Narnia: Daughters of the Sky

The Battle

Archers didn't need horses today so I didn't take one. Cass hurriedly told me the battle plan as she grabbed her quiver and slung it over her shoulder.

I followed suit. We picked up our bows, given to us by a hunter named Orion one day after we first arrived here. Orion was a tall man but he wasn't human. He gave off an aura of power and divinity. Aslan told us later that we had met the God of Hunting here in Narnia. I remember when we first met him. How he strode out of the treeline without a sound. His voice was deep as he greeted us as Daughters of the Rising Sun and Setting Moon. He gave us a low bow as he introduced himself only as Orion and from thin air he summoned our gifts. When I first took my bow into my hands, I felt its power surge through me. I felt strong and confident. He told us to always believe in ourselves and each other, together our powers would never fail.

Our bows were the most perfect weapons I had ever set my eyes on. My bow was sleek, it was gold, light, and weighed perfectly. The same went for my sister, except hers was silver. Our quivers matched our bows. The fletching for my arrows were red and gold, Cass's were green and silver.

We were dressed in matching breeches and tunics, chain mail hidden beneath, it was uncomfortable, but it felt right.

We ran to the ledge that had a view of the entire battlefield, a great vantage point for our archers. Others were there already, some were shifting nervously.

"Stand firm everyone," I said encouragingly, "Today we fight for our freedom from the clutches of the White Witch and take back our future."

Edmund arrived moments later. He jumped off his horse and climbed up the ridge. I helped him up.

Cass and I positioned ourselves on either side of him.

Minutes passed, but no sign of the enemy.

Suddenly, a griffin came flying towards us from beyond our line of sight and landed beside Peter, down on the ground. It was a far way down to where the rest of the army waited.

They stood there talking, we had no way of knowing what they were talking about.

Peter turned and looked at Edmund, a silent conversation passing between them. They nodded at each other, and then the enemy emerged from down the other end of the field. The White Witch riding in a chariot pulled by polar bears. She looked like she had thawed out and was dressed in brown furs.

Edmund waited for a second and then, just as the other army charged, he raised his sword. The first signal.

The sound of hundreds of beating wings and screeching enveloped the air around us.

A hundred griffins flew out from behind us, big rocks in their claws. The griffins started dropping the rocks on the dumbfounded enemy. At first they weren't looking to the sky. They went into a temporary mass hysteria and one couldn't help but cheer. 

However, when they finally collected themselves together, their archers started aiming up at them. They began shooting griffins down only to fall on to the enemy anyway.

When the last griffin fled the air above the enemy, we took action. Bows held high, strings pulled back loaded with arrows. On Edmund's signal, we unleashed our wrath unto the enemy.

After a couple of arrows, I looked at Cass. She nodded and drew an arrow, my motions syncing with hers in milliseconds.

We unleashed at the same time at the same height.

Our arrows hit at the same time. Those in the zone of my shot, spontaneously burst into flames. Those in her zone, were frozen solid.

Arrow after arrow shot from our bows, blew the enemy away, literally, but they kept pushing forward. Persistent little buggers.