The Journey Ahead ( A Narnia Love Story)

Chapter 7: Battle Plans and Practice

After the Witch had been destroyed by Edmund, Charlotte felt that she had to get out. She had to blow off some steam. So much had happened, in a short time she didn't know what else to do. She ran right out of the how and jumped on a horse. The horse was midnight black with a long mane. It was a stallion. You could tell by how the horse behaved, as soon as Charlotte started riding. The horse had an air of confidence. The girl took a liking to the horse quite quickly. She started to think of names for the magestic animal, because she needed something to keep her mind off of what had happened at the stone table. Stewart? No. It had to be a strong name. Charlotte thought for a moment, going through all of the male names she knew.

"Antonio?" She asked the horse. Suddenly the horse started trotting happily, surprising her.

"Antonio, it is." She said with a laugh. It shook its mane. It's dark fur, glistening beautifully in the sunlight that flowed in between the trees.

Charlotte wanted to keep her distance from the How on the ride, but didn't want to go too far incase something happened, so she told herself she would stay in the treeline. She looped around the How a time or two, before actually observing her surroundings. Charlotte had never thought about it before, but was it always this green all year round? It's was almost as if it's always spring. She had never really thought about it much. Maybe that is because it was the same everyday. It became routine. Charlotte, whenever she notices something, she takes in everything about.

Still observing the scenery, she took a look at the water.The first thing she saw was how crystal clear, and blue the water was. Everything outside of the castle was so beautiful. A whole world she never knew. The only problem is something ruined the perfect fantasy. She notice a couple men building something. She stopped her horse, and drew her bow. She aimed, about to release, when 7 more men joined them. They nailed the last board into the ground. It was a bridge, and a big one at that.

"Go let King Miraz know that the bridge is done. Prepare for attack." One of the many men said.

King? When did that happen? Attack? Charlotte listened to see if she could hear anything else. As she focused her hearing off in the distance, the clanking of metal got louder. Over the tops of trees on the other side of the river, she saw a arm. It was a catapult. How could they be already ready for attack, after losing so many men recently? Charlotte turned the horse around as fast as she could, riding towards base. She had to warn everyone. As soon as she exited the tree lines, she saw two man sitting on the ledge, outside the how. One was wearing a white shirt. The other had a blue shirt, and was significantly shorter. Charlotte picked up speed, on the noble steed. Approaching the castle she saw it was Caspian and the Professor.

"Caspian! Miraz has been crowned! They are at the river banks, ready to attack!" She yelled. Caspian looked from his conversation, to her, alarmed. Charlotte was too worried, and felt the urgency in the situation to stop. She rode her horse right into the common room.

"Where is the high king?" I asked over everything. No one noticed her, until she let out a loud yell repeating the question. They pointed toward the stone table room.

Meanwhile, in the other room was the King. After Charlotte had ran off, upset, Peter just sat down, and thought. How could he have done it, fallen for the Witch's curse, even though he knew first hand how horrid it could be? He knew what it did to someone, it happened to his brother the last time they were in Narnia.

"None of this would have happened if Aslan was here." Peter said out loud to no one. He pulled his knee into his chest, and just sat there. The King stared at the portrait carved into the wall. Suddenly, a sound was heard. He didn't turn around, though. Little footsteps walked across the cement, over to him. He knew it was his sister, by the way she was walking. It was a walk specific to her. It was graceful, and quiet. She sat down next to him. Lucy sighed. Peter spoke.