The Return of High Queen Freya~~Book Two

Three

"Your Majesty," Caspian called to me. "I appreciate that you believe that I am ready to lead an army but, these people, the Narnians, they trust you more than they do me. If having you lead them is what they truly desire then I will gladly follow their lead."

"Are you positive that this is what you want?" I questioned as I released Peter from my magic.

"It is." He answered with a small smile.

"You'll make an excellent King. It takes a very strong and noble King to put his people's needs and wants before his own." I smiled. Sending my elder brother another glare I moved past my siblings to stand with the centaurs.

"Queen Freya, I am Glenstorm, descendant of Oraius."

"Glenstorm. A strong name, it suits you. It will be an honor to fight alongside you." I smiled.

As we continued onward I felt a strong magic pulling me, the closer we got to our destination. Entering a field that stretched for miles I couldn't help this feeling of dread come over me. Soon my siblings and I were in the same formation as used to be when we sat upon our thrones. Centaurs lined the entrance to the underground cave, their swords drawn and held high above us as we made our way inside. Smiling at a young male centaur, I noticed that his sword was drooping a bit so made my way over to him.

"The trick is not to choose a sword too big for your hands. " I whispered as I used my magic to shrink his sword to the perfect size. Kissing his head, I returned to my place a head of my siblings and we continued inside.

Coming into a room we saw Narnians building weapons and setting up defense mechanisms.

"It may not be what you are used to, but it is defensible." Caspian spoke.

"Freya." Susan called catching our attention. "You may want to see this."

Following her down one of the many paths, I saw carving and drawings, of us, of how we came here.

"It's us." Susan stated.

"What is this place?" I asked Caspian, as I caught him staring at me, causing us to both blush.

"You mean, you do not know?" He whispered. "Follow me." grabbing the torch from the wall Caspian lead us deeper down, and the deeper we went the worse the feeling of dread got.

Caspian used his torch to light up the room and one by one carvings of different Narnians was revealed. Till the whole room was glowing with light. In the very center of the room sat the one thing I had never wished to see again...the Stone Table, and behind it was a very detailed carving of Aslan and I standing together proudly. I could hear the others talking but I couldn't make out their words as my blood pounded in my ears as flashes of the night I was killed played back over and over in my vision. I can't be here! Gasping in pain as if I could still feel her blade in my chest, I fell to my knees. I can't breath!

And then everything went black...

Edmund's P.O.V

Hearing my twin gasp I spun around to make sure she was okay. But she wasn't, tears were streaming down her face, as she clutched at her, falling to her knees. Rushing her side I couldn't help but feel guilty for her pain.

"Freya, breath okay? Just breath..." But it was too late, Freya passed out.

"What happened? Is she okay?" Caspian asked in worry.

"She just had an anxiety attack." Peter whispered looking at her sadly. "She used to have them all the time after..." The unspoken words hung in the air for what felt like hours.

"Seeing the Stone Table, the place where she and Aslan died...it must have been too much at once." Susan added as I picked up twin and carried her out of there.

Freya:

I'm fighting, and fighting. I can't stop, no matter how hard I try, I can't stop fighting. But I'm so tired. I lift my sword and went to kill the Telmarine that was coming at me when all of a sudden a sharp pain ripped through me, traveling up and down my spine.

Looking down I realized that it was a sword, the sword of Caspian's uncle, Miraz. Turning to look at him I saw his stupid smirk.

"The tales of your strength and power have obviously been exaggerated, say hi to your friends for me, 'Queen Freya'!" He laughed yanking his sword out of my back.

Suddenly I'm no longer in pain nor am I in the courtyard of the Telmarine castle, but in Cair Paravel, the way it was all those centuries ago.

"It's been a long time Freya."

"Aslan!" I gasped. "But how I wa-"

"It was a vision. Your powers are growing, and I fear that what you saw may come to pass if you do not heed my warning."

"What do you mean?"

"Peter will be trying to launch an attack on the Telmarine castle. You must not let him, if you do, many lives will be lost as well as yours. Do you understand?"

"Yes but Aslan, Peter, he's different now, he won't listen to me."

"You must make him."

Gasping, I sat up and realized that I was alone on a cot in one of the smaller travens of the Howl. Standing up, I smoothed my dress before finding my way back to the Stone Table.

"Look I appreciate all that you have done here but, this isn't a fortress, it's a tomb." Peter's voice rang out.

"And while that may be true, dear brother, attacking a castle head on is suicide. And you know it." I announced as I stepped into the light causing everyone to gasp. "What we need to do is send in Reepicheep and his men. Send them into the forest to lay traps, as many as it takes. It will give us more time to prepare."

"Look, Freya-"

"Don't you 'look Freya' me Peter. Or are you forgetting which of one of us was the greatest battle strategist that Narnia has ever known? I have magic, magic that grows every single day. I can use that magic to make a landmine, a landmine that Reepicheep and his people can lay, without detection from the Telmarines. We can stretch it from the field's edge to a hundred yards out in all directions. We can the squirrels to booby traps in the trees, all the while digging deeper, making more elaborate tunnels, tunnels that only we know. That will lead out to the other side and when the majority is inside we blow up every entrance, trapping them inside. The one that remain we will fight."

"Peter her plan is smart, and it's the best plan we've got." Susan said coming to stand beside me.

"I follow you my liege." Reepicheep said standing next to Peter. Turning to look at Glenstorm, Peter spoke.

"If I can get your troops in, can you handle the guards?" Glenstorm looked at me, and I knew then that I had already lost this fight.

"Or die trying my liege."

"That's what I'm worried about." Lucy spoke.

"Sorry?" Peter asked confused.

"You're acting as if there's only two opitions. Dying here or dying there." She stated.

"I'm not sure that you've actually been listening Lu."

"No, you're not listening. Or have you forgotten really defeated the White Witch?" She snapped making suck in a breath. She did not just go there? Looking around I noticed that everyone, including a very angry Peter, was staring at me. Then Peter said, the one thing, the only thing that could hurt me.

"You mean the one person who has panic attacks at the sight of a simple stone?" He sneered. I marched up to him smacked him across the face, the sound echoing through the room.

"You, ungrateful, swine!" I snapped. "I died on this table, next to Aslan, in order to save our brother! In order to ensure the future of Narnia! You know what, you can do what you want, but if I die, this time, that's on you!" I swirled around and stormed from the room back toward the entrance of the Howl. Letting out a frustrated yell I allowed my magic to explode.

Colors swirled around my in the most beautiful way as I let my magic free for the first time in years.
If I was going to die then I might as make sure it's worth it...