Until We Meet Again

Chapter Eight

Sierra's POV
I stood in the small back room with Peter, helping him get his armor on. This was it. What happened to Narnia came down to what happened during this fight. He pulled on his gloves, and then turned to me.

"I'll be alright, Sierra. He can't be harder than some of the training you've put me through." I smiled weakly, putting my hands on his shoulders.
"Peter, I'm always going to worry about you." He chuckled slightly.
"Then I guess I'd better get used to it, especially if I'm going to marry you." My breath caught in my throat, and I looked at him, startled.
"Wh....what?" He smiled slightly, nodding to a small box on the table in there. I opened it, revealing a plain silver band with a sea blue gem.

"I'm going to marry you, Sierra. I promise." I smiled, slipping it on. It fit perfectly. I took his hands, and he pulled me close.

"Thank you. I can't tell you how much this means to me that you care this much." He smiled, kissing me. I closed my eyes, and he pulled me as close as he could. I put my hands on his shoulders, and then we both pulled back fast when we heard Edmund.

"Hey! Come on, you two. He's here." We blushed, and I picked up his helmet.
"I love you, Sierra. And I always will." I smiled, kissing him again. I pulled back, and he put his helmet on.
"I love you too, Peter." He slipped one of his gloves off, taking my hand, and we headed up. Edmund held his sword, and as we reached the ring, Peter drew it. Everyone cheered, and I smiled slightly at him, getting a smile back. He stepped out, and they circled each other, talking with each other for a minute.

"How many more people must die for the throne?" I heard Miraz hiss, and then Peter's calm answer.
"Just one." He launched himself off a stone pillar, and the fight began, metal clashing on metal. I kept one eye on Miraz's two officers standing nearby, one with a loaded crossbow. I kept watching as Peter and Miraz went at each other, the metal clashing. I hissed, furious, when Peter fell, and Miraz slammed his foot on the edge of his shield, and I heard a crack. Edmund had to grab my wrist, holding me back.

"Let go!" He put a hand on my shoulder, leaning closer to me.
"Sierra, we can't interfere. It'll be alright." I relaxed slightly, and then saw Caspian and Susan riding up. Peter and Miraz faced each other, and he spoke again.

"Does his highness need a respite?" Miraz hissed, and Peter struggled to his feet.
"Five minutes?" He asked, and Miraz nearly snorted.
"Three!" They came back off, and he nearly collapsed on the ground beside me. He pulled off his helmet, and I got his shield.

"Ah! I think it's dislocated." He gasped, and I gently felt it.
"Definitely dislocated. Not broken, but it's going to hurt." Edmund came back with Caspian, and Susan ran up with Cahira and the other archers.

"Lucy made it through.....With a little help." Peter nodded, and he looked at Edmund.
"What do you think happens if you die here?" He asked quietly, and Edmund shrugged slightly.
"I'm not sure. Let's not find out." I gently took hold of Peter's wrist, knowing the break was almost over.

"You know, you've always been there for me, and I never really-" I pulled quickly, snapping his wrist back into place.
"Ahh!" He hissed with pain, and Edmund helped him stand.
"Save it for later." He nodded, and as he got ready to go back out, I held out his helmet. He shook his head, and I smiled weakly, taking it back. Miraz saw, and shoved his away. They met in the middle, and once again, metal clashed, ringing through the air. After what felt like forever, but was only about fifteen minutes, Peter won. Miraz knelt in front of him, and looked up at him.

"What's the matter, boy? Too cowardly to take a life?" He asked, and Peter moved back.
"It's not mine to take." He looked at me, and I shook my head, nodding towards Caspian. Peter held the sword out to Caspian, who came forward, taking it. Peter moved back beside me, gently taking my hand, and we watched quietly. Mira said something to Caspian, and he raised the sword. With a yell, he brought it down.....Right in front of his uncle.

"Keep your life. But I am giving Sierra and her people back their land." I smiled at him as he turned back, and Miraz stumbled away, being caught by one of the lords there. I kept a hold of Peter's hand as we headed back to the How, but then we heard gasping and yelling.

"Treachery!!" I spun around, seeing Miraz on the ground, one of Susan's arrows in his back.
"Treachery!! They murdered our king!" I looked up at Susan, who shook her head. One other Telmarine rode back to their lines, shouting.

"To arms!! To arms, Telmar!!" I bit my tongue, holding back several curses, and I turned to Peter, Edmund, and Caspian.

"Plan B. Caspian, head on down. Count of ten." He nodded, taking off, and Peter, Edmund, and I turned back to the oncoming army. I drew Thil Galel, and one faun tossed me another sword. I caught it, staring at the catapults coming. They wouldn't take us down, not today. They would regret this. It was time to show them what this lioness could do when she got mad. And right now....I was furious. They wouldn't let this end without a fight.....So we were going to give them on.