment before turning and walking back to join Edmund and Peter in front of the Narnians.

All those around me erupted into cheers and I couldn't help but smile and clap a bit.

Then things went silent and I looked to the fighting area to see Miraz lying on the ground, dead, with a blood red arrow protruding from his back.

Susan's arrow.

No, she wouldn't possibly do something like that, especially since we had just won. There had to be some mistake. Susan was a good person. She would never, never in a million years, kill someone that didn't absolutely need to lose their life. But there he was, dead.

"Treachery! They shot him, they murdered our king!"

The telmarines prepared for battle, the few that accompanied the now dead king charging back to their half of the field. "Be Ready!" Peter shouted at our army.

Oh God. This was it.

"Peter!"

I turned my eyes back to the place where Peter and Miraz had just fought to see a telmarine soldier charge at Peter. Peter sliced his stomach and I cringed, closing my eyes before I could see what else had happened to him. "GO!" he commanded.

My breath began to come in gasps as the telmarines began to shout and roar. Then, a man who had accompanied miraz to the fighting arena, shouted an order and large boulders were being catapulted at our army.

The ground shook and dirt arose.

Huge boulders that could easily crush three fully grown men landed ten feet in front of where I was standing. I Screamed, covering my ears and closing my eyes. This couldn't happen, I couldn't do this.

Then there were loud battle cries and the sound of horse hooves.

"Christina!"

My eyes snapped open and Mel was there, eyes wide with terror. Just beyond her left hip there was a long line of cavalrymen charging at us. My heart began to pound in my ears and the sound of the other army got louder and louder, becoming a deafening thunder right in my ears.

"CHRISTINA!"

I looked back at Melanchaetes as Susan began shouting commands at the archers above us. Mel looked like she was about to pass out. Her face was pale and covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her eyes looked like a deer's would if it were about to be hit by a car.

"Mel, no matter what happens. You're one of the best friends I've ever had" I told her, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. Tears welled in my eyes, and a lump formed in my throat as I watched the army advance on us. I would not cry. I would stand there and die for a good cause, for the freedom of the Narnians.

"Don't start talking like that Christina. Don't do it." She warned me.

"GET READY!"

My heart rate doubled again, I began to feel dizzy. I was about to go charging into a war to kill or be killed. Oh god, please save me. I begged silently. Save Mel, and Edmund, and Peter, and Susan, and Lucy, and Caspian, and the rest of the Narnians. Please save us.

And then a hole appeared right in front of the cavalry.

Most of the horses fell in, confusing and paralyzing the men. "NOW!" Susan shrieked, and arrows went flying into the air, striking many of the men, killing them. The lump in my throat began to constrict and I couldn't breathe. My vision was blurry.

I was going to die.

"CHARGE!"