Edmund came to help his brother advance towards Caspian and Susan who were arriving on foot, Brocéliande holding the horse's bridle in one hand.

"Lucy?" the elder worried when he saw his sister.

"She got through... With a little help," Susan replied.

The Great King turned his gaze to Caspian, and nodded. "Thanks."

"Well, you were busy," the prince replied simply, meeting his friend's green gaze.

Brocéliande was happy to see him, but also worried about the outcome of the duel. Because he suspected that even if Miraz lost, war might break out.

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

Susan nodded, before approaching to give Peter a hug.

"Sorry," the queen huffed after Peter gasped in pain.

"It's all right" he reassured her.

"Be careful."

Edmund glanced at the Narnians who whispered to each other, worried. "Keep smiling..."

Peter turned to the crowd and raised his sword with a forced big smile, followed enthusiastic cheers from the Narnians who were unaware of what was really going on.

Glenstorm and Brocéliande both kept their eyes on the Telmarines as Peter sat down. Caspian came to withdraw his shield under a grunt of pain from the king.

"I think it's dislocated," Peter muttered to his brother, who walked over. "What do you think happens back home if you die here?"

Edmund looked at him for a moment, trying to get his shoulder back in place. Brocéliande approached at a sign from Caspian, leaving Glenstorm to watch over their enemies. Edmund gave his place to the faun to grab the bridle as Brocéliande rested his hands around the dislocated shoulder.

"You know you've always been there, and I never really... AH!!" Peter started before screaming in pain when the faun replaced his shoulder with another crackle.

"You save it for later," Edmund replied, thanking the faun who joined Caspian, the latter wincing at the king's pain.

The three-minute respite ceased, and the two kings faced each other again as the judges took their places. And the fight resumed.

Blows were delivered, Miraz carrying more force in his shield blows. The Telmarine's King finally pushed Peter onto a ruin, the Pevensie falling to the ground. Peter parried his punches, twisting his legs to knock his opponent down, and gave him a blow that he shielded. Peter eventually snatched the sword from him, throwing it to the ground further, and lost his own a few moments later. The younger grabbed the shield, twisting around to give Miraz an arm lock, who knocked off the king with a powerful elbow in the face, before violently pushing him against a large stone.

The High King turned to see him attacking him with his recovered sword, and parried the blows with his metal armbands before punching him on the wound in his leg, causing the Narnians to clap loudly upon seeing the man down.

"Respite!" Miraz yelled, falling to his knees in pain. "Respite."

Peter held back his blows, and stared in disgust at the kneeling man in front of him.

"Now's not the time for chivalry, Peter!" Edmund cried, glaring at his brother to finish off Miraz.

The High King glared at Miraz before lowering his fist, advancing towards his brother. Brocéliande's eyes widened as he quickly grabbed his sword when Edmund yelled at his brother.

"Look out!"

Peter turned, grabbed the sword that Miraz was attacking with and slipped it under the breastplate that covered his chest. The High King withdrew the sword, and Brocéliande observed Caspian out of the corner of his eye. The prince had a threatening, enraged gaze. Ready to see his father's assassin die before his eyes.

Caspian felt the weight of a look on him. He turned his glassy gaze on Brocéliande's worried one, and calmed down a little, gritting his teeth.

"What's the matter, boy?" provoked Miraz. "Too cowardly to take a life?"

"It's not mine to take," Peter growled, lowering the Telmarine sword.

The prince lifted his head, approaching his uncle, gritting his teeth as he grabbed the sword Peter held out to him. Caspian didn't glance at Brocéliande, who was still holding the bridle of the horse that had brought him and Susan back to the mausoleum.

The prince slowly raised the sword, resting it on his hand, the point aimed at the throat of his father's assassin. He was shaking with rage when Brocéliande's voice echoed in his mind.

You have to learn to overcome your anger, it will only hurt you if you let it control you. Learn to control it.

"Perhaps I was wrong," said Miraz. "Maybe you do have the makings of a Telmarine King after all."

Caspian glared at him, his eyes flaming.

Learn to control it.

The prince screamed as he lowered the sword, followed by a furious exhale.

Miraz looked up, to see the tip of the sword stuck in a grass shoot that had cut through the cracked stone.

"Not one like you," spat the prince, his eyes glazed with rage. "Keep your life. But I am giving the Narnians back their Kingdom."

Brocéliande felt pride invade his chest, and at Glenstorm's small smile, he wasn't the only one. Enthusiastic cries echoed from the Narnian soldiers, all cheering for the Prince and High King who had defeated Miraz. Caspian returned to the two kings of yesteryear, and approached Brocéliande who was smiling broadly.

"I'm proud of you," the faun smiled, grabbing the prince's shoulder. "I hope you are too."

"I never could have done it without you," Caspian whispered, but his friend shook his head.

"You would have done it, I only gave you a little nudge."

"It's not true and you know it."

The faun and the human exchanged a smile, both so different but yet so similar.

Then suddenly, everything changed.