I urged Aslan into a kanter and I rode at the gates. The Guards there hurried to throw the gates open, for the Silver Dragons were well known throughout the land as the best force the Kingdom has to offer. It was also known that they acted under one and only one master, the master who also trained them, and that was me. So the guards knew that if the Silver Dragons were on the move then it was on my orders, they dare not disobey.

We thundered under the arched entrance, through the town and as we passed a few of the windows were thrown open as people watched us go by awestruck. I felt the pavement change to a dirt path under Aslan’s hooves. I grin and urge him into a gallop, calling back to the Elves, “We camp at sunset.”

“Yes Captain.” Vairyin said.

We rode in silence for a while and I took that time to admire the world around me and to ask if I was acting immature, riding off into battle to escape my father. I had an inner war with myself about whether my father was right and I should marry one of those princes. That would certainly get my on my father's good side, but did I want to be there? Did I want to please the father that abandoned me after my mother had died? No! I am my own person, I am not a pawn waiting for orders. I am Princess Angel, Silver Dragon, daughter of the Gold Dragon, voice to the people and peaceful warrior of the Kingdom of Qusal. I look out at the passing trees and smile with confidence.

As time past and the sun rose above our heads I could feel Aslan start to slow down. I pull back on my rains taking Aslan from a gallop to a kanter to a trot and finally to a walk the others following my lead. I look behind me and notice that the other horses were starting to get weary as well.

I look at Alec, “We should take a break and water our horses or they won't make it to the next town.”

“Alright captain,” he said and turning his horse he went over to Vairyin conveying my orders. I leap down off of Aslan and lead him over to a nearby tree where I tie him to a big branch.

I shiver slightly and pull down my cloak from Aslans back. It was an amored cloak, it looked white but glittered in the sun from all of the tiny silver threads in the stitching. It looked majestic and protective so it worked for being a princess and a commander. The fur outlining it was thick enough to hide several small blades and the deep hood was able to hide my face enough that no one knew where I would strike.

I wrap it around myself and pulling the hood up I breath in its warmth Then from across the road I hear a shout, “Bandits!”