Author's note: I do not own Narnia. Back to the action!

Narnians rushed by me, weapons drawn, prepared to fight for their lives. But what about me? I stood frozen in my place, watching people I knew and had spoken with before get hurt or even killed by monsters.

Why should I fight?

These are your friends, Christina. They are dying.

If I fight I'll die too.

But this is just a dream, isn't it? Even if you do die, you'll just wake up back home in your bed, late for school.

I don't think this is a dream.

What about Mel? Or Edmund? Or Lucy? Or Peter?

They're kings and queens, they've done this sort of thing before. And Mel will be alright, I'm sure.

What about Caspian?

He'll be fine. He's done this before too.

This is your chance, Christina. Do something for the right reason.

Why? I have no reason to fight.

Do you?

My legs carried me forward. My brain was still trying to come up with an answer to my own question. My vision was still blurry, but I recognized the outline of a soldier dressed in armor coming at me.

I swung my sword at him, and he fell.

I kept going.

What do I have to fight for?

"Christina!"

My vision cleared and my breathing became normal again. I looked to my left to see Emdund, on a horse, shooting telmarines with a cross bow. To my right was Reepicheep, who just so happened to be slitting a man's throat.

I cringed and looked in front of me, where Mel had called my name. She had just reared up and kicked a man in the head.

"Get on, quickly." She stated, stabbing a man who was about to attack us in the stomach.

I took hold of her hand and jumped as high as I could. Luckily, she lifted me onto her back and I settled myself right behind her human half. "Turn Around. I'll cover the front and you cover the back." She told me. I did as she said, leaning my back against hers.

And she was off.

Telmarines ran at us from all directions. I screamed as a man lifted his sword to swing at my leg. I swung my sword around sporadically and hit him. He crumpled to the ground, blood pouring out of his chest.

Oh god.

Tears pricked my eyes again. The lump found its way back into my throat. "Mel, I just killed someone. Oh my god, I'm a murderer" I whispered, terrified of the blood covering the tip of my sword.

A man charged at Mel's rear with a spear. I bit my lip as I kicked at it. When I saw that he had dropped it I closed my eyes and slashed my sword in the general direction of the man.

When I reopened them there was more blood on the tip.

I looked behind me, at Mel, and saw the rest of the Telmarine army slowly marching forward. For the briefest second, everything froze, and I contemplated my position.

"I can't do this."

Oh, but you can, dear one.

My head jerked to the left and there, standing before me, was a massive lion. His presence frightened me, but sent calming waves through my body. His eyes were angry, and kind, and wise, and scary all at once. His majestic golden mane blew freely in the breeze. I would know this animal anywhere.

"Aslan."

Be strong, my child, you are so much more than you would think.

I blinked, and he was gone, and the fighting had commenced and all I saw was death, everywhere. Telmarines died. Narnians died. Everyone was dying. I blinked again, wishing Aslan would come back, would save us. But he didn't.

"BACK TO THE HOWE!"

Mel turned and stood onto her back legs.

"No!" I screeched, clawing for anything I could grab onto, but I couldn't find anything, and I fell to the ground. The wind instantly rushed out of me and I stared at the gray sky for a second.

Then a sword planted itself in the ground beside me, I looked up to see a soldier, grinning wickedly at me as he yanked the metal out of the ground and prepared to strike again. I rolled out of the way as quickly as I could. When I was sure I was far enough away I scrambled to my feet and grabbed the sword from a dead Telmarine lying at my feet.

I tried not to notice the blood smeared on the handle.

The man rushed at me again and struck my shield. I reached around when he was distracted and slashed the length of his back. He fell to his knees, looked up at me and grinned yet again, then fell to the ground, exposing the gash I created, which was gushing blood.

Bile rose into my throat and I swallowed hard, closing my eyes, biting my lip and looking away as the tears rose to my eyes. I had probably just killed someone's father or bother or son or husband.

Do not think of him as a human being. He killed your friends, he took the narnians' freedom.

"YOU'RE NOT A PERSON!" I screamed at his back, as if that would make it better.

The sound of rock crashing dragged my attention away from the man I had just killed. The Howe had collapsed, and now the Telmarines had us surrounded. Now it was for sure that today would be my last day.

A telmarine soldier rushed at me, but I never got the chance to even lift my sword.

Edmund slid his blade across his stomach and kicked him to the ground, stepping in front of me and taking the dead man's sword, slashing two other soldiers at the same time. I cringed as blood leaked from their wounds as they slowly died.

I reached down to a dead faun beside me and closed his still open eyes. Squeezing my eyes shut to stop the tears, I took the sword that was clutched in his hands. Now that I had two swords I could kill like Edmund, twice as fast and twice as efficient.

Another man charged at me and I thrust my sword into his stomach, yanking it back out as two other attacked me. One of their swords nicked my stomach, but I ignored the pain that shot through me as I stabbed both of them.

A familiar voice yelled out and I whirled around just in time to see Caspian fall into the trench he had created. My heart clenched painfully as I sprinted to where he was and looked down in time to see the same man that ordered the cavalry to attack holding a long metal spear at him, prepared to kill.

I opened my mouth to yell his name, to do something to help him, when the ground beneath me began to tremble, causing me to lose my balance and fall flat on my butt. I felt the ground continue to rumble, and thunderous noises progressively got louder.

A screech erupted from my mouth as I looked above me to see gigantic trees walking around.

A tanned hand appeared before me and I was so startled that I had actually grabbed my sword and prepared to swing at it, before I realized whose arm was connected to that hand. Grabbing his hand, I allowed Caspian to pull me to my feet.

"Lucy," peter mumbled, a dazzling smile breaking out across his face.

I watched as the trees crushed telmarines and threw them against the ground. Flinching, I looked at my feet. So this was Lucy's doing. No….it was Aslan's doing.

Thank you, Aslan.

A tiny, painful pang of hope struck at my heart as I watched a tree root destroy one of the catapults. The hope intensified as the telmarines began to flee. We were winning.

"FOR ASLAN!"

The name itself gave me hope and I watched as most of the narnians chased the telmarines through the woods to the river. I walked behind them slowly, making sure there were no straggling telmarines.

I jumped when I heard a deafening roar that most definitely came from a lion. The noise itself compelled me to drop to my knees in a bow, although the great lion was nowhere in sight, I knew that was Aslan, and I knew everything was going to be alright.

Hopping up from my bow, I quickly ran through the forest and soon found myself at the back of the narnian army. They all stood on the bank of the river watching what looked to be the aftermath of a massive wave.

On the other side of the river was Lucy, smiling triumphantly. Beside her was the great lion, the king of all kings, Aslan. I was about to drop down into a bow yet again, but a tremendous force appeared at my side.

I turned to find Mel hugging me.

A smile broke out across my face as I looked at her, making sure she was unscathed. "I am so glad you're alright" she muttered, hugging me again. Suddenly, a fierce pain traveled through my body.

I sucked in a deep breath of air as Mel pulled away and looked at her hands. They were both covered in blood.

My eyes widened and I gasped. I looked down and saw blood seeping through the shirt I was wearing. I lifted the hem of my shirt just a tad to do a survey of the damage.

I spotted the gash that I had thought was just a simple cut and immediately looked away. It was much, much, MUCH worse than I recall it being. "Ow….that's not too good." I muttered, trying not to think of all the blood that was spilling out of my stomach.

"Christina?"

I looked up to see Caspian, Edmund, Peter, and Susan standing in front of me, staring at the cut that I was still exposing. I quickly dropped my shirt. "You're hurt." Susan stated, looking both angry and worried.

"Yes, hence the blood." I snapped.

"What happened?" Peter wondered, looking around for something that could help.

I didn't want to say the words 'I was Stabbed' that would sound way too melodramatic.

"I guess I wasn't paying as much attention as I thought I was," I joked, trying to lighten the serious mood among my friends. My head was beginning to spin. I closed my eyes, the dizziness from losing blood slowly kicking in.

"Christina, you're bleeding a lot," Mel told me, showing me her hands, drenched in my blood.

I cringed, looking away. "Yeah, we might need to do something about that. Because I'm a firm believer in bodily fluids staying inside the body," I announced, trying not to let my panic seep into my voice.

"We can't have it treated very properly now. We'll wrap it up so it doesn't get infected then I'll see to it that you see a medic the second we get to Telmar," Caspian told me, an unfathomable look on his face.

The guys arranged the Narnians in certain patterns along both river banks to monitor the telmarine soldiers emerging from the water, and make sure that they were surrendering their weapons.

While that was going on, Mel and Susan helped bandage my injury. Then Peter came back and said that we had to go talk to Aslan.

"We? Don't you mean you?" I asked.

"Don't you want to know why you're here?" he countered, a sly smile lighting his features.

I nodded my head fervently and followed him to the edge of the water, where he, Edmund, and Susan waded in. Caspian was about to follow when he noticed my hesitance to walk into the water.

"What's wrong?"

"I just got my cut bandaged; I don't want to ruin it and make someone do it again."

He nodded in understanding. "Melanchaetes? Would you perhaps mind wading through the river with Christina on your back?" he asked in a very kind voice. She smiled and nodded her head, walking over to me and offering me her hand.

Her doing the same exact thing to me not an hour before flashed in my head. Death was all around us, people dying. And blood. There was so much blood around us.

I cringed, but took her hand anyways. Caspian walked over to me and put his hands on my waist. My breathing hitched as I looked over my shoulder at him. He seemed so nonchalant. How could he not notice what he did to me?

Carefully and easily, he lifted me up and placed me gently on her back. Then he flashed us a quick smile and waded into the water, following the three Pevensies who were about halfway across the river.

Mel followed after him, a smile on her face. "What?" I asked, referring to her smile. "Oh nothing…..nothing at all," Her voice contradicted her words. "No, tell me," I whined. "You'll find out eventually, trust me." By this time we had reached the middle of the river and the water reached my mid thigh.

I tightened my grip around Mel's middle and tried to ignore how cold the water was.

"Christina, I was going to talk with you later, but now is as good a time as any. I just want to say that I will never forgive myself for bucking you off earlier today, and I want you to know that I am so, very deeply sorry."

Her tone of voice sent chills through my bones.

"Mel, it's not your fault. You were simply trying to protect both of us and I wasn't paying attention. Nothing bad happened, we're both still alive. So you don't need to be sorry or feel bad or anything like that. It's ok."

"But-"

"Nope, no but's. It's all good, so don't worry about it," I told her as we arrived on the bank of the other side of the river, in front of Aslan.