Hearts Connected As One

Chapter 18 - Battle Of Aslan's How:

Guinevere's POV:

The Telmarines began to fire catapults at the How. A few Narnians went down when the large rocks collided with the stone structure. It was painful to hear their cries, but I had to stick to the plan for us to win this.

I stood in between Peter and Edmund drawing my sword as Caspian ran off to set the plan in motion.

"Cavalry!" I heard General Glozelle shout from the other side of the battlefield.

"Attack!" He ordered.

Suddenly, the soldiers on horses began charging towards us. They were running as fast as their horses would carry them whilst more and more catapults were fired towards the Narnians and the How.

"Archers to the ready!" I heard Susan shout from the top of the How. The plan was about to proceed and if all went as planned, we would win and everything would be alright. We stood there for a few seconds before Peter turned around and looked at Caspian and Glenstorm. That was their cue. Both of them raced back into the How.

The echo of a large Narnian horn sounded from below us and Peter began to count, so we could tell when the underground structures of the How were being destroyed.

"One..." Peter began. "Two..."

He continued to count aloud and I saw Edmund looking at me out of my peripheral vision, so I looked at him as well. He smiled at me and nodded once. I smiled back before facing the front as I remembered exactly what and who I was fighting for.

I thought of my family: Trumpkin, Nikabrik, Trufflehunter and all of the other Narnians who had a hand in raising me. Even though not all of them were here, I have to do this for them, they will not have died in vain.

Trufflehunter told me a bunch of stories when I was a small child and as I got older I started reading all the books for myself. He inspired my love for Narnia, and what it could be once more.

Trumpkin would always appear at my side as quickly as he could. He always looked as worried as he did the day I almost fell down a gorge, shortly after learning to walk. He always pulled me into a tight hug, when something happened. Trumpkin was my biggest support system when I was growing up and helped me discover who I am and what I need to do for Narnia.

Nikabrik was the one who taught me how to shoot a bow. He made mine from part of the ruins of Cair Paravel. Despite the fact, he lost hope and tried to summon the evilest force Narnia has ever seen. The dark-haired, bad-tempered dwarf was one of the closest father figures in my life. He taught me to be tough and strong. He taught me to be the warrior Narnia needed.

My thoughts turned to Caspian and the Pevensies.

The day when Caspian and I were reunited he took a step closer and pulled me into a tight embrace which I immediately reciprocated. Neither of us said anything, the sound of the Narnian's cheering was making the moment even more special. However, there were no words that need to be said at this point. At that moment, we had each other and everything seemed to be okay. I was his pequeño ángel once more.

I thought back to when Peter and I reconciled our differences. He told me I have done more for the Narnians than most people put together. That I gave them hope, a reason to fight and survive. Plus, he is proud to fight by my side. Finally, he smiled at me before giving me a brief hug and walking off to find his siblings, getting ready to prepare for this battle.

Susan was always so kind and thoughtful. Despite us seeming distant, I feel she has really been a good friend to me. The Queen has definitely inspired me to become the best Princess I can be. Especially when we had small archery competitions when practising. She supports me and believes in me just as an older sister would.