Letting go of every mistake
Throwing off the chains of restraint
All that will remain
A passion for Your Name
Burning as we run this race
We're never gonna stop
We're never gonna stop
We're never gonna stop
We're never gonna stop
W e a r e r u n n i n g
Chasing after all that You are
running'
Cause all that You are
are all that we want now
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It was burning.
Everything was burning.
Her lungs were screaming for air she didn't have time to take in. Her muscles were on fire.
There was a burning passion in her veins. In her blood. Something she had never felt before. She had no 'time' to think about the lion running by her side, or the children clinging to them with all their might. There was no room to think about the young boys fighting for their lives, not knowing if they were alive or not.
She thought of nothing but taking one breath after the other. She had a tunnel vision and senses working she didn't even know she had. Everything was on autopilot. She was nothing more than a wild animal. A predator.
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He was but a boy. He knew that. But he also knew he would never be 'just a boy' anymore. There wasn't time.
He'd known that the moment that letter came to their house. The moment his mother lost that withering hope in her eyes. There was no more time to be a 'boy', he knew that. As the eldest, he had responsibilities that were expected of him. It had all come too quickly. He wasn't ready, for any of it.
But Peter knew there was no more time. No more time to prepare. No more time to learn. He wasn't ready. But he would not back down.
Arcatrus landed beside him.
"They've come, your highness, in numbers and weapons far greater than our own. "
He was nervous, Peter could tell, but there was also that anxious fire burning underneath those feathers. Anxiousness they all felt. Some say the wait is worse than the battle. Gnawing uncertainty, restlessness, fear. Peter drew a deep breath.
He wasn't ready.
Oreius: "Numbers do not win battles.
Peter turned to look at the general. He might not be ready, but he knew who was. And right now he had never been more thankful to have anyone by his side.
He wasn't alone. He never was. His siblings never expected him to do everything by himself.
And the army of Narnians didn't either. They would fight with him.
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