The abandoned columns were surrounded by ivy, and the entrance guarded by the cruel looking Minotaurs. Beasts who were known for their temper and mass. It was a dark day. The creatures were filled with paranoia as I they stared at the woods waiting for the Telmarine army to barge through and slaughter them all over again. I fear that could be understood. They could only assume the Telmarine army would arrive in the next few days.

The Dwarves were busying themselves with creating the armour and weapons for themselves and the species they were fighting with. The talking creatures such as the rodents and those skilled with foraging were collecting herbs and bandages for after the war to heal the wounded. The creatures large enough were snarling and growling, eager for a fight. The Centaurs were talking amongst one another, whispering about the war, like all the creatures were.

Meanwhile, King Peter was swinging his sword a few ways from the creatures as he spoke with King Edmund. He made sure to help his brother gather more skills with the sword and shield. Queen Susan was staring at a target as she drew her bowstring back and breathed deeply, worrying about her siblings and the upcoming war. Queen Lucy was helping the animals with gathering herbs and supplies to help with healing once the battle was over. She truly was a sweet sole. Prince Caspian sat in the grass, twirling a blade around his finger in thought, thinking deeply about his father and where he came from.