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The whole world seems to fade away as it only consists of Peter's lips on mine and his hands around my waist, but then Salvador's voice interrupts us.

'Eh. . . Do you guys think you could do that later?'

The blush on my cheeks turns even a deeper colour of red and Peter clears his throat.

'Right,' he mutters before taking my hands and pulling me back on my feet.

I grab my sword from the ground and try to avoid my brother's smirking expression, but his laughing stops when the Calormenen soldiers start to close in on us again. Their faces are grim and their eyes swim with lust for blood.

'I think they're realizing Elvira is no longer on their side,' Peter says, strengthening his grip on Rhindon, his sword.

'I think that as well,' Salvador agrees.

We all take a deep breath and then Peter clenches his jaw in determination.

'We will not lose Cair Paravel,' he says, and I nod. Our hands are still intertwined and I give him a reassured squeeze before withdrawing my hand and using both to enclasp the hilt of my sword.

The Narnian army assembles behind us while the White Witch's and Rabadash's forces regroup in front of us. Tension lingers in the air and my heart beats irregular in my throat. However, my nervousness is replaced with fury when I spot Jadis at the edge of the front line. She's accompanied by Rabadash and I've never felt such hate before. I want her dead, and this time for good.

'Jadis is mine,' I growl between gritted teeth.

Peter focusses on Rabadash, his eyes burning with rage, like blue wildfire. 'And I will make the Tisroc pay for what he did to my sister.'

With those promises, we charge towards the enemy. Peter and I fight side by side, our swords twirling and cutting down soldiers as a renewed strength flows through our veins.

Salvador rushes with a group of Narnians to the secret passageway to stop the elite soldiers who I had sent to take out the castle from within.

With every slash and hew, Peter and I get closer to the persons we hate so much. Jadis and Rabadash barely fight themselves as they're fiercely protected by the Calormenen forces, but after what feels like hours, we finally reach them.

I lunge at Jadis without even as much as a warning while Peter dodges under Rabadash's defense and clashes against the Tisroc's chest with his shoulder. Rabadash tumbles onto the bloodied ground and struggles to get up as fast as possible before Peter can pierce him with his sword.

I myself aim for Jadis' unprotected pale neck, but the Witch simply ducks under my blow and cackles as I try to keep my balance.

'Silly girl,' Jadis says, her voice dripping with venom. 'Have you learned nothing? You cannot kill me.'

Her words make me remember how Rabadash had driven a dagger right through her chest, but nothing had happened. The colour drains out of my face. She's right, how can I defeat Jadis?

My eyes shoot towards Peter who roars in anger when Rabadash flees away from him.

'Coward!' he shouts at the Tisroc's back and then strides after him in a blind fury.

In those seconds, I forgot about Jadis and in an instinct, I duck and roll over the ground when I see a movement in the corner of my eye. Jadis' sword narrowly missed me, but before she can raise her sword for another blow, a red-feathered arrow suddenly embeds itself with a shallow thud in her pale wrist. No blood appears but it gives me enough time to sweep her feet and the Witch screams as she falls onto the ground, the sword and staff rocketed out of her hands.

My dark hair whisk with the air as I crawl onto my feet and spin around to see where the arrow had come from. I only know one person who can aim that precisely, but I have to see her.

Susan stands atop of a small hill, towering above all forces and the rays of sunshine hug her silhouette as her dark hair flows in the wind. She nocks another arrow on the bowstring and releases it. In awe I watch as it soars towards Rabadash, shooting right past her brother and the Tisroc screams when the arrow lands with a thud in the back of his shoulder.

It really is her, Susan lives!

Peter realizes as well what the red-feathered arrow means and he turns around with a hopeful glint in his blue eyes. He immediately notices her and he exclaims her name with joy, love, and relief.

Even from this distance I can see Susan beaming and time seems to slow down when a majestic, golden lion appears next to her on the hill. All of nature silences in anticipation when Aslan takes a deep breath and a loud roar thunders over the battlefield. The ground shakes violently and the Calormenen soldiers freeze in their movements, the colour draining out of their faces in fear while the Narnian forces shout with a renewed spirit. Their Queen lives and the King of all Kings is here to help!

However, the spark of rejoice in my chest dies like a blown-out candle when Jadis slams the flat side of her sword against my back. In the time we looked at Susan and Aslan, she had regained her sword. The force sends me flying forward, towards the ground and a burning pain spreads through my body as the air is knocked out of my lungs. I try to break my fall by using my hands but my senses are dulled and with a harsh blow I land on the hard ground.

I struggle for air and I hear Peter calling my name while I manage to turn around on my back. I look up in the cold eyes of Jadis and an evil smile almost distorts her face. She lifts her sword in a menacing and taunting pace above her head and I search for my own sword, noticing it is far beyond my reach.

I close my eyes in fear when Jadis' sword swings down but before the deadly blow can hit me, I hear the iconic clang of metal crashing against metal.

I open my eyes again and Peter has put his own sword between me and Jadis, his jaw set in concentration as he tries to avert Jadis' blow. With a growl, he uses all of his strength to bring his sword up and Jadis stumbles backwards. Peter's chest heaves in effort but he still gives me a concerned look.

'Are you alright?' he asks, and I nod, crawling back onto my feet.

I notice Jadis is staring at something behind us, and both Peter and I cast a curious look over our shoulders. Aslan is standing behind us, his golden manes rustling in a kingly manner in the wind.

'My son,' he speaks with a deep voice, addressing Peter. 'Adam's blood is what freed Jadis, gave her this cursed life. Eve's blood is what will take it from her.'

Realization dawns over both our faces and before Peter can stop me, I run my left hand over the sharp edge of his sword. The metal cuts open my skin and I hiss in pain but don't stop until my hand reaches the point, smearing my blood over the blade.

I look in Peter's eyes, clutching my wounded hand against my chest and we nod in understanding.

Peter focusses on Jadis who looks on in a patronizing way. Even though Aslan had spoken rather loudly, she mustn't have heard him. 'A little blood can't stop me,' she says, but Peter ignores her and charges towards her.

Jadis cackles, not even bothering to raise her sword, and Peter stabs his sword right through her chest. The point comes out her back and Jadis' laugh stops abruptly. Her sword clatters out of her hands and she clasps them around the blade protruding her chest.

'No. . .' she whispers, but then her body turns into ice; her skin becoming even whiter than snow, translucent and she shatters in thousands of pieces when Peter draws back his sword. The ice scatters over the bloodied ground and I take a trembling breath.

Jadis is gone. For good.

Peter runs back to me with a relieved smile and we hug each other tightly.

The battle around us has died down but the wailing of Rabadash suddenly rips through the air. Peter and I break apart our hug and turn our attention towards the Tisroc.

Susan stands next to him, her expression grim and one boot placed on his back. One her hands is curled around the arrow shaft and she twists it around once more, causing Rabadash to scream in pain again.

Aslan walks towards the pair, his soft paws almost inaudible on the ground and he looks with understanding brown eyes up to Susan.

'My daughter,' he says. 'I know of the pain residing in your heart, but let it not destroy your gentleness.'

Susan stares down at Rabadash with harsh eyes, but then she blinks a few times and rips her gaze away from him, meeting Aslan's kind eyes instead. Tears fill her eyes and she lets go of the arrow shaft. She steps away from the Tisroc and collapses into Caspian's arms who makes his way over towards her.

He mutters soothing words and gently strikes her hair as he holds her tight with his other hand on her lower back. Edmund and Lucy walk towards their sister as well and lay a comforting hand on each of her shoulders.

'Face me, Rabadash,' Aslan says with a low growl, and the Tisroc trembles as he pushes himself back on his knees, slowly turning around to face the lion.

'Never again shall your evil spread over this land. Time has taught you nothing, you run in circles like a rabbit animal, therefore an animal you will become once more.'

Rabadash tries to call out in fear but a donkey's bray leaves his mouth instead. His ears change into longer and more pointed ones, grey hair covering it all. His arms and legs change into hooves and his face grows longer as well; thicker at the top and larger eyed. Rabadash is a donkey once again, and this time forever.

The Calormenen soldiers stare perplexed at the donkey by Aslan's side while Caspian gives an approving nod.

'Serves him right,' he says and Rabadash the donkey brays again, the loud and harsh cry carrying far over the still land.

Susan sniffs, wiping away her tears as she slowly pushes herself out of Caspian's embrace.

Aslan turns to the Calormenen forces, his majesty radiating off his golden fur, spreading his goodness over the land.

'Your leaders are gone,' Aslan addresses the foreign soldiers who cross eyes with each other in concern.

'Return to Calormen for once and for all,' Aslan continues, his voice rumbling and reaching till the core of their bones, 'or face the judgement of the true Kings and Queens of Narnia.'

Caspian and Peter both straighten their backs as if to ready themselves for whatever judgement they will have to pass.

The Calormenen soldiers, however, take one look at the three Kings and the two Queens and decide to heed Aslan's warning. They put their scimitars in the leather scabbards, and give the King of Kings a small bow before turning around and leaving the battlefield with as much honour as they can muster.

Peter weaves his fingers through mine and pulls me with him towards the others.

We won, the battle is over!

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