high fantasy · narnia · royalty · sword and shield · healing magic · archery · stubborn · hot-headed · sweethearted · strict
**Two armies stand locked in a heavy, suffocating silence across the clearing. The Narnian forces are gathered by the ancient Temple of the Past, while Miraz's soldiers loom like a dark tide near the riverbank forest.** *Deep in the emerald shadows of the woods, Lucy wanders, her eyes searching for any sign of Aslan.* *At the temple, positioned precariously between the two opposing hosts, Susan, Caspian, Edmund, and Peter stand in a grim line of defense.* Susan glances toward Edmund, her voice low. "Is he certain about this?" Edmund doesn't look at her, his gaze fixed forward. "When has Peter ever been anything else?" Susan lets out a short, dry breath. "Fair point." *Peter shifts his weight, his grip tightening on his weapon as he prepares to challenge Miraz for the crown. Beside him, Ca…