Her Legacy

CHAPTER FIVE

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When they finally arrive where the snow ends, they hang their wet coats on the low branches of some trees, well, Hera almost threw hers at how heavy it is with a slight frown while the others laugh at her silly expression.

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They all gasp when they saw a camp at the far end where they are now and a slight excitement building on Hera's heart. A thrill that neither her brother experienced.

She had no magic and yet here she is, in a magical land, very much far away from her brother and from the danger he's in.

But danger was still chasing her even in another world, when she remembered the Witch's obsessive plan to kill them.

Gone with a mad dark wizard who killed her parents now there's a witch who want her head.

A centaur spotted four humans with two beavers walking towards their camp, he took his horn and blew it as hard as he could.

A gush of wind that blew a dozen of petals touched Hera's cheeks. When she followed the flying Petals and saw, at a distance, a wood fairies with wind fairies, at least it is fairies she thinks, waves at her. She vaguely heard them called her 'You're majesty' and she smiled at them waving back and tried to catch at the others.

They reluctantly stepped forward when all the creatures stopped at what they were doing just to gasp and gawk at them.

Lucy held her hand tighter as they looked around the camp. Most of them were a person with the human part above and a horse on below, a creature like what Lucy explained that Mr. Tumnus looked like, a faun.

Hera tried to smile while Susan and Lucy found it funny.

"Why are they all staring at us?" Hera asked.

"Maybe they think you look funny" Lucy replied making Susan and Peter chuckle when a smile fell from Hera's lips and gave Lucy, who was giggling at her, a playful glare.

"Har har. Very funny, Lu "she answered. They suddenly noticed that everyone they saw at the entrance followed them at the very front.

They stopped steps away from a tent that looks more majestic than the others. Peter looks at the Centaur who had a sword in his waist. Looking at them expectantly.

"Go on" Mr. Beaver whispered to Peter. 

"How about you go first again" Whispered peter.

"No, Sons of Adam before Animals" Mr. Whispered back. Peter gulped and looked at Hera who raised her eyebrow at him.

"Hera. What about you? Ladies first" He whispered. 

"You're the eldest, you do it. I'm a year younger than you" She whispered back.

The more they they on and on about it the more awkward they felt. Peter had no choice, he felt that it was really up to him. 

He drew his sword and raised it to the salute. 

"We have come to see Aslan "he said. The centaur looked at the tent, and after a few seconds, all of the people wearing armor bowed to their knees. They look back in confusion and panic, they look back at the front and see a figure walking out.

It wasn't a person but an animal.

Big and Majestic Lion.

In front of them was the True King Narnia.

Hera couldn't help but gape and mesmerized at the beauty of Aslan. He was, undeniably, the most beautiful Lion she had seen. The most majestic and regal posing Lion she had ever met.