Lucy awoke from the loud horns, something was wrong it didn't sit right, the horns were sounded twice in a row when the sun has not come out from the east as of yet.
The feast went on for days, It were all merry and Jolly until before dawn, the air grew ghost-quiet, permeated thick with burning charcoal and of distant screams the commotion was set loose unto the fields surrounding Cair Paravel
Unto Beruna.
The dastardly Prince Rabadash has razed a nearby village killing and looting innocent people, a perfect offensive attack while there is a feast, an unchivalrous deed having no official declaration of war,he plundered, and seize Narnia near the chamber of its heart.
she heard iron plates in the halls, then followed yelling and shouting.
Fear plagued her mind, she thought of their brothers of Peter and Edmund scurrying unprepared with their ill equipped armors.
before she knew it the men were in the stables, she ran to get Susan, she saw the lady Izildrom briefly skulking in the corners as she helped her gather the other lady in waiting to assemble about.
"Susan we must hurry!" She burst the chamber door open with her sister disheveled from last nights sleep.
They exchange no words and hurried together with a cloak hastily thrown in their back, they went quickly as they had entered to obtain their weapon: Susan with her Bow and Lucy with her dagger and vial, then they made their way towards where the men had gathered
"My lord, we scouted a very large party" a faun informed
"He has declared war!" Peter shrilled, standing in his heraldic coat of arms, his arms folded with vituperation
"If he rallied all his men to raze villages then we must stop them! We have inflicted more damage in their troops with the last spotting" Edmund reasoned believing that the lost of morale on the enemy troops would have them rerouted away from the impending battle.
"A king must ride on with his troops" He ushered. (ok but seriously a war isnt just fun and games, the king leads on his men in the front and he could be shot down just as quick as he had them charged.)
The golden haired boy held his breath, trying to remain calm in such an unforeseen event. He looked at his men trying to reassure that they would come back in one piece, back in their comfortable bed, back by the arms of their babe and the warm embrace of their mothers and fathers, their brothers and sisters. He felt responsible so responsible it made him feel guilty.
Then he saw his sisters standing by the arch they were coated bow at the raven haired girls back and the faired haired girl had her dagger sheathed.
"No, no Lucy, Susan" he shook his head, in disagreement, a look of hurt both present in the girls eyes.
He did not want them to get involved into this unplanned campaign, he did not plan to lose them as they lost Edmund before to the white witch, he could not and as the eldest of all four pevensies he will do anything he could to protect them. Edmund will ride with him with his own party he needs all the men he could get for it is too risky and they did not know the location of the enemy troops.
Susan stepped forward,
"We can fight" she imposed, almost begging for Peter to let them fight alongside them.
Susan was hurt, how could he do this again, before it was only diplomacy now it has escalated into fine ruination, Their brothers rode front while they remained at the keep worrying whether should they expect them to return vigorously in good health or delivered beheaded or in an earth filled box, she shuddered at the thought.
Knowing Peter would say, "No! I will not allow it, it isn't safe" Susan turned away holding the tears from flowing.
"You always say that..." she uttered, tears finally flowing from her eyes. Lucy could not help but also shed one herself.
"Your grace we must ride-" the faun interjected, interrupting with quick fervour. fidgeting with his hind.
Peter nodded back understandingly and looked back at the two.
Before even mounting he trod towards the faired haired girl and he clasped at her with his full iron armor into a brief hug and then he turn to the raven haired girl, he hugged her almost suffocating even and turned her chin to look at him.
"Promise me Su, that you and Lucy will not follow" he scanned for an answer, when no answer came through only he saw that
She looked shattered more than angry, almost as if her husband had denounced their marriage. Lucy saw this, as Peter gave her a quick endearing peck in the cheek, then gave her a hug once more. then she whispered "Be safe.." before wiping her tears with her palms.
On her stood, she turned to look at the dark haired boy, he stood with a solemn face
They were gone, In the distance hoofs of horses collided with the clamoring of the crowds, The High King rode with The Just King in a haste, leading their men into an unexpected campaign, they were tracking the large party accompanying the host of Prince Rabadash.
? ﾝﾖﾍ? ? ﾝﾖﾆ? ﾝﾖﾙ? ? ﾝﾖﾔ? ? ﾝﾖﾎ?, ? ﾝﾖﾔ? ? ﾝﾖﾎ? ? ﾝﾖﾆ? ﾝﾖﾊ ? ﾝﾖﾊ? ﾝﾖﾚ? ﾝﾖﾓ
"Halt!" The high king ordered, all party halting into a stop, the dark haired boy stood with his mane in silence as he too followed the source of the burning.
The golden haired boy looked into the distance where the smoke had razed the village from ground to ground up. the singed heat of the burning wood lay astray or in ashes.
PANG!
Edmund turned around to look, a man coated in the heraldic chain mail fell, an arrow struck to his chest. It was one of their party.
They were being attacked, realizing at a battle disadvantage the High king when he saw the emerging enemy troop from the hill above.
The Dastard Prince Rabadash himself standing with full hubris before his men at the top brownish hillside.
Peter gritted his teeth with such fury upon Rabadash's apparition.
Rabadash's archers and sharpshooter emerged from the ranks of footmen
"HOLD POSITION!" Peter shouted, he lifted his sword into the air to gain the attention of his troops, a soldier carrying the heraldic banner held it high, following the Magnificent King.
"CAVALRY TO ME!" He rode on as the men spread out into ranks, his glistening golden hair coated in sweat and a fierce look carved into his feautures, a young robust king envied by the Prince Rabadash himself. he had drawn his cavalry to the back while Edmund was with the infantries and archers at the front.
"INFANTRY SHIELD WALL! SPREAD OUT" Peter persisted hollering the round of their men into a yard long length, his sword glistening as it flailed with the sun.
"ARCHERS!" the dark haired boy commanded, "FALL BACK TEN PACES!" Edmund commanded in such glory one would swore that he was a fallen angel. this was a common move Edmund would pull, he was an esteemed stealth, a rogue firing from a far rendering heavy damage to the enemy troop.
The centaurs falling back, their morale in tact, the fauns in light leather armor with either crossbows or bows on their arms holding their fire, waiting for the command of the Just King.
He told his men to hold fire while Prince Rabadash's party
They waited, for what seemed like eternity. Edmund having fallen back against the shielded infantry. went passed the word to his archers in stealth to ready and aim.
? ﾝﾖﾊ ? ﾝﾖﾊ? ? ﾝﾖﾍ? ﾝﾖﾒ, ? ﾝﾖﾊ ? ﾝﾖﾊ? ? ﾝﾖﾍ? ﾝﾖﾒ ? ﾝﾖﾔ ? ﾝﾖﾆ? ﾝﾖﾙ? ﾝﾖﾊ ? ﾝﾖﾓ? ? ﾝﾖﾑ? ﾝﾖﾗ?
Rabadash went in, charged his men his infantries with pikes and heavy two handed swords. Peter cringed and shuddered but braced the morale of his own troops.
"FIRE AT WILL!" Edmund exploded, a surge of arrows exploded from the sky exhuberating clouds of smoke from the razed surroundings. The arrows flew so far until they had landed a heavy blow on the enemy infantry.
Rabadash led out a long battle cry and rallied his troops, and began to break through the shield wall Peter had barred them from. a faun fell down trying to hold position and collapsed an entire line of heavy infantry.
**CUE FREAKING NARNIA BATTLEEE* just imagine the music playing in the background lmao
For a moment the silence ceased, until Peter surprising both his men and the enemy, they charged from the flanks, side by side he rode with his horse riders, heavy with pike and they charged on to the enemy.
"FOR NARNIAA!" He screamed atop his lungs Edmund riding with him, side by side with his centaur officers and riders. slashing through enemy troops with damaging blows.
Victory was near, until Rabadash forces had trapped them in through ranks, Peter was amidst the heavy infantry, his men charging into pikes and bleeding through their chainmail as they unfortunately meet their demise of impalement.
He fell off his horse, his heavy helm falling off his head. the blood on his face left altogether for as he turned and came to stand his ground, before him face to face was the Dastard Prince Rabadash. His face clad in age and dirt he retained his cruel impression.
He lift his heavy sword, He did not care for a shield for his armor was heavy enough to withstand half a dozen blow. he approached the golden haired boy, his iron boots dragging all the dust and dirt of the soil that stood before them.
Peter gulped, mustering all his strength, he will not falter. He is The High King afterall.
"Surrender or Die!" The Dastard Prince scathed, his beard moved with the movement of his mouth.
Peter had no plans to surrender, he will lead his men to glory and to death.
"It is sad that you cannot be reasoned, We will fight you till the last draw of our breath!"
Rabadash bellowed, and charged with his heavy sword, in which Peter evaded.
The dark haired boy and the other troops fought on, destroying the Dastard Prince's ranks of infantries and archers alike.
Two and a half dozen evasion and parrying, their breath grew hoarser, the weight of the clad iron armor in scorching Narnian heat encumbered the two warriors.
"Stop! Stop! I Yield!" The Dastardly Prince succumbed. he knelt on his knees and disarmed himself. Defeat clearly besotted in his face, Peter stopped and stood on his feet.
Rabadash's troop either unconscious or killed had remained where they were but now they too have surrendered with their commander.
The dark haired boy walked towards his brother and gave him a hand, when he quickly heard a dagger unsheathed by the dastard prince himself.
The prince had planned to go on with unchivalrous scheme and had plan to disposed of the King.
He pushed Peter and landed the blow for him. a piercing pain suddenly sent through the open flesh wound on his side. Rabadash had slashed through Edmund's armor and gave him a blow, Edmund quickly acted and knocked the Dastard Prince with the blunt end of his sword. then he winced in pain as he struggled to aid Peter from his combat weariness.
Then his men charged once more, both enemy and ally troops fighting without the two king's command. they blended in the back with the unconscious dastard prince.
"Ed?" Peter looked in worry, his face drenched in sweat much like the dark haired boy. Edmund would usually mask his distress if it was bearable but this, clearly the young king was in pain and he could not conceal it.
Peter rushed to his side, discarded his shoulder pads and helped the Just king remove his chain hood. He looked pale, clearly in so much pain as his gloved hands held firmly on to his side which was now soaking in his own blood.
"Take off my sash, break it and help me stop the bleeding" The just king prodded, directing his brother to help him out
Peter cut through the worn cloth and saw the wound, It was deep and a bad blow. He was surprised he held on this long without fainting. Peter was to panic when Edmund grasped his hand and directed him to the sash he had on his little belt.
"This will hurt a bit" he admitted, he sat him upright and placed whatever clean cloth he could make out of the sash and made a makeshift gauge to stop the bleeding.
It was not long till they had gain advantage, when they had taken all commanders of the enemy troop that they pronounced the Narnians victorious.
The troop had a morale boost, but the Just King was heavily wounded. It was not exactly very good battle for Peter. They suffered at least 20 casualties.
"Mount my horse, you cannot go on like this Ed" Peter offered, He nodded, clearly still in pain and finally they rode on to the Palace. Edmund was in critical condition.