SELCOUTH - P. PEVENSIE (1)

VIII. Epiphany

Epiphany - a moment of sudden revelation.

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"I have enough armor, Peter!" Lilith laughed, swatting the boys' hands away. He only looked at her darkly, tightening one side of it.

"I just want you to be safe," he complained, coming to stand in front of her. She softened her teasing smile a little, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"I don't think I could be more safe if I tried," He darkened again, so she let up. "Really, though. I'll be fine."

He grunted in response, leaning forward to kiss her. "If you stayed here you would be more safe." he mumbled against her lips, his hands grazing her sides.

"You are not going to convince me to stay here by kissing me!" she said indignantly, smiling against his mouth. He only rolled his eyes and kissed her again, pulling her closer. Maybe it was just her, but his kisses seemed a little urgent. If the leader didn't think they would make it, how was the army supposed to be confident?

"Peter," she whispered, pulling away to rest her forehead on his. "We'll have plenty of time for kisses after, yes?"

"But what if we don't?" His question made her shiver. So they were more urgent than before. She reached for the necklace she wore around her throat, unclasping it and pulling it into her hand.

"Here," She put it around his neck, tucking it under his chestplate. "I expect you to give that back after the battle."

"You can't-"

"I can, and I will," She put her hands on either side of his face, looking straight into his eyes. "I have every confidence that we can do this, Peter. And when we win, you'll be a great king, and I'll be by your side the whole time. Even if I'm not literally with you, I'm with you in here." She put a hand against his chest, over where his heart was. He moved one hand to put over hers, closing his eyes and sighing.

"I don't want to lose you."

She realized right then, standing in her tent, getting ready for a battle they may not win, that she loved him. She was in love with Peter Pevensie, and it wouldn't be fair to tell him, but she wanted to so bad. She sucked in a deep breath, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"You won't lose me."

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They had said goodbye maybe five times before Lilith actually sent Peter out of the tent. She was addicted to his presence as she had never been with anything else, and felt a looming sense of dread as soon as he left her. But they would win.

She wasn't allowed to be in the front with Peter and Edmund, something that annoyed her to no end. This was a rule Peter himself had created, wanting her to be as far from danger as possible. He let Ed be up front, though. It made her incredibly angry, but no matter what she said, she couldn't change his mind on it. He compared it to her giving her necklace to him, though how that connected she couldn't say.

Now she watched him talk to Oreius. She wished she could have told him that she loved him, but just in case they didn't make it out, she didn't. She loved him with every part of herself; the good, the bad, the neutral. They had to make it long enough for her to tell him.

"For Narnia! And for Aslan!"

At his cry, everyone rushed forward. Lilith lost sight of Peter and Edmund almost immediately. Her stomach dropped as a faun fell beside her, having been struck with an arrow by one of the dwarves. She ran with more force than she knew she had, throwing knives left and right. There were a couple times when one of the others cried out in their death, which made Lilith feel horribly guilty. But then she'd remember who she was doing it for, and the guilt would be washed away in place of him. He was the thing that kept her going; her love for him kept her standing, the memory of his touch kept her throwing, the music he made her feel kept her running. She had never known someone could do such a thing to her.

There was a roar from the plateau above, to which Lilith turned. There was Aslan, seemingly risen from the dead. Susan stood beside him, bow in hand; Lilith had to admit she looked a little scary with it. Lucy was running about, finding fallen soldiers to help with her healing cordial. Lilith smiled as she turned back to the battle, only to see Edmund and the White Witch facing off. He cut her scepter in half, the pieces shattering like glass. Her face was outraged. Before Lilith could shout a warning, she had reached out and stabbed him with the leftover bit in her hand. She heard Peter scream his brothers' name, enough incentive for her to run to them. There were very few obstacles on her way, only a handful of slashes at her, which were mostly blocked by her extensive armor. Peter and Jadis were fighting now, so Lilith pulled Edmund into her lap, gently smacking him to keep him awake.

"Susan! Lucy!" she called, hoping one of the sisters would aid them. They were both nearby, with Susan coming first. She let out a low cry as she pulled Edmund over to her lap, bending over to see his wounds. Lucy came next, her cordial already out. Aslan had come to help with Jadis, leaving Peter to join his family.

They all watched in grim anticipation as Lucy poured a drop in Edmund's mouth. There were a few seconds where nothing happened, and everything seemed to go quiet. Then Ed sucked in a deep breath, coughing a little. Peter's face lit up beside Lilith, the tears in his eyes flooding out in a quick rush.

"When will you just learn to do as you're told?" His smile did not befit his words, and he pulled Edmund into a tight hug. Lucy, Susan and Lilith all joined, wrapping their arms around each other in intense happiness. They all made it.

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tiny baby mini chapter. 

anyways, the beginning is my favorite part ever. cute. also, remember it. it's important in the sequel. hehehehe. 

sorry for posting two days in a row. except i'm not. love you all anyways. 

also, i'm aware the script is wrong. writing it based off of memory, remember? you get the general idea. 

hope you all have a great day/evening!

- cecily <3