Royal Protector [Narnia]

Chapter VI: Melting Point

"Mentally we're all still in our twenties ruling over a land of mythical creatures, it'll take time to adjust."

"Still I dare say you could do with these." He chuckled jovially as Lucy surged foreword,

"Presents." Santa nodded retrieving Lucy's gifts,

"The juice of the fireflower, one drop will cure any injury." Lucy observed the present as well as reviving a small dagger,
"And I hope you never have to use this." Lucy nodded smiling gleefully,

"Thank you Sir, I think I could be brave enough." Santa nodded with a smile, before retrieving the next set of presents,

"I'm sure you could, battles are ugly affairs." He called Susan foreword a bow and quiver in hand,

"Susan, trust in this bow, and it will not easily miss." Susan gazed up at him,

"What happened to battles are ugly affairs?" The man chuckled at the girls words passing her a horn,

"You don't seem to have a problem making yourself heard, but blow on this, where ever you are, and help will come." Her eyes grew soft as she thanked him returning subconsciously to Enzo's side,

"Thank you." He nodded turning his attention toward Peter,

"Peter, the time to use these may be near at hand." He nodded revealing the scintillating metal of the sword,

"Thank your sir." Santa nodded slowly his words cautious,

"These are tools, not toys, bear them well and wisely." Peter nodded retreating backwards,

"And Enzo, if the prophecy proves correct, you shall need this, wield it wisely and it shall never fail you." A sword befell his hand the lion pommel scintillating against the rays of light slowly hitting at the bitter Narnian landscape.

"Thank you, Sir." The man nodded retreating toward his sleigh still jovial as he spoke

"Now I must be off, winter is almost over, and things do pile up when you've been gone a hundred years, long live Aslan and Merry Christmas!" The group bid their goodbyes loudly calling to the jolly man.

"Its almost over, you know what that means? No more ice." The group hurried toward the river, glaciers breaking from the sheet of ice that once possessed the barrelling body of water,

"We need to cross now!" Enzo spoke, pushing for the group to quicken their pace,

"Don't beavers make damns?" Lucy queried observing the beavers hopefully,

"I'm not that fast dear." Enzo chuckled hoisting Lucy into his back, as Susan grasped his hand, and their began the descent to cross, the vicious body of water,

"Come on." Peter pulled Susan toward the river, the latter's refusal to peruse the pathway irritating,

"Stop, can we not just think about this, for a minute?!" Peters head turned to toward his sister, aggressively arguing their quickened approach,

"We don't have a minute." Susan's eyes softened at his tone, gripping Enzo's hand in comfort as she defended her trepidation,

"I'm just trying to be realistic." Susan defended, affronted at Peter's volume and tone,

"No your trying to be smart, as usual." Enzo shook his head Peter's comment pushing him beyond his usual silence,

"Peter! That is enough." The eldest Pevensie observed Enzo silently, the boys clenched jaw and harsh eyes prompting his silence.

A loud howl echoed in the distance, Susan trailing behind Enzo and Lucy, terrified at the sound of an imposing threat. The reached the water briskly, ice holding itself together narrowly, creaking intermittently.

"Wait maybe I should go first." Enzo nodded, Lucy falling from his back into Peters comforting embrace,

"You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?" Mrs Beaver spoke anxiously avoiding the subject of her husbands potential peril,

"We'll you never know which meals going to be your last, especially with your cooking." Enzo chuckled, an arms protectively embracing Susan as she stood terrified amongst her siblings.

They began their journey, narrowly avoiding the cracks of the icebergs breaking off, "If mum knew what we were doing."

Peter turned to face Susan his voice laced with malice as he grew tired of his sister constant trepidation, "Mums not here."

Lucy's eyes trailed the sight of the wolves cornering them, "Oh no!" Enzo's eyes found a similar sight his own language less polite,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The wolves cornered them, unsteady feet balancing amongst the tumultuous waters intermittently breaking of glaciers of ice, neither side of the river safe from canine attack.

A wolf grasped Mr Beaver tightly in his jaw, Enzo instinctively unsheathing his sword, the metal glistening against the inbounding sun.

"Put that down boy." The rough voice of Maulgrim interrupted eyeing both Peter and Enzo with malicious intent.
"Someone could get hurt."

Enzo clenched his jaw, eyeing the wolf dangerously, his eyes flickering to Mr Beaver concerned,

"Don't worry about me, run him through!" Enzo nodded prepared to make use of the weapon, causing his aching muscles,

"Leave now while you can, and your brother leaves with you." Enzo growled anomalistically under his breathe,

"He's lying the witch would never honour a deal like that." Susan sighed her expression desperate,

"Stop, maybe we should listen to him." The wolf chuckled edging closer,

"Smart girl." Enzo's eyes glazed over Mr Beaver still beholden to the harsh jaw of the wolf,

"Stop, don't listen to him, kill him, kill him now!" Enzo nodded Susan clutching his coat desperately trying to coax him to see reason,

"Oh come on, this isn't your war, all me Queen wants is for you to take your family and go." Enzo shook his head, refuting his words,

"And you expect us to believe the words of a species that are traitors to Narnia?!" Susan sighed tugging at his shirt, shouting desperately,

"Look just because some man in a red coat, hands you a sword, that doesn't make you a hero, just drop it." Enzo refuted her statement sword bared viciously,

"One more step Maulgrim." The wolf cackled, sensing the wavering bravery of the eldest Pevensie, despite his caution while facing Enzo,

"No Peter, Narnia needs ya, gut him while you still have a chance." Peters hand trembled, fear seeping through his expression,

"What's is gonna be, son of Adam, I won't wait forever, and neither will the river."

(A/N Enzo's Sword)