𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 [chronicles of narnia]

12

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A GRYPHON SOARED overhead, passing the army of Narnians, swooping towards Eliza who stood in full armour on the rocks above the field, with her brother and the other troops. She watched as the gryphon flew down to where Peter and Oreius waited on a small mound, in front of the army. Peter was fully armed and cladded with armour sitting upon a white unicorn. Eliza's hand tightened around a shield she'd been given while suiting up. The girl turned to her brother, a solemn expression on her face.

"This is far from the wardrobe." She whispered wistfully, As more gryphons flew overhead.

Edmund turned to his twin, a weak smile on his lips, "I still feel guilty..." the boy admitted, shifting in his armour. The girl had to admit that the armour was very uncomfortable, but she would have to learn to tolerate it. Eliza opened her mouth to reply, but instantly stopped upon The Witch's army arriving over hills, with way more in numbers than Narnia.

The Witch rode up onto her own mound of grass and rocks in a chariot that was being pulled along by Polar bears. From where Eliza was standing, the witch looked like she was wearing a chain mail dress, a gold headdress and presumably, Aslan's mane hung from the headdress.

The two armies faced each other, Peter looked up at Eliza and Edmund on the hill, who both nodded down to him. The older boy then turned back around, He drew his sword making a trumpet sound out from the troops as his army cheered. Roars erupted from the witch's army as they advanced towards the Narnians. Eliza glanced at Edmund and the two unsheathed their swords, holding them out in front of them. Peter raised his sword and slashed it down, Eliza did the same, signalling the Gryphons from behind Eliza and Edmund to fly over the battle. Gryphons sped through the skies, dropping boulders on the oncoming army attack.

Eliza looked down at Peter who once again, raised his sword, "FOR NARNIA AND FOR ASLAN!" He shouted, charging forward the army in close pursuit. The troops raced toward each other, the front riders putting down their lances. The leopards clash with the wolves and tigers and the two armies meet. The battle had commenced.

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ELIZAS EYES WERE focused on the witch in her chariot. Upon seeing the armies collide and fight, the girl bit her lip as Narnians fell to the floor. The white witch suddenly tugged on the reins of her chariot and her polar bears lurched forward. Eliza raised her sword, making the archers all around her raise their bows. The girl looked to Edmund, who nodded.

"Fire!" The boy cried out, as Eliza lowered her sword. The archers around her fired arrows that burst into sparks in mid-air, A phoenix swooped down bursting into flames as it created a wall of fire that separated the oncoming Witch and the rest of her army.

"Yes!" Mr Beaver exclaimed, punching his fist into the air as Peter's army cheered. Eliza readied herself as the Narnian troops stop, when the Witch used a spell to just blast the wall away and continued to advance on the opposing army.

"Fall back! Draw them to the rocks!" Peter could be heard faintly, from where the twins were standing. The sound of a horn echoed through The Valley causing Eliza, Edmund and Mr. Beaver to look up.

"That's the signal. Come on!" Eliza yelled, as they ran off to join the rest of the Army.

Eliza sprinted to the next location they were meant to be stationed at. The girls hand clutched the hilt of her sword as she ran beside Edmund and Mr Beaver finally reaching their destination on the mountain of rocks. The Centaurs gathered and fell into their positions, as the loud yells approached the rocks. Eliza raised her sword once more, the centaurs lifting their loaded bows up. As the Narnian troops retreated, Edmund kept his eyes on the ground, waiting to give his sister the signal.

"Now!" The boy steadily stated, making Eliza raise her sword, and the arrows to be released from the centaurs bows.

The Witch's first line of defense was completely wiped out by the arrows, all of them falling onto the grass, as Peter urged his horse to go faster. Suddenly, the older boy was thrown from his horse that had been shot by something from the rocks opposite the rest of the army. Peter lay on the ground, making Eliza step forward as more archers fired arrows. Oreius looked up at the girl who stood on the cliff edge, she looked fearfully Peters direction, and the centaur whipped his head around as the Witch's army turned the corner.

The older Pevensie's head lifted and he hastily stood up, clutching his sword. Eliza watched as Oreius and a rhino charged towards the oncoming army despite Peter yelling for them not to. The Rhino barged through the troops but was soon struck down and lay limp on the grass while Oreius raced through, slashing at any enemies, she watched in horror as a Minotaur latched onto his hind and was dragging the centaur down.

The centaur stabbed the creature, tossing him off and continuing to run onward. Oreius lunged for the queen in her chariot as they battled, but soon the centaur was hit by the witch and turnt to stone, falling lifelessly to the ground. 

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Short chapter with an abrupt end... I know, I know, kinda crappy but the next chapter is the last chapter in this book so I wanted to draw it out a bit longer.