The Fifth Pevensie

Chapter 12

Soon I found my self sitting on the back of Destiny in the Fords of Beruna, fully dressed in silver armour, my sword at my side and my bow on my back. I had Oreius next to me and then Peter after him, Peter was dressed in a silver armour with red and gold accents where as mine had blue and dark silver accents. Peter sat bare back on a pure white unicorn and the soldiers of Aslan behind us, ready for the battle. My long hair was tied back in a braid down my back to keep it out of my way, and I had a silver helmet on my head. I had always expected armour to be heavy but this was surprisingly light.

As we stood waiting a griffon made his way overhead, doing a lap and then landing next to us.

"They come your highnesses, with numbers and weapons far greater than our own." The griffon says breathlessly.

"Numbers do not win a battle." Oreius says confidently.

"No, but I bet they help." Peter says as the white witches army begins to come into view.

The Minotaur general stands first can then summons the remaining warriors, the griffon was right. They outnumber us 10 to 1, the white witch sits at the head pulled by two polar bears and dressed in fur, Aslan's fur. Anger burns inside me as Peter and I hold out our swords, the Narnians cheers as we look out on the battle field, the white witches warriors begin to run forward as our first line of defence begins. Many more griffons fly over head holding large boulders, Peter and I used some ideas that we got from bombs during the war. It's working, although not as well as we had hoped, with some griffons falling by arrows.

"Are you with me?" Peter asks looking at Oreius and I.

"To the death." Oreius says while I nod.

Then with a final flick of his sword, Peter cries out.

"For Narnia! And for ASLAN!"

And with that the three of us begin to charge into battle, with our soldiers behind us. As we began to charge forward millions of thoughts ran through my mind, but the most prominent was what Aslan told me. Cheetahs began to run forward as the centaurs lowered their spears, then with my sword held high I lowered my helmet and went into battle.

Every chance I got I swung my sword at my enemies, feeling the courage that Aslan gave me roaring inside me. Destiny drove me forward ensuring that I was protected while she ran, each movement we made was precise. It felt like I had been born to do this, to protect Narnia with my bare hands. Peter and I often spoke about how much we wished we could help the war effort, but we were too young. But now I was helping a different kind of war, keeping an eye on Peter I followed him through the battle field. Looking forward however I noticed the second round of warriors from the white witches side, then our Phoenix created a wall of fire between us. Giving us about two seconds of respite. Jumping down from Destiny's back I began to fire my arrows at the oncoming forces, trying to buy us some more time, but once my arrows ran out I focused on my sword. My body was already beginning to feel the exhaustion from fighting so viciously, I was starting to get weaker in my swings. Destiny ran over to me and ushered me up onto her back, I gratefully climbed onto her back and looked at Peter who nodded.

"Fall back! Draw them to the rocks!" Peter called.

Following his lead I turned Destiny around and drove her towards the rocks, Edmund had the archers ready taking out numbers of warriors before they reached us. But then an arrow hit Peter's unicorn, turning destiny around I charged wards him, my only thought was to keep him safe. But then I saw Oreius and a rhino charging towards the white witch, but not before taking down the white witches general. My heart pounded as I dismounted and helped to keep warriors away from Peter, but then I saw Oreius turn to stone. With an angry cry I began to swing my sword, I noticed an ogre making his way towards a couple of injured fawns so pumped my legs hard until I was in front of them and began to swing at the ogre. Roaring loudly the ogre send a large arm into my stomach sending my crashing back into a boulder, coughing I pulled out my bow and took an arrow from the fawn's quiver. Then focusing hard I aimed and fired, killing the ogre instantly.