𝒾 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝒶!!
Things can't get any worse for (____) when her uncle attempts to have her and her brother killed so his son can take the throne, and what's worse is that she's forced into an adve...
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In preparation for the duel, and possibly (hopefully not) a battle, I changed into more formal armor and spotted Edmund in the hall.
"Edmund." I called, walking up to him.
"You look amazing... prepared I mean." he said, face slightly pink.
"Thank you, I thought I'd go for a more traditional look. Is Peter ready?" I asked.
"Miraz is waiting outside the How." He answered.
"No time to lose then." I nodded, taking in a deep breath.
I met Glenstorm at the ruins in the field where the duel would take place. The two of us stared down Miraz, who looked either as if he had gathered his wits, or had a very good poker face. With Miraz was General Glowzelle, Lord Sopespian, and another one of his advisors.
Peter and Edmund exited Aslan's How together. Narnians crowded the entrance and cheered, and the Temarines in the distance raised their weapons and cheered for their king. Glenstorm bowed his head to Peter as they approached with his sword raised in respect.
I marked Miraz whispering something to Glowzelle, not a good sign.
Hopefully Peter was prepared for any tricks my Uncle might try, of which there are many.
Miraz rose from his seat. Edmund held out Peter's sword for him to take, and when Peter unsheathed it the Narnians cheered. I took Peter's scabbard from Edmund and set it aside.
"Best of luck to you, Peter. I know you'll win." I said, he looked back at me and nodded before turning back to Miraz.
Miraz and Peter stepped forward into the ruins. "There is still time to surrender." Miraz said.
"Well, feel free." Peter replied, his resolve never wavering.
"How many more must die for the throne?" Miraz asked.
"Just one." Peter said, pulling his helmet over his face.
Almost immediately they both sprung into action, raising their swords in the air. With impressive agility, Peter jumped off a broken brick from the ruins and attacked Miraz from above.
It was a close fight, they took turns slashing their swords at each other and holding their shields up in defense. It became clear now that the fight would be surprisingly close, something neither side expected.
Miraz swung at Peter, and Peter blocked, then as Miraz lost his balance Peter slashed his blade across his back and he exclaimed in pain. But Miraz's recovery was quick, and their swords continued to clash as everyone watched in excitement.
Miraz threw up his shield and bashed Peter in the face, knocking his helmet off. I nervously took Edmund's hand in mine.
Miraz took another slash at Peter's face, but luckily he threw his head back in time. Then Peter lunged forward and slashed Miraz on the leg, and Miraz let out a yell. In a moment of stillness, the two sneered at each other menacingly.
