What seemed like hundreds of hours, but was probably only half of one later, the three exited the tent.
Susan immediately sensed that something was up. The witch's face wore the biggest, most gloating and victorious smile possible, and as Aslan stepped up to the crest of the hill, his face full of relief and joy, those big, amber eyes, sang slow songs of sadness and despair.
"She has renounced her claim on the son of Adam's blood!" The great lions voice rang through the air, and a wave of calm softly blew through Susan, but she pushed it away.
Son of Adam?
But what about Evie?
She was sentenced to death too.
What's happening to Evie?
Where is Evie?!
The tall, curly haired girl had yet to reappear from the golden flaps of the tent.
As everyone around her celebrated, Susan started to panic. She laughed and cheered and hugged Edmund like everyone else, but inside, she couldn't think. She started looking wildly around, hoping against hope that Evelyn was somewhere, cheering and clapping and smiling her starlight smile. Susan wished she had a smile like Evie's.
But she was nowhere. Not running towards them for a hug, not roughing around with Noah, her brother...or the blonde guy. Who was he, anyway?
Never mind.
Where was Evie?
No-one else noticed. No-one else cared. Not even Peter, he was too engrossed in celebrating Ed's safety.
As Susan stood, mumbling something about water, she scanned over the rejoicing crowd, her eyes locking with a pair of deep brown ones.
For a second, she thought it was Evelyn, but her eyes were chocolate, and these were just deep.
Orieus.
His whole face was contorted with worry, and he shook his head subtly, silently telling her that he too, had no idea where she was.
"How do I know your promise will be kept?" The witch's voice echoed around, silencing everything.
Aslan roared, so strong, and so loud, that the witch stumbled back, landing on her butt in her portable throne.
The crowd laughed and jeered at Aslan's victory, but the witch had one last thing to say.
"No time for goodbyes, my dear, it seems we aren't wanted."
"That's right you aren't!" Peter shouted, beaming like crazy.
My dear? Susan questioned, before the realization hit her.
Oh no!
Not a peep more was made, as a certain tall, tanned, chocolate-haired girl gracefully stepped out of the tent, head down, and walked straight to the witches side.
Peters smile fell.
Edmunds mouth dropped.
Lucy looked like she was about to cry.
So did the blonde.
Noah was the worst though.
"Evie, what are you doing?" He asked gently.
"Evie!" He called when she didn't respond. "What's happening?"
"Noah..." she sounded heartbroken. "...I'm sorry. I love you."
She gazed around, her chocolate eyes focusing on each of them, lingering on Peters, and they seemed full of graceful misery and delicate sadness.
She looked like she might break.
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The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)
FantasyOC X Peter Pevensie Evelyn has always been different. Always out of place, never accepted. Always the one that got the blame. It didn't seem to matter that she had a heart of gold. No-one cared when it got broken. She was the bad guy, and she had no...
