22. Battle
Spring came, and with it a warm breeze, the buds of leaves, rushing streams—and the stirring of the Giants.
The High King Peter reached for Rhindon his weapon and set forth to do battle once again.
Summer came, and with it invitations, floral decorations, and ambassadors from other nations.
The Gentle Queen selected the dress with sky-blue skirts large enough to keep every suitor at a two foot distance, and went to do battle in the ballroom once more.
Autumn came, and with it piles upon piles of fruit, grand dances with pipe and lute, and what seemed an endless procession of lawsuits.
King Edmund the Just picked up his quill and battled injustice once again.
Winter came, and with it a world of pure white, reflected starlight, and memories of fright.
Lucy with her Valiant faith drew to mind her memories of Aslan, of resurrection, of warmth after the darkest coldest nights, and went to fight despair once again.
A/N: I find myself doing battle with my own fears, and it occurred to me that the weapons we use to do battle are as varied as the situations.