{2} The Reborn Protector {Prince Caspian}

Duelling

{Silver's POV}

I was dragged to the front of the Telmarine army, still clapped in irons and I saw that the Narnian army, was shouting and yelling for Peter and Ed as they walked out of the How.

I nodded at them, and Peter nodded, as he pulled out his sword, which Ed held the sheath to in his hands.

"I hope that you won't be too disappointed, when I survive this duel of yours boy king."

Miraz said, and I watched in silence as they circled each other. "There is a still time to surrender." Miraz said.

"Well feel free."

Peter said, and circled with him.

"How many more must die for the throne?" Miraz dared to ask, and I saw Peter's face harden with hard and furious determination.

"Just one." He said, pulling down his face guard, and I watched, as he leapt off of one of the ruins, and attacked.

I watched the furious combat, aware that Susan and Lucy were going onto the forest to find Aslan.

I yelled with laughter as Peter struck two consecutive, possibly through the armor, blows on Miraz, and I got hit, for my laughter.

Then, I gasped when Peter got his helm knocked clean off, and I looked at him, as he ducked a sword slash, and cut Miraz's leg hard.

I saw Miraz looking to his General, but the man just shrugged, not seeing it as a just bad enough situation yet.

I saw that Peter's arm was dislocated while he was down and I heard a loud crunch.

"Does his Highness need a respite?"

Miraz mocked Peter.

"Five minutes?"

Peter asked, sounding like he was in just terrible pain, and I could almost feel it from here. "Three."

Miraz said, and Peter walked over to Edmund, as Susan and Caspian ran to them, and ran over.

"Lucy?" Peter asked, looking at them both. "She got through. With a little or a fair bit of help." Susan said.

"Thanks. I mean it." Peter said, and Caspian shrugged. "Well, you were a little busy." He said.

I saw that Loyalty was lying an inch away on a sword of one of the twelve guards posted on me, and I felt a gaze on me. I looked up to see Edmund.

"Long. Live. Aslan." I whispered, and he looked at me. "Long. Live. The. One Protector." He said quietly.

"You better get up there, just in case. I don't expect the Telmarines will keep, their word."

Peter said, and I watched them all, wishing I was over there with them, and doing what I did best.

Comforting Susan. Defending Edmund's decisions. Fighting alongside Peter. Dealing with Caspian's decisions.

I sighed, as I thought about these rather useless thoughts, while Loyalty was right there, lying on a saddle.

"Keep smiling." I heard Edmund say, and Peter lifted his sword and smiled at the crowd, despite his obvious pain.

"How does he look to you?" Miraz asked his people. "Young." Sosepien said, and Miraz watched Peter.

"But His Majesty is doing extremely well... for his age." The General said, and Miraz yelped as he tightened it, tying the bandage securely.

"I think it's dislocated." Peter said, and I sighed remembering when I had ask of him, to push my dislocated arm in.

I smiled slightly at the memory.

"What do you think happens back home if you die here? You know, you have always been there, and I never really..."

He started to say, but Edmund cut him, off by shoving his shoulder now quickly back into place.

"Just... Save it for later." Edmund said, and clapped him gentler then normal, on the good shoulder.

I turned to watch the fight, and I watched as both of them lost their swords and shields, and they were fighting like mere farmer boys.

I was watching in horror for Peter, until he managed to hit Miraz's leg, where the wound was, and Peter held, up a sword, his sword now.

"Now's not the time for chivalry Peter!" Edmund shouted, and I heard the Narnian crowd shouting at him, for no mercy for the Usurper.

Peter made the mistake of turning his back on Miraz. "Look out!" Edmund's voice echoed through my head.

Then I saw that Peter was now dodging blows from Miraz's sword, without his own sword.

Peter moved, and stabbed him in the right shoulder in the part between the overlapping scales of armor.

"What's the matter, Boy? Too cowardly to take a life?" Miraz asked, spitting at him.

"It's not mine to take."

He said coldly, and turned to Prince Caspian, who took the sword from his now outstretched hands.

He struck the stone with it, and Miraz shivered. "Keep your life. But I am not going to let you take the Narnians out, of the equation again. Give them their Protector. Now."

Caspian said, and the guards let me go, and I retrieved my weapons, and I raced across the grassy plains, as a wolf again.

I ran towards the Narnians, who cheered, roared, and screamed even louder, when they saw that it was indeed me returning to them.

I stood up in human, and walked straight into Edmund and Peter, who both hugged me as if their lives...

Were now depending on it. "I'm sorry." Peter said, and I shook my head. "Shut up."

I said, hugging him again, before going to Edmund, and crushing him in an even bigger one.

Then suddenly, I heard a thud, and I turned to see Miraz fall dead, one of Susan's arrows in his back.

"Be ready!" Peter shouted, and the archers atop of the front of Aslan's How were ready, as the rest of the Telmarines began to move.

"You'll fight beside me?" Peter asked, and I let out a low growl, and dropped onto four paws.

"I'm not answering that question again." I said, and he chuckled at me as we waited. "Peter!"

Caspian shouted, but I was already on it. Long ready for the attack to come, I leaped through the air.

Then I bit the Telmarine's head clean off, and I spat it out quickly. "Yuck." I said, shaking my head.

Peter and Edmund looked at me, eyes wide on the both of them and Caspian raced off, to the How, to put the rest of our plan into action.