Strives➵ Peter Pevensie [2] *SLOW UPDATES*

01| THE INVASION

Chapter One

The Invasion

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ANNABELL

I WAS sitting on my throne, hearing my people when the news reached my ears that the Telmarines had sieged Beaversdam and were making their way towards Cair Paravel. Now I stood on the balcony that overlooked the beach, dressed in chainmail underneath an armoured breastplate with black leather pants that were tucked into black leather boots. My swords were strapped to my back with my dagger tucked into a sheath on my left thigh. My hair was braided back away from my face as I could feel the wind blowing through my hair. "My queen," a voice called out making my head look over my shoulder at them.

Nathaniel, one of my trusted advisors, stood in the archway, wearing the same red and gold armour that the other troops wore in battle. I smiled at my old friend before I walked toward him, holding Susan's horn in my hands. "I have a task for you," was all I said to him before placing the horn into his hands.

"Annabell?" he asked as his brows frowned in confusion when he looked down at the horn in his hands.

"I need you to take the horn away and keep it safe. It may be the only way to call back the others to Narnia," I explained to him before I pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you for everything," I whispered into his ear as I felt him hug me back.

As we pulled away, I gave him one last smile which he returned before he bowed to me. "My queen," was all he said before he stood up straight and walked away.

"Goodbye, friend," I called out, feeling my vision begin to blur from tears.

I turned back to look out at the beach to see the troops preparing for battle. We only had the strength of eight thousand Narnians and from my sources, Caspian, the leader of the Telmarine army, had the strength of ten thousand men. We were outnumbered.

My head moved down to look at my left hand where my rings still sat on my ring finger. "I wish you were here," my voice cracked as my eyes closed, feeling a tear run down my cheek.

I quickly wiped my tears as I needed to remain strong for my people. It has been almost a thousand years since the Pevensies disappeared. I, however, hadn't aged nor returned back to England since that day. My blood had turned black due to the magic Aslan used to keep me alive. The Narnians called me The Undying Queen. I have seen many friends and loved ones passed on while I remained young.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I was thrown to the floor as the stones were knocked down from the wall above me. "CATAPULTS!" a voice called out from those standing on the beach.

The structure of Cair Paravel was being bombarded by catapults from the Telmarine battle fleet. My home was falling, and I couldn't do anything to stop it.