The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)

Chapter 19

Water dripped slowly onto her shoulder, a wet patch forming on her dress. Gross. If only she could move, then she might be able to fix this horrible mistake. But she was stuck, siting straight-backed and rigid in the icy throne her mother had conjured.

Conjured.

Ugh. Makes her sound like a children's magician. But she was far from that. She was dangerous, more so than you can ever imagine. More so than anyone, even Aslan, could ever dream. The words her mother spoke still churned through her head like the river rush, crashing into every barrier she built until it broke.

"You, my dearest, won't just sit and watch your beloved country turn to ashes. You will burn it to the ground. One person at a time. And you will be powerless to stop it."

Her mother knew. Her mother knew that Evelyn knew. And Evelyn was terrified.

Was Evelyn really that powerful?

Of course she was!

She knew that from the training sessions her mother forced her into. That was the only time she was allowed to move.

She remembered the first session, in which she had used the freedom to try and get rid of some of the witch's army. Her mother had noticed this, and every day, she would place her weakest soldiers around the training area, unbeknownst to the girl, as she watched Evelyn take more and more lives, slowly but surely becoming the monster she had been before.

At the start, she had bewitched her into anger and despair, strengthening what there already was, until Evelyn pushed it all out in a few raw and powerful surges of emotion.

Hurt.

Confusion.

Anger.

So much anger.

But now, the enchantment was not needed, for the beast driven by loyalty and hurt, convinced that this was how she could defeat the evil, had risen once again. The sparks that were slowly turning to ashes, had relit into a roaring flame.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the shards of ice, slowly melting, had become dangerous tools once again, river refrozen, fire snuffed out.

Yes, that would be much more suitable.

And so, it was close.

Soon.

Very soon, the witch would be ready.

Very soon, Narnia would die.

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Noah trained extra hard in the days that followed.

So did Hadre and Peter.

Susan and Ed too.

Lucy spent most of her time with the healers. Every so often she would go and practice with Susan, and her knife-throwing skills were now unnecessarily good, but mostly she just learned how to heal.

It was extremely useful, even though it was only preparation days.

Every time Noah would get a cut from his sword during his training with Hadre, for he was extremely clumsy all of a sudden, she could heal him.

Every time Hadre lost his temper and ended up getting hurt in a fight (normally because someone insulted Evelyn), she could help him.

Every time Peter got distracted in sparring practice, she could heal his injuries.

She was a good listener, and maybe that was why people always came to her instead of the other healers. It was only for minor injuries of course, but maybe they came to her because their physical injuries weren't always the ones that needed healing.