Later that day we all went back to our tents. Peter and I slept in the same tent, Susan, Lucy and Edmund shared another. A cold wind that blew in from outside made me shutter and move closer to Peter. His arms, I can feel, tighten around me. But then a small stream of something that feels like flower peddles waves across my cheek, I open my eyes slightly.
It looks like it's somewhere near surprise; raising my head from Peters torso. The flowers waving in the wind formed into the shape of a woman.
I quickly shook Peters shoulder, waking him up. He opens his eyes, sees the woman out of flower peddles – a dryad – and grasps his sword, that was hanging overhead. He pointed it at the dryad, shielding me from any possible danger.
'Be still, My prince and princess. I come with grave news from your sisters.'
After the news of Aslans death, the dryad had disappeared. Peter and I got dressed, then he went to check in Aslans tent as I woke up Edmund, concluding that Lucy and Susan were indeed gone. When we reached Aslans tent, we saw Peter just exiting the tent, moving towards Orieus who stood near a table with a map on it.
Me and Edmund reach the table, 'She was right, he's gone.' Peter said sadly.
'Then you'll have to lead us', Edmund said, causing Peter to look up shocked, 'There's a whole army out the waiting to follow you.'
'I can't', Peter protested.
'Aslan believed you could', I said carefully, gaining everyone's attention, 'And so do I.'
Peter smiles shortly, but his eyes still show worry, he takes my hand in his, squeezing slightly.
'I don't want you to be in this battle', he said suddenly.
'What?!' I question surprised.
'I just want you to be safe', he says and reaches up to stoke my cheek with the hand that wasn't holding mine. But I catch it before I can.
'I've trained just as much as you have, you know I can fight.' I argue.
'I know you can', Peter responded, 'but I couldn't forgive myself if something happened to you.'
I just place both of my hands on his cheeks as I tell him: 'How about this, I stay close to you during the battle, so we can keep an eye on each other.'
Peter nods in agreement, yet it's still somewhat reluctant. But just then I notice that Edmund and Orieus are looking at us. I blush a little embarrassed, before letting Peter go and turning back to the others. Orieus nods at me approvingly about what had just happened, before saying to Peter: 'The Witches army is rearing, sire, what are your orders?'
Peter looks at the map, fully concentrated.
Me, Peter and Oreius stood on a rock near the foot of a big hill. Peter wore a full knight armor and I couldn't help but think that he looked handsome. I wore a dress partly made of mail with pieces of armor protecting places like my back and vital organs.
Our army stood behind us and the archers and Edmund stood on top of the large hill. In the distance across the great plain of grass we see the Gryphon whom we had sent out to scout the area. He landed to my right on the rock, 'They have come, your highnesses, in numbers and weapons far greater then our own.'
'Numbers do not win a battle.' Orieus reassured Peter who both stood on my left.
'No, but I bet they help', Peter mumbled nervously.
Loud drums started playing, we turned our attention towards the nearing army. At that moment the Witches army started moving forward again, towards us. Peter took the sword the sword out of his scabbard, signaling Edmund to start the first attack. The Gryphon next to me flew up together with the others, dropping rocks on the Witches men. But they launched a counterattack, arrows flew through the sky.
'Stay close', Peter worriedly said, turning his head to me.
'Of course', I answer.
He smiles shortly before turning his attention back to the battlefield.
'Fire', We heard Edmund order behind, hundreds of arrows flew over us and towards the enemy.
'For Narnia!' Peter called out, 'And for Aslan!' Then he galloped forth, followed closely by me and Orieus. And behind us our army followed us suit.
The armies collided and battle broke lose. I fought enemy after enemy I rode past, all the while keeping an eye on Peter, keeping to our deal not to stray from his side.
'Fall back', I heard Peter order, 'Draw them to the rock.' In trying to buy our troupes some time a grand phoenix soured down, causing grass to be set on fire and trapping the White Witch and part of her men behind it.
I look in Peters direction and see him urgently motion me to follow him.
But then, almost immediately after we moved to ride away, a dash of ice put out the fire before the Witch rode through. Now our troupes were being severely outnumbered.
I gallop by Peters side, as we enter the rocky territory, friend and foe alike, ride on our heels.
But seemingly out of nowhere, two arrows fly towards us, hitting both our horses in the chest, they drop to their knees and both of us fall and roll a few feet further.
A Gryphon flew down from the sky and straight towards the Witch. She only ducks, remaining in her stable stance on the battle wagon. She stabs her wand forward and turns the Gryphon to stone.
We both crawled, getting back up, we saw Orieus and the Rhino charge past us towards the nearing Witch.
'Stop!' Peter called after them.
They don't. When Orieus reaches the Witch, readying his swords, but she simply spins her wand and turns Orieus to stone.
