Back in the Wardrobe

Chapter 9: A turn for the worse...

The sides ran at each other, sword hitting swords. The Narnian's were greater in number, but the rebels had an ace up their sleeves. Magic.

The Pevensies had been right when they realized they would be leading these Narnians to their deaths. Already there were twenty fatalities. All Narnian. While the Narnians were injurying the rebels, they weren't dying.

Susan and Elizabeth were shooting arrows as fast as they could. The rebels ignored the archers, since they were mostly women. Calmorens trained to fight were mostly men, due to the fact that they found women inferior.

Finally, Peter got the first blood for Narnia. He and his trusty sword Rhindon had been able to penetrate the magic protecting the rebel and finaly things started looking up for Narnia.

Caspian was surounded by five rebels. He took care of three of them, then lost his footing. He fell back with a thud. The two remaining rebels sneered at him, and moved in fo the kill.

Then, they fell over with a gasp of pain. Two red feathered arrows stuck out of their backs. Caspian knew those arrows. Susan. He got and quickly smiled at his love, then got back into the battle.

Edmund and Marilyn were now finally moving into battle. Peter, in a spur of the moment decision, had sent them to lead the second squardron of troops. Which was okay with them, as it had given them more time together.

Flashback 30 minutes:

"Edmund, Marilyn, go to the second squadron!" Peter shouted.

Edmund nodded, and the young couple headed to the ruins to wait with the second squadron, set to meet battle a half hour after the first.

"I'm glad we have this time together," Marilyn said, knowing full well the weight of the prophecy could have caused her to push him away.

"I'm glad too," Edmund said, taking her hand in this.

The two sat peacefully, quietly.

"Edmund, will you always love me?" Marilyn asked suddenly.

"Always," Edmund promised.

"No matter what?"

"No matter what."

Edmund placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Edmund I need to tell you something..." Marilyn said.

"Yes?" He asked. But he never got to find out what she wanted to say, as he heard the signal for them to start go off.

"Tell me later," he said, as he rushed to the front of the line. Marilyn sighed, and followed him

End Flashback.

Marilyn looked at the battle around her. The blood stained grass made her feel sick. If she had gone with the first group, innocent lives could have been spared. Marilyn ran off torwards the camp of the Calmoren rebels.

"Marilyn!" Edmund called out worriedly, starting to follow her. Marilyn shook her head at him, and he realized she had to do this on her own.

She remembered the professor's advice. "Things are not always as the appear.Be prepared for what you will see." This is what she focused on as she headed to bring down the rebels.

All around her, people were dying. Luckily, now most were Calmoren and not Narnian. But all life was precious, and Marilyn was having trouble focusing on the task ahead.

She started to get this strange feeling as the full prophecy sunk in. No, she should just do her task, forget the prophecy. She snuck into the camp.

Five men were standing guard around what seemed to be a very powerful looking man. Yet somehow Marilyn knew that man wasn't Zeb, the leader. No, the leader was the frail looking man sitting in the tent.

"Why Miss Serophinia! Such a pleasure to see you you again...," A sarcastic voice said.

Marilyn gasped. "Dontay?"

"Yes you little liar. I went to Serophinia's home and discovered they hadn't sent for a slave," Dontay said in a cruel voice. "Good thing you're pretty or you'd already be dead."

Marilyn held her sword firmly and cut Dontay's in half. But the sword was yanked out of her hands by the man who was in the center of the guards.

"Why's a pretty little lady like you doing out in a fight? You should be at home working on your sewing," the man was serious about this, which angered Marilyn. She bit the mans hand.

He cried out in pain. "Get this thing away from m..." he fell over dead.

"So us women should at home sewing? Well, I don't think so."

Marilyn smiled at her friend. "Susan! Hand me my sword please."

Susan passed her the sword. "Any more sexist comments?"

The men turned pale as the two ladies attacked.

A few minutes later and Marilyn was proud that these men wouldn't be able to harm anyone, but upset that she had to kill.

"Well, I should be heading back. Lucy is trying to shoot Nathan and I think I should give her some pointers."

Susan started walking and Marilyn turned her attention to the man in the tent. Only, he was there.

A scream made Marilyn turn around quickly. She was angered by what he saw. The man from the tent had Susan pinned up against a tree, his daggers blade pushing into her stomach.

"Well well well. Look what we have here. A half dead queen and her weak friend."

The man dropped Susan to the ground. She let out groan of pain, giving Marilyn a bit of comfort knowing she was alive.

"Leave her alone Zeb! I'm the girl with the sword," Marilyn said.

"Oh yes. You're Aslan's chosen one blah blah blah," Zeb said with an evil tone. "Too bad you're about to die!"

He drove his blade into her chest.

Marilyn fell to the ground in a heap, but not before looking the man in the eyes and saying. "Narnia is free." She stabbed him in the neck with her sword and he died instantly.

She saw that Susan was still conscious, a fact that comforted her as she could only hope her friend would live. She wished Susan and Caspian well in her mind, as she knew she would never have the chance to see the wedding. She hoped Elizabeth and Peter the best. She wished Lucy to keep her happy spirit.

Finally, she wished her love goodbye. He wouldn't know it of course, since it was all in her mind. Yet she prayed that he would know she love him with her whole heart.

Death was peaceful. Marilyn knew the prophecy was complete. You see the real prophecy was: When true of heart meets her death the kings and queens of old return and sit upon the throne then the reign of terror will cease to exist all thanks to the girl with the sword.

The last thing Marilyn heard was the frantic cry of Edmund, pouring the fiireflower juice in her mouth. But she knew it was over for her. She only hoped he understood.