My siblings, Trumpkin and I ran into the stone tomb after Peter had raised the alarm. We found Caspian stood in the middle of a circle scratched into the ground in front of a tall wall of ice with a gorgeous princess trapped inside. Circling around him was a terrifying werewolf, a disgusting looking hag type thing with a birds head for a face and Nikkabrik (the dwarf with a beard).

The hag leaped forward and hit Peters sword out of his hands. Peter kicked the hag backwards and she fell to the floor. Edmund ran forward and impaled the hag with his sword.

I followed Peter as he ran towards the Princess encased in ice. She was reaching out of the ice toward Caspians outstretched hand. Peter barged into him, knocking him out of the circle and thrusting his sword towards the girl. I ran forward placing my hand on Peters sword, "Stop! The leave the princess alone."

"Yes, yes I'm a princess, dear little girl." The princess smiled before turning to Peter, "Peter dear, I've missed you. Come now, just one drop. You know you can't do this alone. Come on Peter, just one drop. You know you can't do this alone."

Peter stared towards the pretty girl in amazement and slowly dropped his sword. Peter started reaching his hand forward to the princess and I stood back proudly. Suddenly a sword stuck through the girls chest and she screamed. "No!" I cried as the wall of ice shattered into millions of pieces to reveal Edmund. He was stood holding his sword in a horizontal position after stabbing the princess.

"I know. You had it sorted" Edmund mocked before walking away.

"Why...why did Eddie do that?" I asked while pulling on Peters shirt.

He knelt down in front of me and told me "It's very very complicated."

*

Peter and I were sat on the stone table staring at the gorgeous carving of the lion. Lucy joined us and sat next to Peter.

"Your lucky, you know." Peter told Lucy as she sat down.

"What do you mean?" Lucy asked.

"You've seen him. I wish he'd give me some kind of proof." Peter sighed.

"Maybe we're the ones that have to prove ourselves to him." I added thoughtfully.

Before either of the could say anything, Edmund and Susan came crashing in. "You better come quickly." Edmund shouted and we all followed him outside.

Outside was a vast army marching towards us. At the front was a man with a gold mask,mounted on a horse. It was terrifying so I hid behind Edmunds legs.

"Right." Peter said after thinking for a while. "Follow me." he ordered,strutting back inside.

*

All of Caspians army and my siblings were stood in the stone tomb making plans.

"Cakes and kettledrums! That's your next big plan? Sending a little girl into the darkest parts of the forest alone?" Trumpkin said stupidly, pointing at Lucy.

"It's the only way." Susan said sighing.

"It's our only chance to win this battle." Peter argued.

Susan stepped forward and grabbed Lucy's hand. "And she won't be alone, I'm going with her."

I stared at my sisters worriedly, wanting to go with them but I knew my brothers and Caspian would never let me.

Trumpkin stepped forward. "Haven't enough of us died already?" He asked exasperatedly.

"Nikabrik was my friend too." said the badger.

He looked around the room at all the staring faces. "But he lost hope. Queen Susan and Queen Lucy haven't. And neither have I." Trufflehunter continued.

"For Aslan." Lucy said her eyes darting around the room. I looked at her and smiled.

"For Aslan." Reepicheep repeated.

"For Aslan!" a bear shouted. I shuffled closer to my brothers at this, remembering what had happened on that beach.

"Then I'm going with you too." Trumpkin demanded.

"No." Susan said calmly.

"She's right, we need you here." Lucy added.

"We have to hold them off until Susan and Lucy get back." Peter told the room.

"If I may..." Caspian started as everyone's heads whipped round to look at him.

"Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer. But as a King he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people." He continued "There is one in particular that might buy us time."

*

I was stood next to Edmund in front of a table of soldiers with a very proud looking man on a throne. We were in some sort of camp that looked like it had been put up very quickly.

"I Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election and by conquest, High king of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravell and emperor of the lone islands. In order to prevent the a abominable diffusion is blood, I hereby challenge Miraz to single combat upon the field of battle. The fight shall be to the death. The reward shall be total surrender." Edmund recited from a scroll he held in his hand.

Miraz stared at us blankly as he waited for Edmund to finish rolling up the scroll. "Tell me Prince Edmund..." he started before being interrupted.

"King," Edmund corrected "and this is Queen Sophie." He said holding onto my hand.

"Pardon me?" Miraz replied in disbelief.

"It's king Edmund actually. Just king though, Peters the high king." Edmund explained as Miraz looked at us confused.

"I know, it's confusing." Edmund added as I giggled quietly. This brought a smile to one of the moody soldiers faces.

Miraz looked around before shrugging "Why would we risk such a proposal when our army could wipe you out like that?"

I looked nervously up at Edmund, waiting for his reply "Haven't you already underestimated our numbers? I mean, only a week ago Narnia were extinct." Edmund replied cleverly.

"And do you will be again." Miraz threatened.

"Well then you should have little to fear." Edmund continued but I could see fear in his eyes.

Miraz just laughed before saying "This is not a question of bravery."

"Your bravely refusing to fight a swordsman half your age." Edmund states the obvious while smirking.

Miraz's face dropped as he leaned forwards "I didn't say I refused."

"You shall have our support your majesty, whatever your decision." One of his minions added.

"Your majesty, our military advantage alone provides the excuse to avoid-" the man sat next to him started.

"I'm not avoiding anything" Miraz interrupted him whilst jumping to his feet.

"I was merely pointing out that my lord is well within his rights to refuse." The man defended himself.

"His majesty would never refuse." I turned round to hear the guard stood by the entrance say, "he relishes the chance to show the people the courage of their king."

Miraz thought for a second before pointing at me with his sword "You... should hope your brothers sword is sharper than his pen." He threatened.