𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
⸻ Cordelia Winterbourne's ordinary life with her mother was shattered by the onset of war, prompting Cordelia's mother to make a gut-wrenching decision by sending her daughter away for a while to keep her safe.
However, fate had a di...
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We finally made it down to the river, and the sight was daunting. It seemed perilous to cross, but we had no other option; otherwise, the wolves would catch us.
"It's so unfortunate. The river's been frozen for a hundred years, why thaw now?" I voiced, my brows knitted in concern as we stared at the melted ice.
Peter approached cautiously, placing his foot on the ice to test it, but immediately retreated as the fragile ice shifted beneath his weight.
"Wait. Maybe I should go first," the beaver suggested and Peter agreed.
The beaver then started to test the ice in which one was solid enough to step.
"You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?" the female beaver said.
"Well, you never know which meal's gonna be your last. Especially with your cooking," the beaver replied and continued to what he was doing.
Peter then started the lead, following the beaver's steps with us behind him. He was protectively holding Lucy while Susan was the same to me.
Lucy let out a shriek as the ice beneath her shifted.
"If Mum knew what we were doing..." Susan began, but Peter spun around, looking irate.
"Mum's not here!"
"Oh no!" Lucy screamed, and we all instinctively followed her gaze, only to see the approaching wolves.
"This couldn't be worse timing," I muttered, feeling the urgency. Peter urged us to run.
Our fear of traversing the fragile ice was overridden by the adrenaline coursing through our veins as we hurriedly crossed it.
But it was too late; the wolves had surrounded us. We attempted to retreat, only to realize we were trapped in the middle of the melted river with nowhere to go.
The beaver bravely stepped forward, trying to appear intimidating, but one of the wolves attacked, sinking its teeth into the beaver's skin, and pinned him against the ice.
"Peter!" Lucy yelled in panic. Peter, uncertain of what to do, unsheathed his new sword and aimed it at the wolf.
"Put that down, boy," the wolf ordered, but Peter ignored the warning. "Someone could get hurt."
"Don't worry about me!" said the beaver, "Run him through."
"Leave now while you can, and your brother leaves with you," the wolf proposed. I let out a scoff in response.
"And we're supposed to just trust your word?" I spat.
"Stop, Peter! Maybe we should listen to him!" Susan exclaimed.
"Are you insane, Su? That wolf has your brother. Why would you even consider listening to him?" I expressed, my disbelief evident.
"Smart girl," the wolf sneered before shifting his attention to me. "Ah, it's good to see you again, Cordelia... or should I say Seraphina?"
His words caught me off guard, leaving me frozen in disbelief.
"Don't listen to him! Kill him! Kill him now!" the beaver urged, ignoring the wolf's bite on his neck.
The wolf edged closer, his voice dripping with menace. "Come now, this isn't your war. All my Queen desires is for you to take your family and go."
Suddenly, a tingling sensation surged through my right hand, drawing my attention downward. To my astonishment, a crystal ice sword formed in my grasp out of thin air.
I gazed at it in awe, raising it toward the wolf, mirroring Peter's stance. The wolf, however, stared back at me with a mix of shock and astonishment.
Susan interjected, turning to her brother, "Look, just because some man in a red coat hands you a sword doesn't make you a hero! Just drop it!" she exclaimed, casting her glance between us.
"Susan, they mean to end us!" I shouted, my gaze fixed on the wolf.
"No, Peter, Cora! Narnia needs you!" the beaver cried out.
"What shall it be, Seraphina and Son of Adam? I won't wait forever, nor will the river," the wolf persisted with a resolute tone.
I glanced to our left and observed the ice wall beginning to crumble.
Turning my gaze back to the wolf, I remarked, "You can relay a message to your queen—she can take a hike," just before plunging my sword into the ice beneath us.
"Peter!" I exclaimed, signaling for us to switch positions.
"Grab hold of me!" he shouted, and as we did, the collapsing ice created a torrent of cold water. The ice we stood on fractured into a circle, and we swiftly swam away from the encroaching wolves.
We faced a bit of a struggle but managed to finally come to a halt on the nearby land, stepping onto it.
The odd thing is, I didn't feel the coldness a bit.
I spun around as Susan exclaimed, "What have you done?"
I gasped in horror when I spotted Peter holding Lucy's coat, but she was nowhere to be seen. Peter looked at me, his face filled with guilt and worry, while Susan called out for their sister.
"She has to be around here somewhere," I said, trying to reassure both myself and the two Pevensies. Suddenly, Lucy's voice chimed in.
"Has anyone seen my coat?" she asked, coming closer. Her siblings couldn't have looked more relieved.
"Don't you worry, dear," the beaver reassured her. Peter swiftly wrapped her coat around her shoulders. "Your brother's got you well looked after."
Taking a glance around, I noticed the snow was slowly thawing. "Looks like we won't be needing these coats anymore."
"Well, you seem like you've no use for it, my dear," remarked the female Beaver, which made me chuckle. It seemed they'd noticed I wasn't bothered by the cold, despite us being drenched from the river.
Continuing our journey to Aslan's camp, we treaded forward, each step carrying the weight of the recent events we'd encountered.
