Once, there were four children who stood at an underground train station. They had just returned from a land called Narnia but nobody around them was aware that they ever had left. The children thought that their adventure was over. After all, it wa...
The Pevensies were knocked down yet again by Camus' magic powers but they were relentless. He was taking it easy on them, playing with them once more before he could seek out the victory for himself.
"You won't win," he mocked.
"Not alone, we won't," Susan shouted back at him.
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Edmund's eyes shot right towards Camus' feet. He pulled himself up once more and charged at the old sorcerer and tried to get him to the ground while Susan shot her arrows at him, which only dissolved into mist when they came in contact with Camus.
"Old tricks of yours," He stopped Edmund and pushed him back against a tree.
"Ed!" Susan shouted.
Peter knew he had to get into there. "Lucy," Peter turned to face her with his back to Camus. He then handed her Rhindon. "Go."
"What?"
"You can get past and reach Aslan's table. We will distract him. Don't worry, we can handle ourselves," He smiled at Lucy's face of worry.
She nodded. She knew the stakes in hand - the future of Narnia. What happened to them would not matter if there was no Narnia. She looked at him once more, Rhindon in her grasp, he only nodded in response.
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Lucy took her dagger and gave it to him. He would be defenseless without Rhindon, so he needed something. Peter ran over to Edmund and helped him up while Lucy took that opportunity to trick Camus into thinking that she was helping her brother as well. He whispered a new plan to them and then, they attacked Camus at the same time, Lucy running towards the table, but Camus flicked his hand and all three fell back.
"Bloody..." Edmund saw Susan's disapproving look. "Bloody heck," Edmund groaned.
"We have no power over his magic," Peter whispered to himself. "Have the swords at the ready," he informed his siblings as he looked on.
"Peter, what are you-" Susan started after reading his face, a face she has seen many times before. A face when he had a secret plan of his own.
He stood up eyeing Camus. "You are right," he said.
