Edmund gasped in pain as the arrow lodged itself deep into his armor burning as it went, freezing the flesh surrounding it. Peter Jumped to his feet ignoring his own pain to help his brother. The forces of the witch attacked him hard wolf after wolf as he slew them one by one.
“Peter,” Edmund grabbed his brother’s arm looking deep into his eyes, “ Fight for Narnia… not for me.” Edmund gasped at the words for it hurt to even breath.
“ No! I will not leave you!”
“PETER! Listen to me.” Edmund’s eyes full of love and sorrow and pain, locked on his brother’s. “ Narnia Can’t lose both of us! The girls need you! Please go and save Narnia.” Tears brimmed in Peter’s eyes as Edmund gave a shove and pushed him away. He knew what Edmund said was true but how could he leave his brother to die in such a state. He was yanked out of his thoughts as the screams of a gargoyle came from behind him but to his luck his Narnian sward found its mark before the evil stuck him
Efrinta smiled at the note and sent the raven back to her queen. They would not lose this battle…not this time. All they had to do was finish off all the youngsters then Narnia would surly fall. She smiled seeing Edmund struggling to his feet the broken arrow jetting out of his back, as he fought weakly. She knew to live he had to die and the sward taken to her queen out of the use of Aslan’s army so she began to walk determined to be victorious.
Now with several other wounds Edmund stumbled about gasping for air still driving his sward through the enemy.
“ Did you think that you would win against us?” The cool milky voice seeped from behind him. Turning around to face her he gave a bold reply,
“ It is not over yet!” their swards collided and her strength knocked him off his feet landing on his back driving the arrow in deeper.
“ It is over! Son of Adam, It is!” she screamed brining her sward down with might of a great warrior. Edmund had strength enough to roll out of the way.
“ No! For Aslan and NARNIA!” Jumping to his feet with the last bit of strength that was left within him he brandished his sward high above his head to strike her down as a pain once more wrenched at his body. That did not deter him for he knew she feared the sward he carried. Swinging it back for the final time it found its mark in her evil black ridden heart. Instantly she fell to the ground lifeless, and dead. At that moment her host of which she bragged began to vanish one by one disappearing into the air never to return. The two armies looked on the fighting ceased for just a moment as this sight unknown to any of them reviled its self. All two hundred of them were gone in a matter of minutes and now the armies were more than even.
Edmund looked down to the source of the searing pain and now realized her sward was lodged into his stomach. Falling to his knees he closed his eyes trying to kill some of the pain. Grabbing the handle of her weapon he tried to extract it but it was no use, he had no more strength left. He opened his eyes watching friends and foe alike fall to their death or run to their victory and slay another. All sound ceased as his last breaths were gasped in pain and in a strange way victory. He smiled despite the pain and the black cloud of death that lingered over him for he knew Narnia would now be free. The prophecy had been fulfilled, they had been crowned kings and queens, and now the great host of magic unbeatable was beat and Narnia would win.
“ Aslan,” He gasped as he felt strong hands lift his head his vision was blurry but he knew to whom he looked now, “Peter, Tell them…tell them I love them…and I…I will…will…miss them.” For one last time he looked into his brothers loving face and smiled a week and feeble smile, “ Hail, High King Peter. The deliverer of Narnia.” He placed his fist over his limply beating heart and gasped, “ Free them and rule them as I know you can…and Aslan be with you brother.” His eyes slowly closed his hand falling to his side, his heart stopping for once and for all.
A cry bitter sorrow could be heard rising from the battlefield to every corner of Narnia. Peter, face to the sky, roared with pain and sorrow, his younger brother dead in he arms. Slowly standing to his feet his tears still glistening upon his cheeks anger and hate written upon his face took up his sward in one hand and that of his brother in the other. He looked towards the hill atop which the witch sat.
“ You will DIE for this!” he screamed but she could not hear him but in his heart he made an oath that evil would die before the sun had set.