So, the crocs HAVE followed them across the route O_O! What are they going to do? (Oh, BTW, can you guess who comes into the room? It is Gylfie :) :)! So I guess you can call it a crossover! ^_^ Also, I am working on a new Percy Jackson story. And, my fictional me is going to have a crush on Leo!)

Chapter six: The news is not good

I awoke to an explosion. 'What is going on?' I wondered, and went outside. An owl went flying passed me, literally, screaming, "It's an attack! Rally the troops!" 'What?' I thought and peeked over the wall.

I think about a zillion crocs, wolves, and ravens were outside of the wall, trying to blast apart the wall. Chunks of wall fell, but the wall was, fortunately, still intact, though it was taking a beating. Another explosion shook the wall, and Laval came out of the sleeping quarters, sword ready.

"What's going on?" he asked. It was as if the world wanted to answer him. An explosion happened, two crocs jumped out of nowhere, and an owl fell out of the sky, lifeless. "Rally to me, troops!" Called out Caspian, and he charged towards the two crocs. Immediately the crocs attacked, firing everywhere. I had to duck to avoid a shot that had been aimed at me.

"Get them all!" cried a croc, and I felt a searing pain on my shoulder. I fell, but I grabbed a broken piece of wall just in time.

An hour late, I found myself in a battle room, Caspian calling out orders, sounding so confident I felt hopeful, until I remembered the number of enemies outside of the walls. "Sir! There are roughly one million, ten thousand and one hundred!" called out a commanding officer as he entered the room. Everyone gasped. Never had there been so many troops attacking them, I guessed. "We'll lose for sure if we don't act now! Caspian, you must bring out the Talon league to do a pincer movement! They will crush those forces!" called another commanding officer. He was missing one eye, and some patches of feathers. A sudden bang of a door sounded, and a squeaky voice called out, "No! That's too crucial to the plan that me, Twilight, Soren, Digger and I made!" A voice muttered, "Big words, for a little owl!" All the owls, except for Caspian and Squeaky, laughed.

"What's the plan, Gylfie?" said Caspian. "We could get the Dire Wolves to help!" Gylfie replied. "But there far off! We will need to send messengers!" protested a soldier. "That is why, me, Eris, and twilight will go." "But what about me?" protested Laval. "You stay here." Gylfie said firmly. "But…"

"No 'but's about it!"

"Laval," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder. "It's for the best." He grumbled, but didn't try to fight me.

They told me that the next day would be the day I would leave. As soon as I got into bed I fell asleep.

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