Whisked Away

76. The End

Shifra's POV
I had out my two swords and stood at the front next to my husband. Rishta jumped quickly back out of reach of our swords. He would have willingly taken on just Tirian and I, but he could not handle the birds and unicorn as well, for birds of prey can fly into your face and peck out the eyes.

Unicorns were a whole other matter and impossible to beat with a sword. Running back into the crowd he called for his soldiers and 'loyal' Narnians. Quickly Tirian flung the ape into the stable and when he had been flung in the ground shook and a terrible noise rose up. Rishta held a look of fear and surprise at the result.

Several dogs ran up to us and joined us, but i was quickly scanning the crowd. For this first time since my very early years, I felt fear. The knowledge that I could die was beginning to alarm me. I was far from scared to die, but it frightened me to think of not being there to protect the others.

Rishta commanded for his line to move forward and I quickly warned the others. "They're coming! Jill over there and shoot into the group, but stop when we rush in! Azar and Faresight, fly into their faces and do what you can."

Jill listened while shooting as Tirian added, "Make for that rock when one of us calls to retreat." We lined up in front of the stable and watched as a few Calormens fell from the arrows or the birds. "Charge!" I screamed. We all rushed in and I let out a terrible battle cry that shook my own blood even though I was the one who gave it, my swords positioned to fight. The first Calormen I met instantly said goodbye to his head and was stabbed in the gut.

I turned next to another Calormen nearby. This one two fell. We all fought and I tossed us of about ten before Tirian cried, "Draw back!" We all ran to the rock away from most of the enemy. After we hid behind the rock, a drum began to beat. It was a Calormen drum. I shared a terrified look with Tirian, for that drum was calling for reinforcements.

Talking horses began to gallope towards us, but then horse after horse fell to the dwarves' arrows and our spirits lowered once again. Another drum, father off, began to beat. Another troop had answered his signal. Any hope I'd had left me at the sound. "We need to attack now before they are reinforced," I said. Tirian agreed, and we soon had planned another attack.

Before we went, I turned to my husband. "My love," I whispered.

"Yes?" he asked confused.

My breaths shaky, I whispered, "I love you." I gave him a gentle kiss and looked sadly at him before turning back to the enemy. Pushing any fear out of my heart, I charged on the enemy.

"Shifra!" Tirian shouted in distress. The others seemed to have noticed what I was doing, for soon their voices called out with my husbands.

Flying above the Calormen's heads, I shouted, "Rishta!" He turned to look at me and I quickly threw one of my knives at him. He moved just in time, so it only hit his shoulder, but I felt an arrow bridle through the feathers of my wings, but made no more contact. I let out an angry cry and continued to fight, throwing knives at everyone.

Tow voices behind me shouted out, "For Aslan!" I recognized them as Levi and Levian.

Landing next to my godsons, I smiled at them and said, "For Zori, for Rosaline, for your children." Both nodded and we ran back into battle. I was scarcely aware of all that was happening, but in the corner of my eye i saw reinforcements come. Then a loud cry came from somewhere behind me.

"LEVIAN!" Levi's voice shouted in despair. I turned to see a Calormen pull his sword out of Levian's chest. Levi let out a loud cry and ran to the man and took his life. I turned back to my own battle and spin around, hitting several with my wings, but there were far too many. I felt a knife go into my back and another in my shoulder, but I did not stop.

I saw Levi's body tumble to the ground next to me with an arrow squarely between his eyes and renewed strength of anger and grief filled my every bone.

Pain surrounded me, but I would not stop. Arrows flew into my side, but the pain I felt from losing my godsons far outweighed any blade. Then a sword was thrust into my chest. I drew in a sharp gasp and as the blade was pulled out and everything faded to black, I heard a loud cry of my name.