Hot. That day was just too hot. Or maybe it was the iron armor which was embracing him tightly, every inch of his body covered by it. It made it hard to breath but the Telmarine armour made him look fearsome. Or so he wanted it to. He didn't care that his helmet's visard was asphyxiating him. As long as it only showed his glaring, dark eyes to his enemy, he was satisfied.

The Telmarine ruler chuckled darkly. Those Narnian vermin –along with his despicable nephew- should feel fright paralysing their feet once they layed eyes on his army and on himself. And they should all die. They would die. In just a couple of hours the entire land of Narnia would belong entirely to him. He locked his eyes on the edifice that seemed too small from where he was standing, the Narnians'shelter, imagining it in debris and ruins.

What a lovely sight should this be.

"I want you to look closely, dearest brother."The hate rolled effortlessly from his tongue as his gaze took in the land spreading before his feet. "I want you to stand on hell's highest edge to see my victory and the destruction of this land along with your beloved son. Oh, yes, he's going to die too. But first, I think it's time for him to know exactly how you died, don't you think?"

He never sensed his General's presence just a couple of feet behind him, who had accidentally heard his little monologue, a monologue that had his already existing doubts flare up inside him.

"Gee, Su, thanks so much! I knew that wearing breeches would feel much more comfortable but I had never really tried them on."Lucy admitted truthfully and with her usual dose of excitement as she examined her new clothing. Susan and the rest had just arrived from Susan's "meditation spot"and the Queen had decided to check up on her sister before they all gathered and went over their strategy one last time.

"What are you thanking me for? They're not mine, they're Edmund's."the older sister smiled adoringly at Lucy as she leaned against the wall with her arms folded. "I do wonder though how they fit you."

Lucy snickered. "It's true, they're a bit large for me but since the belt keeps it in place I'm quite comfy. Plus, it's so much easier to run around in these!"

The elder Pevensie nodded in agreement, a mischievous twinkle in her bright eyes. "That's good then! But I think you should stop admiring yourself and get ready for battle."

"I am ready!"she protested and with a swift move she readjusted gaudily her dagger and cordial on her belt. "See?"

Susan giggled before sadness nested on her features. "Let's go, Lu. They're waiting for us. Let's get this over with."

The lighthaired girl recognised the look on her sister's face and biting lightly her lips nodded. But she knew she shouldn't feel too worried since her sister was a Queen of Narnia and she had made it through so many hardships already. She would not lose herself in this –hopefully- last trial.

With a small smile, she gripped tightly Susan's hand and led her confidently to the meeting room.

A map with a few chess pieces here and there was sprayed out on a stony table in the middle of the meeting room. The girls found their brothers along with Caspian, Canlar and a couple of Narnians towering over the table with extremely pensive looks on their faces. They exchanged funny looks before Susan coughed lightly. It wasn't a terribly loud cough but it was enough to extract exclamations of surprise from them. The sisters giggled.

"If only there was a mirror for you to see the looks on your faces!"Lucy brought a few fingers over her lips as though to conceal her laughing face. However, a scornful glare from the eldest Pevensie silenced both her and her sister.

"This is not the time for silly games, Lucy. Act your age."

Susan stared agape at the blonde King. The all too familiar reprimanding look in her blue eyes gave the notion to Peter that she had regained her memories but he instantly realised he was only delusioning himself. Such a look always had him dart his gaze away in shame. She spoke no words, just stared fiercely right at him, understanding that this was more than enough.

Peter bit his lips. "I apologise, Lu. The stress is making me a little despicable, I guess."he admitted regretfully.

"It always is."she shrugged and offered him a smile of forgiveness. "But worry not, I have a feeling that this'll be the last battle we'll ever have to fight."

"Let's all hope Her Majesty's right."Trumpkin groaned tiredly. "So, you were saying, Princey?"

The moment Caspian's lips parted to speak, a flustered faun ran into the room, catching them all of guard. "Your M-Majesties, you...you need to come and see this! The Telmarines... they've surrounded us!"

A few moments later, they were all on the highest parts of the How staring wordlessly at the massive army with their war machines spreading before their feet not too far away. Despite their well-planned strategy, they all felt a bit their heart quicken its rhythm at the sight.

Susan was the first to snap out of her thoughts. Examining the faces of her companions, she knew they were thinking what she had been thinking seconds before. "What are you all staring at them like that for? Are you having any doubts? Regrets maybe? We are going to win this battle and you know it."They all looked at her and nodded, feelings of shame, hope and determination mingling in their faces.

"Let's go and kick this tyrant out of Narnia!"Edmund yelled dramatically, extracting exclaims of agreement from most of them.

"Before that, Ed, look at this."Peter pointed a finger to an armourclad figure approaching the How by foot. "A messenger?"

"Miraz himself maybe?"

"Of course not."Caspian chuckled bitterly. "A Telmarine King would never walk to the enemy, and alone on top of that. He looks like one of his Lords or Generals."

"Let's go see what they want then."the Archenlandian suggested and, nodding affirmatively, they all headed below to meet with the Telmarine.

The three male royals approached the Telmarine cautiously, the High King in the middle and always just a step ahead of them, their eyes narrowed almost menacingly. Edmund was pleasingly surprised to sense even the tiniest bit of fear in the man's eyes as they haughtily closed the distance between them. He would have gladly made a joke out of him but decided that the occasion didn't call for it. Besides, he wouldn't want to get scolded by his brother just like Lucy had, just a little while ago.

He wanted to look in Caspian's eyes, to see the emotions in his dark orbs. He felt extremely concerned for him. He was one of the closest friends he had ever had, a second brother even. That would be the second time he had to watch someone he cared for go through the same trial he once had overcome, even though the Telmarine Prince would never even think of such a possibility.

All of this made Edmund much more anxious than he let on the surface. He was more than puzzled and confused and wanted it to end soon, to find the answer. When would he finally get to spend the rest of his life peacefully with his family? Such were the questions burdening him but would not share even with Aslan Himself. Not out loud, at least.

With a quiet heave and a soundless gulp, he cleared his head as the three came to halt just a foot away from the Telmarine. The man stared voicelessly at them, his brown eyes flickering ceaselessly at the sight before. Now the Just King was certain he was not the only one feeling that wave of satisfaction washing over him. And his brother's words confirmed just that.

"Remove your helmet, Telmarine. Come on, don't be shy."He could just listen to the smug smirk that was about to crack Peter's authoritative facade. And that made him fight back a chuckle himself.

"Why, yes, do so. Don't be ashamed of your old age."At that both older royals chuckled humourlessly while the Telmarine acted as he was requested to and showed his identity.

"Lord Sopespian."Caspian recognised almost intrigued.

"Prince Caspian."The old man almost hissed odiously.

The High King immediately tensed up. "Watch your tongue, my Lord. Or I might have to cut it out. This man is royal by birth and your true King. It is him you should vow your loyalty to instead of that tyrant."

Caspian was eyeing him surprised while he was speaking, not understanding how he had managed to win the favour of this man in just two days time, especially when they did not even get to properly talk. Besides, didn't Edmund warn him of his brother's hard-to-get trust or friendship? Not that he was complaining.

"How dare you speak ill of King Miraz? You are just a child playing King, you're no match for His Majesty!"The Telmarine Lord mocked. "King Miraz is the rightful King of Telmar and this land you like to call Narnia. This boy"he pointed an accusing finger at Caspian's direction "is a traitor and should have no rightful claim to the throne."

Peter imagined how lovely it'd feel to use violence on that man and the King he was defending. However, he clenched both fists and bit his tongue. Losing his cool now would only give all the more reason to that Telmarine to call him a child. "I suppose that is what your beloved King has led you to believe. But since you seem just as despicable as him, I shall make no effort to help you see the truth. You obviously do not really want to concern yourself with it."He remembered that man, from that other time. He recalled his thirst for Narnian blood even when Miraz had practically surrendered. No, such men had no place in Narnia. They didn't deserve to.

"Well, do tell us what your King has sent you for. "He was the High King of Narnia and he'd make sure that every filthy Telmarine would see that. It was more than obvious that the one standing before him was already intimidated by this child.

The man produced a parchment from his belt and passed it to him. The three young men grouped up in order to read what was written by Miraz himself. The brothers' eyes widen in disbelief, while Caspian looked challenged if not offended. With not a second of hesitation, he was about to give an answer to the question written all over Lord Sopespian's face.

"Hold it right there, Your Highness!"Edmund preempted. "Do not even think of it!"

"Why not? I've been dreaming of the moment I have Miraz kneeling before the tip of my sword for long enough!"Caspian protested fervently, anticipation and urgency flaring up in his eyes.

"Are you out of your mind? Do you not know what kind of man he is? You think he'll duel you honourably, without cheating or tricking you?"The youngest tried to reason with him, despite the persistent look in Caspian's eyes, that informed him of his already taken decision. The whole time, Peter was standing motionlessly, his eyes lightly shut, long forgotten images of his own duel with Miraz coming back to him. He felt Caspian closing the distance between them before whispering close to him and Edmund. "I have to avenge my father. I have to do this. Don't you understand?"

"You don't have to do this."Peter observed calmly. "You want to. And that is the very reason why you should not. Your anger and hatred will blur your judgment. Before a duel even begins, you're already at a disadvantage. Miraz knows this and will use it in his advantage. Trust me when I tell you, you must not accept this challenge."At those last words, he directed his gaze right into Caspian's eyes, rendering the Prince speechless for a few seconds.

"And how do you know that, Your Majesty? You don't even know Miraz."

"I just do and I beg of you to trust me."It was not a plea rather an advice. It gave birth to doubt in Caspian's heart. "And if you don't do it because I tell you to, then think what would Susan suggest you to do."

Touche, was Edmund's amused thought. "You know, Cas, I hate it when I'm forced to do this, but I have to agree with my brother."Peter rolled his eyes and flashed him a mocking thankful smile. "It's true!"

Caspian bit the inside of his cheek, his brain working incessantly. He had already listed the pros and cons mentally as he threw a quick glance over his shoulder at where Susan was standing behind them. It was a tough dilemma. He knew what was wrong and what right, sane and insane. Although, he understood perfectly well all that, he was only human, overwhelmed by desires and emotions. And at that very moment, his instincts and feelings were what surfaced and moved his lips into saying those two words the Pevensies wished with all their might not to hear.

I accept.

Susan watched the three young men approaching but something about them felt different. For a start, Peter was walking in a much faster pace, a couple of feet ahead of his company, seemingly enraged. Edmund came second with disapproval written all over his face, while Caspian was just a step behind him, feelings of determination and regret mixing in his face.

"I don't like this. Not one bit."Lucy murmured next to her, biting her lips, hands fidgeting restlessly. Susan eyed her, letting out a sigh of worry. "My sentiments exactly, Lu."

"Peter, what happened?"the youngest asked concerned when he had almost reached. He merely threw her a glance of fury before saying "Ask Prince Charming over there."he motioned slightly with his head over his shoulder before he kept on walking away.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment."said Prince requested almost pleadingly. "You must understand me."

"I must not and will not!"he abruptly came to a full stop and turned on his heels to face him.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, it was my choice to be made, not yours."Caspian tensed, eyes narrowed in sturdiness. The blonde clenched his jaw and took a couple of steps forward. Peter regretted that what he had tried so hard to avoid the moment he met with Caspian had just occurred. They were once again about to point their swords at each others' throats. And his siblings could easily foresee it too.

Peter put great effort in swallowing his anger. He was older now, more mature and wise, he knew that arguing with him, would lead them nowhere. He remembered well how obdurate and obstinate as a mule the Prince could be. Plus, he could comprehend the reason he reacted so. He'd probably have done the same, had someone of his family died the way his father had. But since he was able to read the situation logically, he had to knock some sense in him too.

"Will someone please tell us what's this all about?!"an anxious Lucy demanded, her gray-blue eyes traveling restless among the three of them and back again to Susan to check for any signs of understanding from her part.

"Miraz challenged Caspian to a duel. Guess how Princey responded…"Edmund informed and mentally prepared for the girls' intense protests and comments of disagreement. However, Susan remained silent, just her deep displeased look and wrinkled in a frown lips were sufficient enough to get the message through to Caspian, who felt smaller than an insect under her imperative eyes.

The young woman broke eye contact and darted her gaze on the ground. "Well, then, shouldn't he get ready? We do not want Miraz saying he's delaying on purpose, do we?"and with these words she headed back in the How, to stand next to the archers waiting for her on the rooftop.

Everyone stared taken aback after her retreating form. "When was the last time she was this mad?"Lucy asked concerned.

"I have no idea."the eldest Pevensie replied somewhat at a loss. "Can you blame her though?"

"Anyway, she's right. We have to get you ready."Edmund pointed out sternly and gestured for Caspian to follow him. The Telmarine nodded slightly and both walked back in the How.

Susan shut her blazing eyes tightly, her jaw and fists clenched till she thought that if she continued to dig her nails in her palms so hard, her hands would bleed. She heaved deeply before she forced her eyelids open but instantly regretted. For the sight she met with was that of Caspian in full armour, followed by Edmund, making their way towards a small opening area before the How, perfect for a dueling match. Not to mention she saw no sign of either of them at least holding a helmet. She suppressed a groan. To top it all, he was going to fight without a helmet. Was he really so keen on getting hurt?!

She scrutinised him from afar a bit more and yet another realisation dawned on her. No bloody shield either?! You idiots! She pressed her full lips violently, all kinds of impolite characterisations crossing her mind as her eyes followed the man she loved –yes, she wouldn't hide or lie about it to anyone, even herself, anymore- march straight in a trap that could have very ugly results. Not to mention that her younger brother would be close enough to get in trouble himself too.

Men. Moronic, brainless, ignorant men.

"Is Prince Charming really stupider than I had thought?"Trumpkin's voice knocked her out of her thoughts, making her relax her lips. Had he been reading her thoughts?

She shrugged. "So it would seem."

The dwarf snickered, eyeing her closely. "Someone's displeased, huh?"

She rolled her eyes. Well, of course she was. Actually, she was more than displeased. She was scornful. The Gentle Queen of Narnia was scornful. She simply wanted to slap Caspian across the face, in hopes of knocking some sense in his pretty head. And she longed to have one of her arrows pierce through Miraz's armour and then land right in his despicable heart. If that gruesome man decided to trick Caspian, she'd make sure he'd regret it. "Guess we should look out for them."she replied calmly after a moment.

"I know what you must be thinking right now, and let me tell ya, 'tis a bad idea."Susan glanced perplexed at him from the corners of her eyes. "I want that son of a-"he mechanically cleared his throat as he realised he was talking to a Queen, a Queen who was cleverly staring expectantly at him. "Ne'er mind. As I was saying, I want Miraz dead as much as you do, but do nothing rash. All he wants is a reason to attack at his full force. Don't give one to him."

She looked away, comprehension mixed with anger gleaming in her eyes. "No worries. He'll find a way to do that no matter what, that's for sure. But he's doomed whatever he may try."she said and fixed a red-feathered arrow on the string of her bow. She sensed the half-man staring surprised at her and she offered him a cunning smirk. "Just in case."The dwarf snored a laughed and mimicked her. "More like Susan the Tenacious."he observed, extracting for the first time in a long while a chuckle from the young woman.

"Much more graceful!"

The young Prince could feel the eyes of everyone behind him piercing right through his armour as they waited for the duel to begin. No one approved of his decision, but at least, he knew they supported his victory. That's all he needed. Their approval was not needed in a personal matter. Not to mention that everyone would have done the same, were they in his shoes. It was quite foolish, true enough, but that did not lessen its importance to him. The decision had been taken, and all he had to do now was win. Besides, he held secret hopes that his possible victory would mean war would be unnecessary. A fool's hope, indeed.

He lifted his lowered gaze at the sound of iron footsteps approaching and then halting a few yards away from him.

Miraz.

His name was more than enough to light an enraged fire in his heart. He gazed in the man's dark eyes, the only thing his mask showed. He inwardly smirked, his suspicions confirmed in an instant. There was something he had kept secret from the others, something he had suspected the moment he read Miraz's challenge. There would be no other reason for the tyrant to want to duel him, unless he thought he had something up his sleeve. They both knew Caspian was far better with the sword than Miraz had ever been. Therefore, there had to be something more behind this challenging duel. The Prince suspected he'd try to emotionally hurt him. And he was ready for any kind of tricks Miraz would pull. Besides, he also was a Telmarine, who had grown up by his side.

He knew him.

The young man glared competitively at his uncle, his head held high proudly. There was no way Caspian would walk away from that duel without the title of the victor.

"That's a nice look you've got in your eyes, nephew."His eyes were laughing at him through the mask, Caspian realised. He had to wipe that detestable smile off his lips. He returned it with a grin of his own before retorting. "It's good that I don't hide them behind a mask then."

The older man's glare was on fire. With a scornful smile, he removed his helmet and threw it violently at the man following him, none other than Lord Sopespian. "I'm no coward, boy!"

"Not too sure."Caspian narrowed cunningly his dark eyes.

Telmar's King was enraged by now. With horrible, wide eyes, he yelled a war cry at the top of his lungs, charging hungrily at him.

And so it begins.

A hiss of pain escaped the Gentle Queen's lips. She ran her tongue over them, realising they had bled from biting on them too much. That was too stressful for her to watch. The odds were even for both swordsmen; Caspian had his great sword on one hand and a dagger on the other, while Miraz had a sword and a shield. They could both attack or defend themselves sufficiently. Even though it was not that hard to distinguish the victor just yet, she felt her heart trembling every time Caspian was taking a blow. He seemed much more skilled than his uncle did but still.

The clashes of the swords were echoing all the way to where she and the archers were standing, and so were their battle cries. The blades were reflecting the scorching sun –wasn't so much heat having no effect on them?- momentarily blinding her. At some point, Caspian seemed like he had the upper hand, making her heart flutter in hope and her fingers on the bow's string relax. He started attacking him with various blows ceaselessly, till Miraz was striving to merely avoid them. The man suddenly fell on his knees, a hand raised almost in defeat while the other clutching fiercely his left knee. She saw him yelling something but after a moment did his words reach her eyes due to the distance and wind.

"Respite! Respite!"

Caspian stood frozen, his body turned to his right with one sword raised above his right shoulder and the other one in his lowered hand, on the level of his torso. Susan guessed his eyes must have been a dark fire, looking down on him.

"Respite!"

At that moment, Caspian finally revealed his merciful side and walked away.

"What's the stupid Prince doing? There's no time for acting all noble and princely!"the ever grumpy dwarf exclaimed bewildered.

Susan smiled sadly and nodded, mostly to herself. "That's just like him..."She noticed Trumpkin giving her a small glance before sighing in defeat. "Oh, look it's starting again."The vile look in Miraz's eyes didn't go unnoticed by the Marksman Queen's eyes and that had her tense her fingers once more. Again the Telmarine tyrant was the one charging first. And this time he seemed much more ferocious than before.

"How did he get so strong so suddenly, that overage?!"Trumpkin noted, attracting the woman's gaze. "It's as though he drank some magical strength potion!"

"Well, he had a couple of minutes to respite so he must have regained some-"hey eyes grew twice as big as she redirected her eyes on the two swordsmen. "Caspian, watch out!"this time she couldn't hold her tongue like she had been the whole time. She saw the Prince on one knee, blocking with both blades crossed above his head Miraz's attack and she wanted badly to scream at him, but she knew her words couldn't possibly reach him.

Please be careful! Please don't get hurt!

The tyrant was putting all of his strength on that single attack, his teeth gritted so tightly she thought they'd crack from too much pressure, his eyes the ones of a maniac. It was easy to see the insane need of his to destroy Caspian, his own nephew. But Caspian, too, was using all his force to ward him off. His whole body was visibly quivering from the effort. And that's when she noticed something, even though she was so far away from the scene. Miraz's lips were ever so slightly moving. He was talking to Caspian.

"What could he possibly be saying?!"

Caspian's muscles were practically screaming at him. He felt his whole body vibrate and overheat, making him wish he could drop his swords and be freed from the armour. He had never thought his uncle would strike at him with so much hatred. Forcing him to request respite and back away even for a few minutes must have been a terrible wound to his telmarine pride.

"Yield."

It wasn't a suggestion. It was a demand.

"I said yield. Now."

And with every word, Miraz put even more hate on his sword. Caspian merely clenched his jaw and struggled even more to block more effectively his sword.

"You foolish boy. You think you can walk out of this alive?"

Caspian looked up in his eyes. "I will."

Miraz laughed a mechanical laugh which disappeared in a second. "You are so much like your father. An ignorant fool. You look exactly like him right now. However, he had forfeited much faster than you will. He was unarmed you see. Begging for his life, like the coward he was."

Caspian's eyes widened greatly at those words, even though he had mentally prepared himself so hard for this. The fury in his guts flared up, giving him the strength to hold Miraz off just for a moment. That was all he needed to direct with his kneeling leg a mighty kick on Miraz's injured knee. Of course he lost his balance but in no time he was back on his feet, dropping the shorter blade so to point his sword at Miraz, bend-over in pain.

"Do you wish to respite again, my Lord?"he hissed venomously. "Or should I just kill you now and get this over with?"Miraz did not dare lift his head as he requested pitifully for mercy. Rage completely took Caspian over and he was screaming at the top of his lungs "You want me to have mercy on you when you murdered my father, your own brother, and you were now about to kill me as well?! Do you take me for a fool?! Did you think I wouldn't have already found out about how you killed him?! I knew everything about it. I was expecting you to do what you just did. You thought telling me about my father would disorient me and you'd be able to defeat me but unfortunately your plan will not work."

"I never would have-"

"Liar!"Caspian was barely able to prevent himself from decapitating the man on his knees. He did not want to murder him like he had his father. It'd make him no different than Miraz. "You have two options; Either die right here, right now or call off this war, give Narnians back their kingdom and disappear from this land."

He waited a little while for him to gather himself up and look up at him. His dark orbs were the ones of a defeated man. The Prince's death glare must have been enough to have him dart his eyes back on the ground again. "I have a suggestion to make."

"Speak up."

"What if I end this war by killing you and your friends?"Caspian perplexed stared at Miraz as he offered him his most ill-natured grin. His confusion was all Miraz needed to catch him off guard as he launched for the short blade Caspian had dropped minutes ago and quickly aimed and threw it. The dagger pierced through Caspian's left thigh.

Pain mixed with surprise made him lose completely his balance and land on his back. He thought he heard his name being called by various voices but that was of little importance that moment. He thanked his stars he wasn't utterly disoriented and was able to parry, even when he was laying on the ground. Luckily, Miraz's leg was also hurt and as the man stumbled, he pushed his upper body towards him and landed an iron fist right on Miraz's wounded knee.

That was all he needed.

The spot had already been hit once again, weakening it even more. He guessed it must have gotten broken because of the second blow on it, inflicting unbearable pain to the Telmarine ruler. The duel was won. Miraz was on the ground himself, laying on his left side, hand clutched tightly on his injury, crying in agony. Caspian was also in immense pain but fought it and reached for the dagger and removed it from his thigh. He crawled next to Miraz and placed its tip against his throat.

"Yield."his voice as commanding as that of a true King. "Yield and I may spare your life. And do not request for any sort of kindness. You certainly will not receive it."The pained man nodded vividly and let out a grave sigh. "Say it!"

With eyes tightly shut, he did as he was told to. "I- I yield."

"Louder! So that everyone can hear you!"He pressed the blade a bit more and a streak of blood rolled from the spot it pierced.

"I yield!"

Content, he lifted his gaze over Miraz's shoulder to meet with the extremely astonished and anxious Lord Sopespian. With a question look, Caspian sought confirmation that Miraz's counselor had heard him. With a defeated sigh, the Lord nodded and with a gesture to General Glozelle, they both headed towards their fallen leader. At the same time, Edmund and Peter rushed to Caspian's side and helped him to his feet. Neither spoke, but just one look at them he could tell they were satisfied by the outcome. However, he prepared himself for some preaching about that injured leg later on.

They each placed one of his arms around their shoulders and turned slowly around to head in the How. Seeing no reaction from the enemy, they felt hopeful, as though fighting a battle would be unnecessary indeed. The Prince with a coy look in his eyes directed his gaze up to where a certain Queen was restlessly watching him, now with a patronizing but relieved soft smile. Gaining a bit more courage, he flashed her his most charming smile.

But in a second the moment was gone. For they heard cries from behind. With a look over their shoulders, they were surprised to see Miraz laying on the ground, eyes calmly close, not breathing. An arrow was sticking out from his torso, where his heart was supposed to be.

"Bloody hell..."Edmund cursed annoyed. "Not again..."

"Treachery! They murdered our King!"Lord Sopespian screamed as loud as he could, rousing yells and war cries from the entire Telmarine army. "To arms, Telmar! To arms!"

The three men rushed to get back to the How to have Caspian's wound treated and to take their places among their soldiers. "You should have remembered history repeats itself, silly brother."the High King taunted humourlessly.

"Same thing right back at you, you clueless idiot."

"I don't want to ruin this lovely brotherly moment but where are you taking me? We have to fight!"Caspian protested as they rushed as best as they could in Aslan's How.

"Yes, we, as in Peter and I, have to fight. You cannot."Caspian's lips parted, a retort already forming when an exclamation of pain was voiced instead of words. "Yeah, right, you're in top shape, right? Stop protesting otherwise we'll bar your room with you in it!"

Caspian rolled his eyes and made no sound till they had reached his room. Trufflehunter and Dr. Cornelius were requested to stick with him at all times, until the battle was through, much to Caspian's annoyance. Being incapable to do something at such times was something he perfectly detested. Maybe he could get out? But how? Two people were holding him immobilised, treating to his leg. Scornfully, he rolled his eyes and gazed absentmindedly at his Professor.

"I know how you're feeling, my Prince. But bare with it, please."

The Prince looked away but the battle sounds from outside grew louder and louder and he stared alarmed at the door.

Dr. Cornelius sighed. "Let's all hope it'll be over soon..."

Hello, wonderful people! I'm baack~ Took me a while but I finally managed to find free time and write/post this chapter. It's a bit longer than the previous chapters so I hope you're satisfied! In the next chapter, the battle will be over (or so I think, maybe it'll take 2 chapters) so stay tuned cause I'll try my hardest to post as quickly as humanly possible!

As always, your wonderful reviews keep me motivated and happy whenever I read them! I appreciate it so very much :D

Till next time!