All by himself, Peter leaned his back against the Stone Table, staring at the stone picture of Aslan on the stone wall in front of him. Sitting beside her brother, Lucy followed his gaze, both Pevensie siblings staring at the picture.

"You're lucky, you know." Peter speaks up.

"What do you mean?" Lucy asks.

"To have seen him." Peter replies. "I wish he'd just given me some sort of proof."

"Maybe we're the ones who need to prove ourselves to him." Lucy states, gently rubbing her brother's arm.

"You really are lucky, Lucy." A voice calls from behind them.

Both siblings glance over their shoulders, seeing the daughter of Aslan walking up to them, hands clasped together as she stares at the picture of her father, glancing to the siblings.

"I wish I had seen him." Y/n continues, looking down at her feet with a sad smile. "Maybe I could've done something that would've helped back at the castle. Could've done something right that he taught me. He's probably disappointed in me."

"It's not your fault, Y/n." Lucy shakes her head. "Aslan could never be disappointed in you."

"He knows you tried your best. And that's all that matters." Peter adds.

Y/n lets out a small hum, shrugging a shoulder. The Pevensie siblings exchange a small look before standing to their feet, their arms immediately wrapping around the girl, making her let out a small laugh as she wraps her arms around them. The three stay like that for a couple minutes until the other Pevensie brother walks in.

"Pete." Edmund speaks up, the three all looking at him. "You'd better come quickly."

Sharing confused looks, the three follow the Just King out of the How, where Caspian stood, all of them standing side by side, Susan soon joining, along with many more Narnians as they watched Miraz's army walking in their direction from the other side of the field. Parting from the middle, the kings, queens, prince, and other Narnians watched as Miraz made his way to the front of his army.

~

"Cakes and kettledrums. That's your next big plan?" Trumpkin questions as they all stood back in the How again. "Sending a little girl into the darkest parts of the forest? Alone!"

"It's our only chance." Peter states.

"And she won't be alone." Susan adds.

Trumpkin stares up at Lucy with sad eyes. "Haven't enough of us died already?"

"Nikabrik was my friend too." A skunk, Trufflehunter, speaks up. "But he lost hope. Queen Lucy hasn't. And neither have I."

Reepicheep unsheathes his sword. "For Aslan."

"For Aslan!" A bear repeats.

"For Aslan." Y/n repeats, as well, a smile on her face as she thinks of her father.

"Then I'm going with you." Trumpkin tells Lucy.

"No. We need you here." Lucy objects.

"We have to hold them off until Lucy and Susan get back." Peter informs.

"If I may..." Caspian begins, everyone turning to him. "Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer... but as king, he is subject to the traditions... and expectations of his people. There is one in particular that may buy us some time."

~

Edmund and Y/n stood side by side, in front of Miraz and his men as Edmund held a note from the High King in his hand, holding it up for him to read.

"'I, Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election and by conquest, High King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel and emperor of the Lone Islands, in order to prevent the abominable effusion of blood, do hereby challenge the usurper Miraz to single combat upon the field of battle. The fight shall be to the death. The reward shall be total surrender'." Edmund reads the note before staring to roll it closed shut.

"Tell me, Prince Edmund..." 

"King." 

"Pardon me?" 

"It's King Edmund, actually." Edmund states. "Just 'King', though. Peter's the high king. I know, it's confusing."

"Why would we risk such a proposal when our armies could wipe you out by nightfall?" Miraz questions.

"Haven't you already underestimated our numbers?" Y/n asks back, speaking up. "I mean, only a week ago Narnians were extinct."

"And so you will be again." Miraz responds, staring at her.

He and his men knew exactly who she was. Who her father was.

"Well, then you should have little to fear." Edmund states.

Miraz lets out a loud laugh. "This is not a question of bravery."

"So you're bravely refusing to fight a swordsman half your age?" Edmund asks with a little smirk.

"I didn't say I refused." Miraz reminds.

"You shall have our support, Your Majesty." One of his men assures. "Whatever your decision."

"Sire, our military advantage alone provides the perfect excuse to avoid what might otherwise be..." Another one of his men adds.

Miraz rises to his feet in quick motion, grabbing his sword. "I'm not avoiding anything!"

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

"His Majesty would never refuse. He relishes the chance to show the people the courage of their new king." A man from behind the Just King and the Diligent Queen defends Miraz.

Miraz points his sword at Edmund. "You. You should hope your brother's sword is sharper than his pen."

The king and queen exchange a little look, a small smile showing up on their faces as their plan was going into action.

~

The High King, Just King, and Diligent Queen all walk out together, side by side. Peter held armor around his body, shield in hand as Edmund held his sword, Y/n holding her sword that wrapped around her waist as they walked out to the field, hearing the Narnians cheer their king, the Telmarines doing the same to their king.

Coming to a stop at the stone platform, Peter unsheathed his sword from Edmund's hand before taking slow steps forward, Miraz eventually doing the same, the two kings glaring at one another.

"There is still time to surrender." Miraz states.

"Well, feel free." Peter replies.

"How many more must die for the throne?" Miraz questions, shaking his head.

"Just one." Peter responds before pulling his helmet down, protecting his face.

Letting out cries, their sword clash against one another's, along with their shields. Everyone watched them fight each other, Miraz eventually knocking Peter's helmet off his head, making the Y/n and Edmund share a small glance. Miraz and Peter stared at one another with clenched jaws before Peter lunged at him, flipping himself over the Telmarine's sword, landing roughly on the stone ground.

The blonde found himself back on his feet, sword meeting the Telmarine's before he was kicked back down to the ground, Miraz stomping a foot on his shield, to which Peter's arm and shoulder move out of it's socket, the king letting out a cry in pain. The High King rolled on the ground as he avoided Miraz's hits, occasionally their swords meeting. Suddenly, Peter was able to get Miraz to the ground, toppling over the teenagers body. The blonde's blue eyes stopped on two familiar faces riding up towards them on a horse.

Caspian and Susan.

But no Lucy.

"Does His Highness need a respite?" Miraz sneers in question.

"Five minutes?" Peter asks after letting out a breath.

"Three!" Miraz exclaims in reply.

Scrunching his face up in pain, Peter stumbles his way to his side, Miraz doing the same. Edmund and Y/n jog to the blonde's side, helping him half way.

"Lucy?" Peter questions, looking at his sister.

"She got through..." Susan glances at Caspian. "...with a little help."

Peter nods at the prince. "Thanks."

"Well, you were busy." Caspian responds.

"You better get up there. Just in case. I don't expect the Telmarines will keep their word." Peter tells his sister.

Nodding, Susan goes to her brother, giving him a hug, only for him to let out a small groan in pain, pulling back, letting out a small 'sorry'.

"Keep smiling." Y/n suddenly instructs, her and Edmund glancing to the Narnians.

Raising his sword towards the crowd, Peter forces a smile through the pain, the Narnians cheering loudly while Susan runs to where all the archers stood. Both Edmund and Y/n helped the High King in the chair, Caspian gently taking off Peter's shield, only for a groan to emit from the blonde.

"I think it's dislocated." Peter grunts as Y/n walks to Caspian's side, Edmund walking to his brother's side. "What do you think happens back home if you die here?" Peter glances to his brother. "You know you've always been there, and I never really..."

The blonde stops himself, a loud groan erupting from his throat when Edmund placed his arm back into place. Y/n and Caspian glance at each other, exchanging a wince at the sound of bones cracking.

"Save it for later." Edmund pats his brother's back.

As Peter stands up, Edmund hands his sword back to him, Y/n holding out his helmet, but the blonde shakes his head softly before stumbling back into the fight, Miraz doing the same. The two start fighting again, both kicking each other to the ground.

Though, they were quick to get back to their feet, Peter soon knocking Miraz's sword out of the Telmarine's hand, only eventually, for his sword to be on the ground as well, both kings now gripping onto a shield. Peter twisted Miraz around, his chest against the older king's back before Miraz elbowed the blonde in the face.

Miraz was quick to grab his sword again, striking at Peter, but the High King was quicker, his fist meeting Miraz's injured knee, making the older man cry out, sword dropping from his hand as he falls to his knees.

"Respite!" Miraz cries. "Respite."

Edmund then notices his brother just standing there, glaring at the older king. "Now's not the time for chivalry, Peter!"

It's all silent as everyone watches Peter stumble back to his brother and friends. However, Miraz takes this as his chance and grabs a sword from the ground, lunging at the blonde.

"Look out!" Y/n shouts.

Noticing her frantic tone, Peter turns back around, being quick to doge Miraz's swings at him, then grabbing the sword himself, stabbing Miraz in the shoulder. Everyone watches as Miraz falls to his knees once the sword was released, Peter now holding the sword up, but hesitating as everyone saw his chance to end it all.

"What's the matter, boy?" Miraz questions, staring up at him. "Too cowardly to take a life?"

"It's not mine to take." Peter responds, slightly grunting.

The king turns around to face his side, holding out the sword for Miraz's nephew. Glancing at the sword and Peter, Caspian slowly takes the weapon from the blonde's hands as Peter grabs his own, walking back to his brother and friend. Caspian raises the sword, aiming it right at his uncle.

"Perhaps I was wrong. Maybe you do have the makings of a Telmarine king after all." Miraz observes.

Just as he bows his head down, now finally accepting his fate, the Telmarine prince lets out a cry, stabbing the sword into a patch of grass in front of the Telmarine king. Miraz curiously and confusedly glances up at the boy.

"Not one like you." Caspian responds. "Keep your life. But I am giving the Narnians back their kingdom."

With that, he walks back over to the kings and queen as the Narnians cheer loudly. Edmund and Y/n share a smile as they pat the prince on the back. Just then, hearing a loud groan from behind them, they look over, seeing Miraz falling to the ground, an arrow stabbed into him.

A Narnian arrow.

Just like Susan's.

"Treachery! They shot him! They murdered our king!" One of Miraz's men shout, grabbing the sword.

"Be ready!" Peter shouts to the Narnians.

"Peter!" Caspian shouts, pointing over his shoulder.

Peter, Edmund, and Y/n all follow his gaze, seeing a Telmarine soldier running up to them. Peter quickly ran forward, finishing him off as Y/n and Edmund unsheathe their swords. It all came to their minds.

The battle was happening.