Flawed *EDITING* (Chronicles of Narnia & Harry Potter Crossover) (PeterxOC)

45- Siege of Cair Paravel

Chapter Inspiration:

- Things We Lost in the Fire ~ Bastille

- I See Fire ~ Ed Sheeran (submitted by coolcat1002)

I ran faster than I have ever ran before. "SOUND THE ALARM. SOUND THE ALARM." I bellowed, running through the castle. Narnians rushed through the castle, mainly panicking or trying to get to the armory.

I grabbed Tumnus and told him what Whysall told me. His eyes pretty much popped out of his head. "I've just been told that Queen Susan's horn is missing." I pinched the bridge of my nose, attempting to hold back a scream of frustration. It came out as a muffled groan, which is better than a scream.

"Did you send out a search party?" I asked quietly. He nodded and ran off. I felt, or maybe knew, that something terrible was going to happen. I ran to my room and started to pack a bag of small things that I might need for traveling. If this goes downhill, I'll need a backup plan.

I bolted to the Treasury and hid my bag behind Edmund's chest. Thinking for a moment, I unstrapped Fortis and my quiver and hid it with my bag. I'll just use a sword and bow from the armory. As I concealed the Treasury once more, my head was almost taken off by a boulder the size of Aslan's head.

Luckily I dropped to the ground in time. Narnians screamed and tried to avoid more coming and destroying the castle. I ran to the window and saw the Telmarine army approaching the Cair. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK." I bellowed, running to the armory. 

I changed into my armor as fast as I could and grabbed a sword that would work for me. Screw it. Ain't nobody got time for a bow. I saw the Narnian army waiting for me with Aspera in front. I mounted and surveyed their army. Their numbers were far greater than ours, consisting of a large infantry.

My eyes widened when I spot six catapults. Oh shit we are done for. I murmured to Tumnus, "I don't care about these idiots. We need to get that horn back before they find it and destroy it." He nodded in understanding. "What do you propose General?"

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "We fight and pray that they get the horn." I watched as more catapults flew in, destroying parts of the castle. Grinding my teeth, I growled, "They are going to pay for the damage they are causing."

"CHAAAAARGE." Their General shouted. I squinted and realized their General was Caspian. I wrinkled my nose at the thought of him. He was a disgusting pig, making me shiver at the thoughts of our encounters. Thank Aslan that there were very few. I raised my sword and sent Aspera rearing, then galloping down the path. I blew out my cheeks. I can do this. I can do this without Aslan. I can do this without the Pevensies. I slashed down a soldier and started on the next.

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I was extremely worried. Their men, who were actually pretty good swordsmen, outnumbered us by a lot. I saw many, too many for my liking, Narnians on the ground dead. Near the edge of the clearing I saw a group of soldiers coming in. It was the party that went searching for the horn.

Hope filled me, seeing them looking triumphant. I dodged a swing, but Aspera didn't. The sword sliced right through his shining coat, blood oozing and spilling as the sword came out bloodred to the hilt. "No!" I cried, as my friend and I went down. I stood up quickly, killing the soldier. "Go on Laurel! Do it for Narnia." he wheezed.

I wanted to cry, but war was no time for crying. "You have been a noble friend and steed. I am honored to say that I have ridden you." I choked out. Aspera laid his head down, taking a final breath. With a new determination I set out again.

Screams drew my attention as I killed another Telmarine. I looked up at the Cair in horror. They had set it on fire! The flames were so large and numerous, I knew there was no saving it. I swallowed another sob and kept fighting, noticing at least ten Narnians dying around me.

I kicked someone, slashed them, and made my way towards Oreius and Tumnus. I cut down a Telmarine about to decapitate Tumnus. "There is too many! We won't survive this Laurel!" Oreius called. I bit my lip, doing my 360 swing.

If Oreius thought we were going to lose, then we were done for. I turned around and saw some of my troops surrendering, retreating to the woods. I turned back around to see Oreius galloping up to the burning Cair Paravel, trying to save innocent Narnians.

Although he succeeded in saving them, I never saw him again. Why do I let myself get attached and make friends with creatures? They end up leaving me sooner than I'd like. It felt like only me and Tumnus were the only ones left, although that was not true.

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By now, whoever wasn't dead had retreated. Tumnus knew I wasn't going to surrender, my pride was on the line and so was the fate of Narnia. Like a noble friend, he stayed with me instead of retreating.  I was battling about ten soldiers right now, just holding them off. I heard a scream and jerked around. Time felt as if it slowed down.

I saw Tumnus on the ground holding a bloody wound. No. I fell to the ground next to him, wanting more than ever to reveal my powers to save him. But I knew I couldn't. "Tumnus. Please. What about Lucy?" I pleaded, tears now streaming down my face. Screw pride.

I knew deep down that they would come back. I could see her face now, how it would break me and her to know that I could not save her friend. "Tell...tell her to not...not forget us." he wheezed. "Please don't leave me. Don't leave her." I cried, squeezing his hand.

"I'm sorry." He breathed, dropping  to the ground. I sheathed the sword I carried and cried next to his body. Two arms grabbed me and pulled me up. I held my chin high as Caspian came forward. "Surrender General Laurel." he smirked. He thought he was so high and mighty because he beat a woman in battle.

I wanted to scream no, but I couldn't form words. I had failed. I failed the Narnians, the Pevensies, Aslan, and myself. I was too weak to run a country without practice. I was too weak to go to battle against a surprise attack. The soldiers holding me pulled me with them, chaining my hands together. They took away my sword and threw it to the ground. I'm now grateful that that wasn't Fortis. Thank Aslan it's safe in the Treasury.

I thought that they were taking me to their camp to execute me, but I was surprised when they climbed up the blackened, crumbled staircase to the Cair. A knot formed in my throat as we made our way to the dungeons.

Right now, there was no one in there so naturally they threw me in the first cell and locked me in. I knew that they were going to leave me here, not going to bother coming back. I didn't even bother trying to get up from where they threw me. It was obvious I was going to die here soon, without food and water.

This compared to execution was paradise. But that didn't make me feel better, although it should've. I sat against the cold, hard wall and cried. There was so much I wanted and needed to do, but never got the chance. I should've hugged Eva one more time. I should've forgiven and trusted my friends completely for their plan without me in it. I should've stayed close with the Pevensies. I should've told Peter that I love him. 

Tears trickled down my face at a faster rate. I never wanted to live a life of regrets, yet somehow I managed to. Life was incredibly unfair. "I'm sorry." I whispered to the air. I curled up in a ball and rested my head on my knees, trying not to think about the incredible food at Hogwarts.