Last chapter! First complete story on FanFiction!

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There was nothing better than the feeling before a battle. That adrenaline rush, the shouts of the army behind you, knowing, that in just under a few minutes, you will be for fighting for your life. Exhilarated. That was how I normally felt, because I usually am safe in the knowledge that my Kings could make it through with only minor injuries, as long as they stuck to the plan. How can I expect them to keep to the plan, though, if they're trying desperately to get their little sister back to safety? The moment that Queen Lucy had ridden up on a black stallion that she had found Aslan knows where, her brothers had started hyperventilating. In between asking questions, randomly swearing to themselves, and yelling at me, they were trying to find a faun or a Horse, or anything really, to take their sister back to the camp. Then there was a roar. I knew that roar. I had heard it many times. That roar promised death to come. That roar was bloodthirsty. That was the roar of an army. I yelled,

"King Peter, King Edmund, I know that you are furious at me, but you must listen to me!"

The Kings turned to look at me, with hate still in their eye.

"Why should we listen to you Orieus?" King Edmund asked.

"Because I'm right."

Lucy, who had been ready to cry, suddenly cracked a smile. I quickly grinned back at her, and then said,

"That army will be on us in a matter of minutes. There is no possible time for your sister to get back to camp. If you did somehow get her on the way to being sent back, she would simply be caught up in the middle of the army, who will have no idea that they must protect their Queen. Wouldn't you much rather have her on the front lines, with the three best warriors in Narnia protecting her? And, thanks to your sister wisely asking to learn how to fight, she can know hold her own, and I know it. I think you know it to."

When I said my last words, I was looking directly at High King Peter. With shock, I realized that his face showed defeat. I had never seen that expression on his face before. Peter took a deep breath, and said,

"Lucy Pevensie, I swear on Aslan's Mane that if you do not stay by me, Orieus, or Edmund, at all times, then you will be in even greater trouble when we get back to the Cair. And I suggest that you have a larger weapon than your dagger."

Lucy had a real smile on her face when she declared,

"Oh don't worry about that. I already do."

Then she pulled her new sword out of the scabbard that was tied to her waist. Peter's face when she pulled out her sword was worth any punishment that I was going to receive when we got back to the palace.

"Where the HELL did you get that?"

Lucy grinned.

"Orieus."

An army coming towards you is one of the most exhilarating things in the world. You are simultaneously praying, screaming inside, and nervous. Can I tell you, it is one of the best feelings in the entire world. To my left stood King Edmund, and to his left stood the High King. Before we went into any battle, I always thought that the High King looked truly magnificent. Fitted in the best armor that Narnia could offer, and riding atop the great white unicorn, Flisk, he was an extremely intimidating sight. I pitied the enemy that fell prey to the High King when he was caught up in battle. The High King was always so lost in the battle, that sometimes he became animalistic. Sometimes, during battle, he would laugh. A crazy laugh that scared the enemy almost as much as it scared the King. I think that was one of the reasons why he hadn't wanted his little sister to go into battle. He didn't want her seeing him lose himself. Next to him, sitting astride his trusted friend Phillip, was King Edmund. Much quieter during battles, but just as fierce, the Youngest King did not enjoy the heat of battle. Many times after battles, I have witnessed him pray for hours on end, even if he had a serious injury. He had told me once, when I asked why he prayed so much after battles, that he felt unclean after taking so many lives. He also told me that he didn't like the fact that most of the people that he killed were probably married, had little kid that would never again see their fathers. King Edmund had told me that when he was little, his father had gone off to war, and every night he would pray that his father hadn't been killed that day. He hated knowing that hundreds of little boy's prayers would not be answered. To my right stood Queen Lucy, and she was a mysterious shade of green. She turned to look at me, and whispered, only for my ears to hear,

"I don't think that I can do this Orieus."

I whispered back,

"Don't doubt yourself Queen Lucy. I know that you can, your brothers know that you can, Aslan knows that you can, or else he would have stopped you from coming. So why do you think that you cannot."

She bit her lip so hard that she drew a small trickle of blood,

"I'm terrified Orieus. I don't think that I can kill someone. I mean, they're people. I know that you three view them as the enemy, but I do know that every person you kill is with you for the rest of your life. Edmund has nightmares, so does Peter. I don't want these memories."

I opened my mouth to calm her fears when I heard a horn being blown. I heard Queen Lucy take a deep breath to steady herself, as she joined in with her brother's war cry.

"For Narnia! And for Aslan!"

I could practically feel the adrenaline coming off of Lucy. Halfway to the enemy, she drew her dagger and sword. When I looked at her, I could clearly see why Aslan had christened her the Valiant. I knew that there was no way Queen Susan would ride into battle of her own free will. Aslan must have known that this moment would come, where Lucy would ride into battle. He must have known that she would be scared, but do it anyway. He knew that she would draw the courage from inside of her, trust in Him, and be brave enough to ride into battle. The littlest queen was truly Valiant.

The sensation of hitting the enemy is like nothing else. That shaking feeling of the ground beneath you is amazing, and you don't want to be anywhere but right there. There is a split second of absolute silence, and then there is the clashing of swords, the screams of the wounded, and the battle cries of the warriors. Queen Lucy gave a fierce cry as she chopped off the head of a Calormene soldier. As the headless corpse fell to the ground, she looked like she was about to lose her breakfast, but she rode on, deeper into the battle. I killed five soldiers before they could realize what was happening, and then looked over to see where my Kings were. High King Peter was easily identifiable on the white unicorn, killing Calormenes left and right. King Edmund was a bit harder to spot amongst all the dark-haired Calormenes. After a minute of searching, though, I spotted him fighting with his two swords. Then I turned my head to the left, and saw a horrible sight. Lucy up against a Calormene soldier twice her size. She was off of her horse, and so was he, which only made me appreciate his height more. He was fighting with two daggers, so at least Lucy had the upper hand on something in this fight. Her body moved flawlessly as she fought, almost as if she was dancing. But that dance was cut short when the man's jagged dagger went straight through Lucy's leg. I could see the tip poking out of the back of her leg. She screamed in agony, and, like a magnet, the Kings heads were drawn towards the sound. Peter's eyes widened in horror, and he immediately started trying to reach his sister. A Calormene used his moment's distraction to give him a long cut in his back. I yelled at him,

"I will get your sister! Keep fighting!"

Peter nodded, worry in his eyes, and went back to the fight. I galloped to the young Queen, whose yelling had subsided into a pained whimper. I knelt down, lifted her tiny form onto my back, and ran towards the camp. I killed ever Calormene that I saw on the way. After telling King Peter that I would take care of his sister, I didn't want her to be killed under my watch.

The entire ride to camp, I could hear Queen Lucy whimpering. I knew how it felt to take a dagger, and it was not a pleasant experience. Oh, and dear Aslan, we had to get it out of her leg. That would not be fun for anybody. Once we saw the red and gold tents, I heaved a sigh of relief. Throughout the ride, Lucy had been passing in and out of consciousness. I was starting to seriously worry about the young girl. Her leg was still bleeding, and the dagger didn't exactly look clean. If those kinds of germs got in to Lucy's bloodstream, then she would be in for at least three days of fever. I galloped to the Healer's tent, and, ignoring the healers' questions, set Lucy down on one of the neatly made white cots.

"Please." I murmured. "Take care of her."

Three hours later, after immense amounts of screaming, a drop of the cordial, and two hours of fever, Lucy was on the mend. King Peter and Edmund had showed up after the battle had ended, bringing the good news that the Narnians had won the battle with very few casualties. Queen Susan had shown up an hour earlier, and had immediately started berating me about putting her sister in danger. Luckily, she had now moved on to Peter and Edmund.

"How could you let her go into battle? You know how many nightmares she is going to have after this? Do you even know how many nightmares I will have after this? I woke up one morning, and Lucy was gone! No one at the Cair had seen her, and I was afraid that she had been killed! You know what that put me through?"

The Kings were smart enough to just take whatever Susan threw at them, and not respond at all. Finally, after another half hour of Queen Susan yelling, she calmed down, and sat back down in her chair. After watching Lucy's chest rise and fall for a few minutes, I said to Peter,

"You know, High King, your sister did marvelously. She chopped off a Calormene's head, and still kept on riding. I remember the first time you did that, you threw up."

Peter's lips twitched, and then curled upwards, and suddenly, Peter started laughing. It was nice to hear that, after nearly a month of seriousness. Peter laughed for nearly an entire minute before sobering, and turning towards me.

"You know Orieus, even though I completely disapprove of you going behind my back, you really did a marvelous job teaching her. Her skill with daggers was simply amazing."

Edmund nodded,

"You know Orieus, with our blessing; we really think that Lucy should learn how to fight. For her own good," He added upon seeing my shocked face.

"I mean, we obviously can't keep her from battles, so her learning how to fight is the second best option."

Peter smiled, "Yes. I, for once, agree with my brother."

When I looked at Susan for her opinion, she merely sniffed.

"Boys."

Fin

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