Worthy Of Love | Edmund Pevensie

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ACT ONE; SCENE FIFTEEN —
THE CONTINUATION

SHE WATCHED WITH a whole load of hope in her heart as she saw Peter, Oreius and the entire Narnian army run forwards as if this was their ticket to entering the actual action. It was only then she experienced the pure feeling of panic and worry upon seeing the first three rows charge into the war — attacking the enemies almost instantly.

Before she could actually process what was going down just miles ahead of her, the Narnian's who were supposedly following her lead pulled their arrows into the air, waiting for her orders. She looked back at them before turning back around and aiming her bow higher as she remained alert for the opposite army to grow closer.

There was hundreds — maybe thousands — willing to fight for the White Witch herself, the sighting shocked Dolores as she wasn't expecting this many people to work alongside Jadis, the view almost made her feel sick to her stomach.

She caught a glimpse of Peter, causing her heart rate to slow, she couldn't hear anything, nothing at all, no screams, no cries, nothing but the sound of the thumping in her chest as everything around her seemed to move in slow motion. It was only when Peter's sword had slashed though one of the Minotaur's did everything find meaning again, her breath hitching as she called out to her friends behind her, "Ready? Steady your weapons!" she ordered, "Aim, and shoot!"

And with that a whole bundle of arrows had shot up into the sky from her fellow friends, making her smile as each one plunged into the chests of her enemies. Hers specifically landing into the arm of one of the dwarfs as she watched him slowly fall to his death causing him to die a painful, agonising demise considering the poison was quick to move into his system.

"Atta girl." Edmund smirked, as he moved closer to her ear, whispering this rather faintly allowing her, and her only to hear it.

She grinned at him before shrugging, "I mean yours was decent too." she began, "But no where near as good as mine."

He rolled his eyes playfully before turning back to the battle as far more creatures had soon turned up, "That's only because yours contain poison."

"No." she told him whilst scrunching her nose, "I'm just better than you, far better for your information."

Edmund was ready to dive into a playful argument with her upon hearing this, yet the army of the White Witch had grew closer in a matter of seconds meaning he had no time to do so. Instead, he raised his arrows once more waiting for the girls commands yet again, a smile crawling its way across her face as she demanded, "Again!"

She must admit she felt awfully bad for bringing harm upon these creatures, they too were Narnian's they just happened to find themselves on the wrong end of the stick. But she consisted on reminding herself that these had intention on hurting, mainly killing, her people, and that was one thing she would not stand for. So instead Dolores smirked as she witnessed the cryings and screams from the torture the Witches crew were being forced through — each one falling to their death, being left with nothing but an aching body and emptiness.

She had no time to talk as her legs had somehow began pacing down the cliffs without realisation of what she was about to put herself through. Edmund was quick to follow as he would not allow himself to be without her or for her to be out of sight from him as he needed to ensure she was well and very much alive. As the two reached the bottom of the hill they were soon faced with a number of enemies all coming at them from left to right. Edmund was lucky enough to have his sword by hand, slashing each one that dared to go against him, yet Dolores had to make do with her arrows. They weren't particularly the most handy of equipment when coming intact with the enemies themselves, yet they'd have to do for the time being.