The arrow hadn't been shot by the Telmarines, either, and neither of the soldiers on the ground had a bow in their hands. Nevermind a red, frayed bow that signified the Narnian weapons.

How Lord Sopespian got a hold of it, nobody was quite sure.

Nobody was quite sure why he would kill his own King, but then again, why did anyone kill royalty?

Sure. Miraz was an overall horrible person, and had done horrible deeds, but you would only kill him for one intention. Stealing something that was his.

Lord Sopespian wanted power. And power, he got.

'Treachery!' He cried out, pointing towards the Narnian archers before running back to his side. 'They shot him! They murdered our King!'

Peter sensed what was about to happen next and took a few steps backwards, his guard up and his sword drawn. Catherine, who hadn't seen what had happened felt fear surge through her core, freezing her onto the spot, her eyes swelling in size as she took in the Telmarine army, that were loading their weapons. Appalled and terrified, she ignored the voices around her and began to breathe heavier and heavier.

She thought it was over. The war was only just beginning.

Edmund grabbed onto her shoulders, shaking her in an urgent fluster. 'Come on.'

'To Arm!'

'CATHERINE, COME ON!'

As soon as Catherine was jolted with a large pierce she felt in her heart, she was pushed forwards, almost tripping in a clumsy get-away as she ran alongside Edmund, the images around her blurry.

Peter raising his sword, Lord Sopespian directing the cavalry.

Be ready!

Be ready? Be ready for what? What could Catherine possibly be ready for? Nobody could be ready for war. She certainly wasn't ready for this.

The archers pulled out their weapons and one of the lords behind Peter draws out a sword. In their chaotic flurry, Catherine turns back around, fear choking her as she struggles against Edmund's strong grip, pushing her from the battle and towards safety.

'Peter!' She yells out, her warning reaching him in time for Peter to spin around, stabbing the attacker in the chest before he turns, pointing towards the How.

'Go!' He tells her and Catherine nods, obliging instantly as she escapes Edmund's grasp, now awake and able to run by herself. Her heart pounded in her chest, making her feel as though she was about to break.

By the entrance to the How, she meets Caspian who is upon a horse, gesturing for her to mount the one beside him. She does so, attempting to calm the restless animal as well as her restless thoughts, which ran free and panicked in her mind, clouding her vision and focus. By the Telmarine soldiers, Glozelle raises his sword.

'To arms, Telmar! To arms!'

The soldiers shout and holler, raising their flags and stone balls fly towards the greenery, thundering into the ground with the power of each Catherine's heartbeats, shattering her ribs and cracking her bones.

She turns her attention to Edmund and Peter, who stand in the middle of the firing, their weapons drawn. She took notice of their fearless expression and suddenly felt herself relax. Glozelle raised his sword. She closed her eyes, the words already echoing in her mind.

Attack.

Alright. It had begun.

When she opened her eyes, her sight was no longer vague, but instead sharp and dark, her focus and mind clearing completely, allowing her to see the scene and plan in front of her as the Telmarines began to charge, shouting. Peter watched alongside Edmund, Caspian and Catherine controlling their horses, preparing to ride, relentless and impatient, their pulse shaking their skin and vibrating against their bones to create a threatening melody. Susan commanded the archers from the top of the How, preparing their weapons.

'Archers at the ready!'

Peter turned back to share a look at Caspian, nodding once. Instantly, the siblings turned on their horses and rode back into the How, the hooves clicking with each step.

Inside the How, hundreds of Narnian's waited patiently, weapons in their hands, flipping bats and bows impatiently and growling. Catherine and Caspian took the lead, grabbing torches to light their way.

'Narnians.' Catherine announced, loudly before taking her position next to her brother. 'CHARGE!'

The Narnians began to holler, whooping and running behind their horse-ridden leaders, thundering through the tunnel under the battlefield. Above ground, Peter shifts and begins to count, the adrenaline shattering his mind and realizing an intoxicating impatience that made him shift from one foot to another, unable to keep still.

He began to count.

'One, two.'

In the tunnels, Caspian clenched his jaw.

'Three, four.'

Peter narrowed his eyes, forcing his mind to focus.

'Five, six.'

The cavalry came closer, hooves thundering against the earth in a syncopated melody as Susan instructed the archers to prepare for the attack.

'Take your aim!' She announced.

'Stay with them!' Trumpkin said, his voice wavering slightly.

'Eight, nine,' Peter called out, breathing deeply. 'Get ready!'

In the tunnels, Caspian took a beat before raising his torch, perfecting his time carefully before announcing; 'Now!'

Catherine is the first to swing, knocking her sword through the pillars made of earth, the rest of the Narnians following suit, knocking down the pillars as they past, causing the ground above them to crack and break away.

The Telmarine cavalry enter the collapsing area, falling into the pit with cries and confused squeals, Peter and Edmund watching satisfied and untouched. On the How, Susan cries out.

'Now!'

Simultaneously, the archers fire their arrows, letting them fly through the air with a soft whistle. They fall into the newfound hole, hitting Telmarines are they try to escape the underground tunnel. They fire upon the battlefield, an invisible attack. Peter raises his sword, valiantly.

'Charge-'

'-Charge!'

Below ground, Caspian and Catherine separate, two dwarves lowering a platform as they ride up, dropping their light and drawing swords instead, leading the Narnian's up onto the battlefield. At the right, Catherine shouts, watching her brother take the left, effectively circling and trapping the Telmarine's.

Peter knocks down a few soldiers, looking up to see Caspian rampaging through soldiers on his horse, Catherine circling the pitch and attacking any soldier who attempts to climb out. She spots Edmund at the other end, finishing off a Telmarine and she changes her direction. Instantly upon hearing her, he puts up a hand for her to grab as she passes, lifting him up and putting him on the back of the horse. He trades his sword for a crossbow, knocking down more soldiers in his wake.

Catherine lets out a laugh. 'Nice shot.'

Edmund blushes, slightly and mutters a thanks before firing another round.

The battle continues, the Telmarine soldiers beginning to march forwards in large amounts. Catherine stops riding, watching them appear, tauntingly and mocking the Narnian's small numbers. Caspian points towards them, directing the Griffin's, who carry dwarves with arrows, as if they were flying. They fire into the soldiers, some flying off course and into the ground after they get hit by the Telmarine's large crossbows, or hit by boulders.

Peter pales, watching as they fall to the ground. He turns around towards Susan, who purses her lips.

'Lucy.'

Susan shakes her head.

...

had a bad habit of sending troops backwards, forcing them to resign their posts and retreat. Catherine was beginning to get quite irritated about the whole thing, if she was honest.

'Back to the How!'

Peter instantly runs backwards, and Caspian, steadying his horse turns to Catherine and Edmund, who frown in front of him. They share a confused and dissatisfied look before following their King's orders and retreating towards the How. Lord Sopespian had other ideas.

'Cut off their escape.'

Boulders fire into the How, blocking the entrance and hitting the stone like harsh hailstones. The ancient fortress holds up well, but slowly begins to crumble and the archers, perched high on one of the How's many tiers, begin to look around, worried. They search for an exit.

'Brace yourselves!' Susan yells, rocks beginning to fall towards them. Susan slips, knocked by one of the rocks and finds herself caught by Trumpkin, who struggles to grip her hand. She swings, suspended in the air.

'Susan!' Caspian yells out, causing Peter to look up at his sister.

Trumpkin's hand struggles and Susan slips from his grasp, falling down to the next level before dusting herself off, examining her scratches. Caspian lets out a sigh of relief, pursing his lips as she jumps down, heading to join the others.

The group looks around, searching for techniques to win the war they were beginning to lose.

Lord Sopespian grinned from his position. Got them.

'Crush them all.'