Peter

The battle rages around me, and my senses feel as though they've been entirely rearranged. My ears ring, my head spins, and my muscles ache beneath the weight of my armour and sword.

I lost my helmet when I was thrown from my unicorn, an arrow taking down the beautiful steed. I can feel a trickle of blood slipping down my cheekbone from a split eyebrow courtesy of a minotaur.

We've fallen back to the rocks on my command, overwhelmed by the sheer size of Jadis' forces. Just as I stumble back from the approaching army, the thunder of hooves and a heavy beast storm passed me.

Oreius and a rhinoceros move past, directly into the mouth of the enemy.

"Stop!" I roar after the general.

It's no use, they're gone. Talking down soldier after soldier.

The rhino falls and rolls, Oreius jumping clean over him. One of Jadis' minotaurs attempts to stop him. Oreius knocks him aside but doesn't kill him.

The large polar bears pulling Jadis' chariot swipe at the general's underbelly as he clears them, swinging his sword for the witch.

Oreius is good, but he is too slow. I watch in horror as the witch's wand collides with the centaur's abdomen, and my best soldier is turned to cold, grey stone.

Two griffins are next to fall to Jadis. As they attempt a dive, one has his wing sliced off by her long sword, and the other is turned to stone, sailing through the air to smash and shatter against the rocks, hailing stone upon friend and foe alike.

We're completely overwhelmed.

"Edmund! There's too many of them! Get the girls, and get them home!" I command.

I don't give him time to answer before I'm engaged in another fight. Swords clashing and sweat flying. Just as I finally get the upper hand and send my sword through the soldier's side, a blinding blue light flashes in my periphery.

I whip my head to look at where it came from to see Edmund standing in front of the witch, motionless and staring at her, a broken wand clutched tightly in her hand. He broke her wand.

He sliced the end clean off, putting an end to her ability to turn flesh into stone. Edmund may have just turned the tide.

Without a second to react, she knocks his shield away and drives the broken wand shaft into Edmund's gut.

"Edmund!" I scream as the witch pulls her wand free.

I can't hear myself; everything is a dull roar. Edmund locks eyes with me, grabbing for his bleeding wound. It isn't until Edmund's limp body hits the ground that sound comes rushing back.

With a roar of anguish, I slice my sword through the closest enemy soldier, making a sprint for the witch. The cold-hearted bitch throws down the broken wand covered in my brother's blood, as though his death means nothing.

I reach her and swing my sword with abandon. The only thought running through my head is to kill. Kill her for what she's done to Narnia, kill her for what she's done to Cress, and kill her for taking away my brother.

Cressida

We approach the battlefield, and I can tell that we are about to see the carnage. The sound of clashing swords and dying men rings in my ears.

Let him be alive.

I beg any ancestors that will listen.

We need him; please let him be alive.

Our army crests the tallest ridge, Aslan leaping up to the top of a huge rock formation.

For a moment, everything is silent. Then the air quakes with Aslan's mighty roar, it shakes me to my bones.

I spot Jadis, standing stone still in shock. Next to her is Peter, bloodied and surely bruised but alive.

The moment of stillness ends, and Jadis turns back to the young king with abandon. She's going to kill him.

"Come Princess, get on my back; your King needs you." Aslan commands as he leaps down next to me.

Throwing myself atop his broad back, our army of rescued prisoners descends on the battlefield, greatly outnumbering Jadis' forces. Anyone who she has ever harmed fighting with a ferocity I've never before witnessed and will probably never witness again.

Jadis' best soldiers surround her and Peter as they duel, meant to stop anyone from approaching.

"When I say so, jump from my back, and fight with everything you have." Aslan commands over the din.

I tense preparing for the moment as we draw closer and closer. Almost there, almost.

"Now!" Roars the lion.

I spring from his back, rolling across the ground to break the fall. As Aslan begins to fight his way towards Peter and the witch. I draw my sword, almost forgetting where I am for a moment, the sight of the duel ahead of me wholly distracting.

The first to swing a weapon my way is a hag. She swings for me, and I block, trying to find my rhythm. The withered crone gets through my defences once, tracing a long cut across my cheek from eye-brow to chin. The pain snaps something in me. With a few quick movements and a well-aimed jab, she falls, arrogant and armourless; the first kill is easy. The next challenge is an ogre.

Damn, not so easy.

He swings a blunt club in my direction, and I parry with my sword as best I can. Aslan still hasn't reached Peter. The ogre knocks me square in the chest and I fall, the wind knocked out of me. He lumbers over to stand above me.

Big mistake. I wait until just the right moment when he is close enough to kill me and drive my sword straight through his chest. Sticky black blood sprays, soaking my hands and clothes and splattering across my face.

I roll before the beast can crush me.

Jumping to my feet I have a straight shot to Peter and Jadis, when the worst foe I could face crosses my path.

Otmin.

"Well, well, little princess." He laughs gruffly.

"I've been waiting a long time for this." I muster up as much bravado as possible.

"Your death shall be swift." He laughs and charges me.

Otmin is immensely strong and full of power, but he is slow, and I can see a limp in his left leg. I wait until just the right moment to slide to the ground, and he runs straight over me as I slice at his bad ankle. The brute stumbles but doesn't fall.

He turns faster than I expected and comes running for me again, axe raised and roar of fury escaping him.

There's no way I'll survive with only my sword. I have only one option left.

I plant my feet and toss down my sword as he charges.

Hands outstretched, I breathe for a moment. Just a moment, and everything slows. For the first time in nine years, for the first time since Jadis held a blade to my brother's throat, I let go. I release my magic and give in to its will.

A blazing golden light leaps forward; it should blind me, but it doesn't. Under the full, hot sun, I feel power that I've never felt before. It's beautiful and awful, and it is doom.

When I finally let go, all that's left of the minotaur general is a pile of steaming armour and a half-melted axe.