Chronicles of Narnia: The Warrior of Narnia (Completed)

Chapter Four: Warrior of Narnia

In the past few days had seen Nora through many changes, physical and otherwise. She'd became a brave, beautiful young girl, with a strongly ingrained sense of courage, loyalty, and empathy. Nora took lessons in battling technique under General Oreius. She was eventually able to best him without a scratch, showing natural talent in her. Apparently, Nora knew a thing or two when it came to horseback riding and archery.
Not just that, she had picked up a couple other skills that she had lost during the midst of World War Two. She started stargazing with some of the Centaurs (including Oreius) and learning the hidden meanings/stories behind those stars. She thought she'll never see the stars again through the dark clouds in Earth's night sky. But her wish came true when she saw how clear and beautiful the stars were in Narnia's night skies. Nora had helped out some of the gathered Narnians get introduced to Aslan and made sure they felt their welcome by the other Narnians. She even befriended the Captain, a Talking Fox named Hunta, but he had to keep searching for more troops and possibly the four siblings. She became beloved by everyone for her beauty, high spirits, and brave heart.
But today, it was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under her feet as Nora walked down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the nearby forest, whose trees were swaying lightly in the distance. She soon spotted the archery target that she'll be shooting at for the next few minutes. As the minutes ticked by, Nora had managed to shoot a few arrows to the target, but some of the arrows had landed onto the grass.
As she was collecting her arrows, she took notice that Oreius was watching her from his rocky outcropping and was heading towards her direction. Nora had become a great and talented student of Oreius. She quickly picked up the pace in cleaning up her fallen arrows and started heading towards her Centaur friend, while letting someone else take a turn in her spot.
"Oreius." Nora nodded to him as he stopped in front of her.
"Nora," replied Oreius. "Aslan wants to see you."
"Did he say what about?" Nora asked, carefully slinging her quiver and strapped bow onto her back.
"No," Oreius replied. "Just that you needed to be there right away."
"Let's go," Amaya said, swinging her head toward her back, indicating that Nora should get on.
Nora sprang gracefully onto her back, Amaya breaking into a brisk canter as soon as she was settled. A few minutes later, they reached the outskirts of Aslan's camp. Nora respectfully greeted the various creatures they passed as Amaya slowed to a stately trot to a nearby rocky outcropping at the edge of the camp.
Waiting patiently for her was Aslan, he was sitting on the rocky outcropping. His eyes watching Nora with an intense, but kind gaze. She squirmed on Amaya's back underneath that gaze which seemed to pierce across the camp. Once they were near the rocky outcropping, Nora slid slowly off Amaya's back and walked up to the rocky outcropping, alone.
"Aslan, you wanted to see me?" Nora asked him, getting straight to the point and gave him a respectful bow.
"Young one, I have a question for you," Aslan told her, not yet answering her question. "How does one defeat an enemy without hurting them?"
Nora was surprised by Aslan's sudden question. She wasn't prepared for it. Defeating enemies comes in many forms, at least that's what she has seen and experienced over the years in her realm. When it comes to Aslan, its forms are love, forgiveness, and redemption. But when it comes to the White Witch, its forms are in magic, manipulation, and treachery. But the true answer has appeared in her mind.
Just as Nora figured out the answer and was about to answer Aslan's question, a loud blow of a horn sounded throughout the camp. It alerted both Aslan and Nora. She quickly spun around instinctively and searched for any sign of an ambush near the camp.
At that moment, a young male Talking Cheetah quickly ran up to them. "Aslan. Nora. There's a small group of wolves being surrounded by the Secret Police." How the Secret Police came to be when everyone in Narnia knows about them is beyond Nora, but it's time to help the banished group of wolves.
Nora exchanged a quiet, but knowing glance with Aslan and that's when he had spoken to them. "Take us to them."

Apparently, the Secret Police were surrounding a pregnant-looking wolf and a slightly younger wolf who was protecting the female wolf by the frozen riverbank. That when Aslan's chosen team had ran into the fight. The team consisted of Nora, Amaya, Oreius, Zuma (the Talking Cheetah), a Faun, a Satyr, and another Centaur (Runaan). There was complete confusion as each of them scared off the Secret Police (still wondering how they got that name when everyone knows them).
That's when a fierce battle has begun. The young girl against the fierce wolf. He was a strong fighter, but so was Nora. Their weapons clashed against each other, steel against fangs and enemy against enemy. Nora's agility and strength is a strong match against the wolf's abilities. Nora had used her skills and powers to get out of trouble more than once from the wolf's attempted attacks at her. The two of them both charged to each other with great ferocity. Nora quickly countered it by using the combined power of her steadfast strength and courage. It caused the opposing wolf to fall down roughly and onto the frozen ice. The scratches and scrapes showed the signs of their fight between them.
"Secret Police." Everyone watched as Nora stepped forward, her voice filled with steadfast defiance. "You are to leave from here now and to never return."
With a fierce growl, the Secret Police began to run away from the gathered team. The team soon turned to look at the pregnant wolf and the young wolf. Amaya lowered her muzzle onto Nora's shoulder while Oreius stood next to the girl as she bent down to check on the two wolves. The rest of the team surrounded the two exiled wolves.
"Are you two okay?" Nora asked them, her voice gentle and kind.
"Y-Yes," whimpered the female wolf. "My name is Sierra." She looked at the unconscious wolf, the others followed her gaze. "And that's my son. Kiba."
"Why are you two here?" Oreius asked her.
Sierra gently licked her plump belly before she met the Centaur's eyes. "I'm about to have my pups. Kiba came along because he doesn't like the White Witch. My mate was turned to stone by Jadis."
"Once you and Kiba recover, maybe Aslan can speak to you about your new living arrangement here?" Nora suggested to Sierra.
Sierra smiled softly. "I guess it couldn't hurt to meet the Great Lion that I've heard about."
"After we get you and your son to Healer Saga," added Nora.
At that, the small team escorted Sierra to the camp while Runaan carefully carried Kiba in his arms. Nora kept glancing at the two weary, injured Wolves, her expression filled with wary concern about them. Once they dropped off the two Wolves to Healer Saga, Nora was informed that Aslan wants to speak to her.
"Let's go," Amaya said, swinging her head toward her back, indicating that Nora should get on.
Nora sprang gracefully onto her back, Amaya breaking into a brisk canter as soon as she was settled. A few minutes later, they reached the outskirts of Aslan's camp. Nora respectfully greeted the various creatures they passed as Amaya slowed to a stately trot to a nearby rocky outcropping at the edge of the camp.
Waiting patiently for her was Aslan, he was sitting on the top of the hill. His eyes watching Nora with an intense, but kind gaze. Once they were near the top of the hill, Nora slid slowly off Amaya's back and walked up to the hill. With a knowing nod, Aslan led her to somewhere else. They both went up onto the huge hill, where the forest ended, there was something that she thought she never seen before; it was a Stone Table, it was a great grim slab of gray stone supported on four upright stones. It was very old; and it was cut all over with strange lines and figures that might be the letters of an unknown language. 
"That is the Stone Table." Aslan's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and gave him a baffled look, still trying to figure out if he could read minds. "Have you found the answer to your question?"
Nora soon remembered the answer to Aslan's question. "Yes. I did. The only way to find a way to defeat an enemy without hurting them is by befriending them."
Aslan smiled at her proudly. "That's right." But a solemn look went over his face. "But it doesn't always work."
"And yet it does," replied Nora warmly. "It depends on what type of person that someone wants to befriend with."
"Indeed." He smiled at her, proud of her. She may prefer observation and is quiet till she figures out what say in the matter, but she always has great empathy and loyalty. "Draw your blade and sink it into the earth."
A little puzzled, Nora did what he had asked of her and bowed behind the sword. Aslan placed his great paw onto Nora's sword, his face soon showed expressed great pride. "Nora Archer, do you swear to protect those who need to be protected? Do you swear to protect the lands of Narnia when enemies cross its borders? Do you swear to protect the citizens of Narnia? Do you swear to protect the Kings and Queens of Narnia? All the way to your death?"
Nora gazed at him from her bowing position, but she kept her head lightly touching the hilt of her blade. "Aslan, you know as well as I do that life is changeable and I can only hope that I can do my best of what you have ask of me. But I swear to protect those who need to be protected. I swear to protect the great lands of Narnia. I swear to protect the citizens of Narnia. And I swear to protect the Kings and Queens of Narnia with the best of my abilities to my utter death." Aslan smiled at her as he used his powers to change her planted sword into something more great. The sword soon gained a golden hilt with a bright amber gem on it, while the blade became sharper and seemed it looked like was set aflame in the sunlight.
"Arise, Nora Archer the Steadfast." She carefully gotten up from behind her sword with brand new nobility while Aslan gazed at her with warm pride. "Warrior of Narnia."