❛ I NEVER GREW UP, IT'S GETTING TOO OLD ❜
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a lost princess of Narnia helps to take back the land of her parents, with the help of the four children she had vowed to despise the most
[ Peter Pevensie 𝒙 Fem!OC ]
𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐍 down the hill, still hand in hand towards the sound of Susan's horn. The two pulled their swords out of their scabbards, Charlotte albeit with more grace and confidence than Peter, and unlinked their hands. They ran through the small stream to a tree where Susan and Lucy were sat in, trying to keep their feet away from the wolves.
The wolves turned around at the sound of clanking metal all around them from the recruits of Aslan's army, including the two humans standing side by side with their swords pointed out in front of them.
"Oh come on, we've been through this before. We both know you haven't got in in you." Maugrim snarled.
"Peter, watch out!" Susan shouted when one of the wolves jumped away from Charlotte to Peter causing some of the centaurs to raise their weapons, until Aslan cut in.
"No, stay your weapons. This is Peter and Charlotte's battle." Weapons were lowered but were still held up should something happen to the two young royals.
"Together?" The red head turned to him, sword still held aloft.
"Together." He replied, redirecting his attention to the animal infront of him.
Charlotte swung her sword to it made a deep cut in the wolfs front leg, and used the opportunity of the creature's pain to stab her sword into its back, killing it instantly. As she pulled her sword way from the body, the sight of blood trickling down the grass to the stream and the drips falling off her crystal blade made her face drain any colour and her stomach started to churn. In an effort to distract her self, she turned her attention to Peter who still had his sword pointing towards the wolf.
"You may think that you're a king, but you're going to die... like a dog!" Maugrim leapt at Peter knocking him over, making Charlotte's breath hitch in her throat. He couldn't be dead, absolutely not, no way.
The Pevensie sisters seemed to have the same ideas, but decided to act upon their thoughts instead of standing to the side, face white with disgust and now, shock. The two girls pushed the lifeless wolf off their brother so the body rolled over, showing the stab wound leaking red liquid, making Charlotte feel progressively worse and worse. Peter shot up from his position of lying flat on his back on the ground and pulled his sisters into a desperate hug, clinging onto them looking like her never wanted to let them go. Charlotte stood a little way to the side, not wanting to intrude on their little family moment.
Aslan released the wolf he had kept a firm, but not deadly if it had to be, grip on, and commanded some of the centaurs, "Go, after him. He will lead you to Edmund. Peter, Charlotte, clean your swords."
The red head didn't need telling twice, anything to get the red away from her sight. She and Peter walked over to the little stream, and as they watched the blood trickle away and the red stains disappear, Charlotte congratulated him.
