The Light of Narnia - Book 1 (Narnia X OCish Reader)

CHAPTER 33 - Battle

You were woken by a soft breeze that told you the news in a quiet voice. You pursed your lips sadly, now knowing what the agreement was.

You met the boys and Oreius outside, gathering in front of Aslan's tent to discuss the battle plans. Peter had gone inside to check just one more time. "He's gone," he said gravely, coming out of the tent.

"Then we'll have to lead everybody," you said quietly. Edmund nodded along but Peter looked hesitant.

"Peter, there's an army out there ready to follow you two through anything," Edmund told his brother, trying to convince him.

"I can't!" the boy said.

"Father believed you could," you pointed out. He looked conflicted for a second.

"And so do we," Edmund added. You smiled at him before turning back to Peter.

"So?" you asked.

He sighed. "Here's what we'll do."

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You sat on the back of your horse, looking over the Witch's army with your spyglass. Your plan was to be in the front and stop as many as you could with your magic before they reached the others. Of course, you also had a sword and a shield but magic was your main go.

"They have numbers and weapons way greater than ours," you said with a sigh to Peter next to you and Oreius next to him, trying to hide the defeatedness in your voice.

"Numbers do not win a battle," Oreius said firmly.

"No," Peter nodded. "But I bet they help."

A battle horn sounded in the distance and you quickly fastened your spyglass to your belt once again. As all the lines of the enemy could be seen, Peter drew his sword and pointed it forward. Now it was the Narnian battle horn's turn. It sounded more victorious than the Witch's and gave you a sense of courage you knew you'll need.

A minotaur in the front lines of the Witch roared in his own way and the opposite army started charging. Peter waited a bit for the enemy's lines to come into the field before he signaled the big birds to go and drop big stones on the enemies.

Lucky for you, they weren't spotted too soon and most of them didn't get hit by Witch's archers. Then, when the birds left, Peter opened his mouth again. "For Narnia! And for Aslan!"

It was your turn to start charging at the enemy now and Peter put down the lid of his helmet. You charged next to him, working your magic to shield your people from hits and to hit the other ones. It wasn't too hard to make the difference because of the armor. Narnian's were definitely more beautiful.

The battle swallowed you whole. You fought enemies left and right, no time for doubts or second thoughts. Every move you made had to be precise and quick. Your horse was lost at some point and you had to fight on on foot. But you didn't back up. No, of course you didn't. A good ruler goes to battle first and comes as the last.

Next thing you really registered hearing was Peter's command to retreat between the rocks to draw the enemy there. Since, well, you knew the place better than they did and since your archers were on the hill and had the higher ground, you had an advantage.

What you didn't have an advantage on was the fact that you were on foot. Luckily, your friend noticed this. "Y/n!" Peter called, putting out a hand which you took so he could haul you up on the unicorn and get you back to the rocks quicker.

"Thanks for the lift," you grinned, hopping off again at a safe distance. He gave you a nod before charging into battle again. Seconds later, he fell off his ride but you didn't have time to worry about him.

Why? Well, a minotaur was charging at you. You conjured a whip and wrapped it around its legs, drawing it down. Yet, it was quick to get up and throw its ax at you. You shielded yourself with the thing made for that specific action but since the ax came at such a high speed and force, you were pretty sure you dislocated your shoulder.

Nonetheless, you kept going and drew the, now weaponless, minotaur down to the ground again, making some of your magic strings stick to the ground and hold him down. You didn't have the heart to kill. But you knew the stampeding crowd would do it for you.

A pain struck through your shoulder. An arrow. Great - now both my hands are down. You weren't stupid enough to take it our so you reached up and broke it in half so it would be harder to grab for anyone who might've had the idea to.

Then you made your first mistake. You got distracted by the conversation Peter and Edmund were having about getting the latter out of the battle. Pain struck through your leg as a stone was thrown against it. You huffed a pained laugh. Someone was desperate enough to fight with sticks and stones? Really? That was your second mistake. You didn't have enough time to turn around and fully shield yourself from a hit.

You flew into a rock at the impact, the arrow in your shoulder going deeper in and making you yell out in pain. At this point, you weren't sure what would've been better - falling on your dislocated shoulder or the arrowed shoulder. You decided to not dwell on it much longer since you knew you didn't have too much time left for the adrenaline to start wearing off and the blood loss to get big enough for you to pass out.

So you did the only thing you thought would be smart at the moment. You went a bit away from the battle, using whatever strength you had left to drag Edmund away from under the stampede.

A roar sounded through the air, stopping everything and everyone for a moment. A grin split your face as you saw Your Father and the reinforcements. As the battle went on, maybe even more intensely than before, your knees finally buckled and you fell to the ground with a groan.

You leaned back and carefully placed your back on the rock, Edmund lying down near your feet, half-way unconscious. You made up your mind to stay awake and protect him and yourself as much as you could. But sometimes our brains and our bodies want different things. And in this particular case, your body started to win.

Slowly but surely everything faded darker until...

"Edmund! Y/n!"

What was that voice? You knew that voice?

You felt immense pain in both of your shoulders. Someone had drawn out the arrow and popped your shoulder back in place. A drop of liquid reached your lips. And the pain... it died down enough for you to open your eyes and gasp for air since you could finally breathe again.

Lucy wrapped her arms around you before Your Father called her back so they could go and help as many as they could. But before, Your Father sent a glance at you and gave you a comforting smile.

"Are you alright?" Edmund asked worriedly, Susan and Peter also looking at you.

"I don't- I don't," you panted. Then you took a deep breath. "I don't understand why people have the need to start wars." The three laughed lightly, agreeing with your statement.