Chapter 13 : The Deep Magic Will Be Appeased
We walk further into the forest with Aslan, a comfortable silence hanging between us. But, yet, there was something else in the air, a type of tension.
Aslan halts at the edge of the forest, hesitating before speaking.
"It is time." He sounds sad, almost like Es about to do something he'll regret. "From now on, I must go on
alone. Thank you Susan. Thank you Lucy. Thank you Ella. And farewell." Aslan purrs and he crosses over the tree line, heading away from us.
"Let's go back." I whisper, and Susan looks at me like I've got marbles for brains.
"But I'm worried, we should stay. Watch what happens." She replies, and grab her wrist trying to tug her back to camp.
"Aslan wanted us to go back Susan, there must be a reason." I say firmly, dropping her hand an pining back. "You have to trust him."
"Says the emotionless doll." She retorts and I feel like I've been stabbed in the side, and I wince before anger begins to boil beneath my skin.
"Why you little-!" I start, my voice rising, before Lucy shushes us and drags us over to a large shrub.
Aslan walks towards the stone table, down a stone path decorated with torches, as the creatures who are lining either side of the path point and jeer at him; they poke him with the buts of spears and laugh at him.
"Why doesn't he fight back?" Lucy says but Susan puts a finger to her lips, motioning for her to be quiet. I watch on in desperation, eager to do something to help him.
The Witch enters as once again my blood boils, she stand up on the Table wearing a jubilant expression, a knife held in her hand.
"Bind him. Wait. First let him be shaved." The Witch instructs and the crowd cheers.
Orcs move forward with knives and begin hacking at his mane, tugging it all off in messy clumps. I put a hand to my mouth.
No, no, no.
The creatures surrounding the table jeer and catcall even more, and I have the urge to slash every last one to pieces until nothing remains but the Witch begging at my feet.
They begin to bind him tightly with ropes, and he doesn't resist, even when the rope bruises his mangled fur, or rubs him raw.
"Tonight, the Deep magic will be appeased, but tomorrow, we will take Narnia, Forever!" She shouts to the crowd, they brandish clubs and spear in the air in celebration, before she looks to Aslan in pity.
"You know, Aslan, I'm a little disappointed in you. Did you really think that by giving your life you would save the Human boy? Ha." She looked disgusted, yet pleased with her self. "You are giving up your life, and saving no one. So much for love." She says and I feel anger boiling up inside me, how dare she? How dare she do this?
How. Dare. She.
"In that knowledge... Despair... and
DIE!" She screams raising the knife a over her head before she lowed it quickly, plunging it deep into Aslan's flesh; my hands shaking as I hold my sword hilt, tears pouring freely down my face.
Even from a distance I can pinpoint the exact moment Aslan dies, and I feel the heartbreak of my father and mother's death all over again.
"The great cat is DEAD!" The Witch announces and the crowd cheers loudly, like the Witch had just preformed some sort of miracle.
"General, gather your army and prepare for battle. However short it may be." She says to a cyclops and it
lets out a huge roar, before they all marched away.
Leaving the dead, broken form of Aslan lying on the stone table.
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We wait until the Witch and her minions are gone, to rush up to Aslan.
The girls seem afraid to touch him but I don't hesitate to curl up next to him and sob, my hands stoking at his hacked off mane and horrible patchy fur.
In my desperation I grab at Lucy, take her potion and attempt to feed him some of the potion, my hands shaking to much to even get the cap off.
"It's too late. He's gone. I'm sure he
knew what he was doing." Susan says to me, gently taking the potion out of my hands. "We have to go."
"I told you he wanted us to leave." I said, sniffing as I sat up next to the great lion, tenderly stroking his fur. "I told you and told you but you didn't listen."
"He's gone Elleanora, that can't be helped." Susan soothes, sitting next to me and drying my tears, like a mother would a child.
"He can't be gone." Lucy says through tears. "We can't just leave him here."
"Lucy there's not time. We have to tell
the others." Susan protests, pulling me up.
"The trees." Lucy says and I look at her in curiosity. "I can get the trees to tell them."
I look to Aslan after that, gazing over his patchy fur and hacked off mane before my tears bubble up again, raw pain and hurt filling my heart.
And I recognised it as the exact pain I felt when I got the message that dad died, wen I was old enough to understand where my mother was.
And it hurt, so damn much.
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