"Have you ever thought about love?"
"No..."
"Er, yes, I am thinking about how much I fell in love with you, friend! Mind error!" She thought messily.
.
A love that was betwixt two girls. Girls.
.
Ely BROWN had a whole mansion to herself. With co...
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They find each other quite irritating but interesting at times.
But Ely wasn't gonna forgot and forgive so fast.
"Oh no way in hell, she's gonna slither back into my garden that quickly? Without even an apology nevertheless? Ugh, those people really get my gears turnin'." Ely muttered, pulling a sword from a dead soldier's heart.
"Now, is this soldier a faithful Narnian or a traitor? I can't even spot the differences in the sword or soldier!" Ely mumbled, inspecting the winsome weapon.
This winning weapon will definitely give us a win, Ely thought.
She could hear the calls and worries just radiating from the family.
Ely realized though, she didn't care if she got killed.
So she went out with the blood and blood thirst surrounding her.
Sometime, during that time, she lost track after she told the witch "you White Bitch" because she had to just sit there after she received a slash to her thigh, she heard a scream from familiar person.
"Are you brave or stupid!?" Asked Lucy in tears.
"I guess both." Ely mumbled, shrugging.
"Shh, shh, shh." Lucy ushered.
"Don't imagine, don't imagine; only imagine the good, me." Lucy smiled down at her with watery eyes.
She caressed Ely's face.
"I'm so sorry, Ely. I-I don't know how I let you go alone. But you deserve to know," said Lucy, hyperventilating.
Ely stared into Lucy's eyes.
"I didn't want to go because I was jealous and mad about Edmund and you." Lucy whispered.
"Though...it's not an excuse, it's true." She told Ely.
"All right. I...I don't want to die mad, I'm not mad." Ely confirmed.
"I'm going to miss my Angel of the Sun-"
"No! No! No! Where's my cordial!" Lucy screamed.
Peter picked up Lucy and held her tight.
"It's okay, it's okay." Peter comforted, rubbing her shoulders.
"No! It's not-" Lucy screaming, thrashing.
"What?" Edmund mumbled to himself, hearing odd screams.
A slash was attempted at Edmund's neck, but he ran when the cries of Lucy of the name, 'Ely.'
"Ely! I-I-I told you, Susan!" He blamed.
Susan was taken aback, but said nothing, nothing.
"Ely...?" He asked.
"Oh Peter let her hold Ely at the very least."
Peter let go, realizing, it's be better if Lucy held Ely, and Ely was held by Lucy.
"Shh..." Lucy comforted, cradling Ely.
"Here-here. Take this daisy," smiled Lucy.
"From me."
Ely relaxed in her arms and closed her eyes gently.
"A dainty daisy...Ely? Ely-Ely..." Lucy cried into her neck, masking her messy face from the world.
When Lucy looked up, she saw her siblings working together.
Susan killed the barriers of soldiers the White Witch had surrounded around her.
All while Peter protected Edmund as he detached the head of the witch.
Her last words echoed for all to listen.
"I'll have that girl in Hell!"
It made Lucy jump.
She then looked up at the mountains, the majestic lion sat, waiting.
"Aslan...we need you now." She prayed.
His gaze came from the battlefield to little Lucy.
Lucy looked down at Ely, for whatever reason, then looked where he once sat, and he disappeared from the face of the earth.
A roar that a giant couldn't even muster sieged the land, stopping everyone.
Aslan bounced on the carcass of the witch, her letting out one final shrill scream. Everyone jumped because they were expecting her to already be dead.
He then continued on, nodding to the children and warriors who all contributed greatly.
"You did well." He said, loud enough for each in the battlefield to hear, and even the cowards that escaped to the forest behind them.
He slowly walked to Lucy, preparing herself to hear Aslan himself.
"Aslan." She said, trying to smile.
"Hello, my child," greeted he.
"And what of this child of mine?"
"She was wounded too badly and fatally, Aslan." Lucy frowned, looking down at her frozen face.
"Oh," said he. "Let me see her more clearly."
He stepped closer, and so did the other Pevensie siblings.
"My child, don't worry, I'm here." He breathed, blowing air onto Ely's face.
"Has he just blown raspberries on her face?" Peter asked. "Peter, I swear to god." Edmund stressed. "Blasphemy sayer." Peter scoffed.
The girl cradled by Lucy, and caressed by Aslan, stayed still for a moment, waking when she felt his paw placing a daisy on her chest.
"Aslan?" She mumbled, she threw herself at him.
"Oh oh, I'm sorry. May I hug you? Since you saved my life and all..." Ely shrugged.
"Of course. But ask first; better to be safe than sorry." Aslan confirmed.
Ely nodded into his mane.
"Can I join?" Asked Lucy.
And soon the Pevensies and Ely hugged Aslan tight.
"All right, children, the travel has to begin before tea time." He laughed, though nuzzling into their grips farther.
