Fearless • P. Pevensie

Susan

I race down the hill, leaving Beetee at the top in confusion. He's got no idea what the horn means, and they've been told to keep themselves on their side of the hill. He doesn't want to risk starting a war between us and Aslan's army, and that's fine.

But Susan is in trouble.

I race across the landscape, dodging through workers from Aslan's army and nearly tearing through tents. I'm scolded a few times by people before they realize who I am. I don't have time for apologies, however, as I race to get to her before it's too late.

I couldn't save Edmund. He was already lost. But I can't lose Susan, too. Not when we're this close.

I tear through the river, raising my sword from its sheathe as I approach. Three wolves have cornered Lucy and Susan, who hide up in a tree.

"Ah. If it isn't the little Narnian princess. There's no ice here to save you, girl. You'd best get to running." The wolf teases me, stalking around me in circles as they've lost interest in the sisters.

"If it isn't the Witch's lackey." I scoff, holding my sword to him as the other wolves bark and bear their teeth at me. "An alpha like yourself shouldn't be heeding the commands of anyone. Much less your so-called queen." I tell him.

"You'll pay for your words." He threatens. A wolf lunges, but I've already been through this long enough with the wolves. I raise my sword so that his teeth are blocked by it, wherein I bring up my leg and kick him away.

He lands on the stones of a river with a whimper, the other two wolves still circling me as before. 

"You've learned some new tricks, I see." The wolf laughs.

"Rose! Rose, watch out!" Susan calls to me, the third wolf getting back up and lunging for me again. I jump to the side, leaving the wolf to skid to a stop as he'd just narrowly missed me.

"And they call you brave." The wolf mocks me. "How brave is it to let your friends die because you can't kill?"

Water splashes, bringing all of our attentions to the river. I look up, seeing Peter approaching, before returning to staring down the wolves. I made the mistake last time of not paying enough attention. I won't make that mistake again.

"Get back!" He shouts at the wolves, crossing over to me and jumping ahead of me.

"Peter, careful." I warn him, turning around with my sword as well. There's three of them, which means we can't possibly have eyes on all of them at the same time.

"Come on. We've already been through this before. We both know you haven't got it in you!" He taunts us, them circling us as I can't find where the third one's gone.

"Peter, watch out!" Susan calls.

I turn, one of the wolves about to pounce. Before it can, though, Aslan appears. He steps his mighty paw onto the creature, looking up at the two of us.

Narnian soldiers from Aslan's army come out from the woods into the river. Oreius wields an iron sword as he approaches in full battle armour.

"No! Stay your weapons." Aslan commands them. "This is their battle."

My attention turns back to the wolf. Peter deals with the alpha, though the one in front of me has got to be about the same size. My eyes squint in recollection, seeing a wide gash across the wolf's chest.

He's the one I fought on the river. The one who mauled my legs and my arm. That's the cut I left along his chest! I suppose if I made it through the river in one piece, he easily could have as well.

"What now, little queen?" He laughs. His voice is deep, almost maniac as he stares me down. I press my back up against Peter's, looking for any sense of stability as the fight presses on.