My stomach did a flip. How could I have been so stupid as to forget about the tracker?! I looked over my shoulder, and shouted back at the shifters "The hunters are coming!"

Hushed whispers ran through the crowd, and then everyone started shifting. We weren't going down without a fight.

"Remember, try and drain their resources. If you can get them to agree to a peace treaty, then that'd be great."

"I'm not going to let Caspian down." I said simply, then looked at the soldiers. They were armed with all sorts of bronze weapons, from bows to guns. Great. They had come prepared.

"Think what you need to do. They have the weapons, but you can take them away if you're careful enough."

"Ashlea, you're a genius!"

I flew down to Trinity and looked at her. "They have bronze weapons. If we take their weapons, we can win this battle."

She nodded. "What if they attack us as we try and get their weapons?"

"Help here?"

"You'll just have to be careful. Stay out of the line of fire."

I looked at Trinity. "We'll have to be careful then."

At that moment, they barged in and started firing. I flew up, looking around. Dang; they even had swords! A growl of irritation rose up in my throat, and I felt mad. Adrenaline flooded my veins, and my bones felt like fire. I twitched nervously in anticipation, watching shots being fired.

The shifters were doing a good job, darting all about to avoid the bullets, but as far as I knew, no true damage had come to the hunters.

"Get their weapons, and get away without harm." Ashlea reminded me.

"I remember. But they're looking up a lot; they'll see me. And they'll definitely notice me trying to get the weapons out of their hands. How could they not? And why do they have swords? It's the twenty-first century for crying out loud!"

"It's a brutally effective weapon. Don't underestimate swords, they can seriously injure a person, and leave them slowly dying."

"Oh." I said "So, how to do you even use one?"

At that moment, an arrow whizzed by my ear with a startling whoosh. I glared in the general area from which the arrow had been shot. I could see a man holding a bow, and aiming it at me. Oh great.

I dove downward, grasping my hand on the bow. He growled, sending a punch at me, which seemingly missed me by a milimeter.

"Give it back.!" He then began to swear. Well, it looks like I found out the main personality of this guy; bad tempered. I tried to pull the bow from his hand, and eventually gave in, and he was left with just an arrow. Which I eventually got as well.

I tried aiming it, trying to mimic the descriptions from 'The Hunger Games'. Count on me to use books in a battle.

It was a failed attempt, and the arrow was sent flying into a bush. I placed the bow at the top of a tree, muttering 'Well, that stunk.'

I looked over at the battle. Blood stained the ground, and dead bodies littered the ground. It was horrible, and I flinched, looking away.

Any fan of 'The Hunger Games' has asked if they thought they'd do good in it. Well, considering my current situation, I wouldn't.

"Madelyn, focus on the battle. You may not be able to use some of the weapons, but you certainly can put them out of the hunter's reach."

"And what are the chances that I can use a sword without practice."

"I wouldn't recommend it."

"And you're probably right in that field. So, just keep stealing their supplies?"

"Yes."

I looked at the battlefield, wanting to shudder and fly away when I saw the blood. But I didn't. I was going to fight.

I looked at the hunters. Then, at the shifters fighting other shifters.

"Brainwashed. They were brainwashed. If you can seperate them from the hunters, the effects of the brainwashing may subside, like it did with yours. However, yours was a mild case, as it had only been a few weeks. It may be more difficult for them to overcome the brainwashing. But it will be better if you have more shifters on your side."

"I think so too."

There was so much violence. But I was going to stop it. I was going to honor Caspian's final words. I flew above a shifter, trying to get the dagger from his grip. What I earned? Nothing other than a nasty scrape on my right cheek. I placed my hand on my cheek, letting out a scream of pain. I flew higher, feeling my own blood pour onto my hand. It was disgusting.

And above all, painful.

I tried to use my free hand to rip a strip of fabric from my shirt, but it was no use.

"You can heal, remember?"

"Right... I knew that."

I focused on it healing. Waves of nausea washed over me, but I focused on two things. Flying and healing. And I was going to stay in the air, even if it killed me.

Which, with my current luck, just might.

Minutes later, the wound had healed, and the pain was gone. I flew down, trying to get to some sort of weapon. Then, I saw a blur of movement.

Seconds later, I was pinned down, a sword to my throat. I recognized the little jerk immediately.

Speedy McJerkface. At least; that was my nickname for him.

I kept my gaze on him, frantically feeling for a weapon. I couldn't move much, or I could be injured. Or worse, killed.

"Mr. Jones wants you alive. But that doesn't mean I can't hurt you." he chuckled in a sadistic way.

I felt a cold metal against my hand, and gripped it. I pushed his sword away, and he clashed against mine, causing my arm to shake for a few seconds.

The battle lasted a while, but eventually, I heard someone - a hunter - call out 'Retreat! Retreat!'

We had won the battle, but I had a feeling that there would be many, many more.

A/N- Sorry about the short-ish chapter yesterday. School was the next day and it was chaotic.

112 in fantasy! Just saying...

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