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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As we strolled along the shoreline, a rowboat emerged in the distance, gradually drawing closer to our view.
Abruptly, two men aboard the boat stood, grappling with a tied-up dwarf, seemingly intent on tossing him into the water.
Reacting swiftly, Susan sprang into action, swiftly readying her bow and notching arrows. With precision, she aimed her shots at the sides of the rowboat. The arrows landed deliberately, creating a loud thud against the vessel's wood, causing the two men to freeze in their tracks.
Their actions halted as they turned their attention toward us, their expressions marked by surprise and uncertainty.
"Drop him!" Susan's voice rang out, sharp and urgent, causing me to glance at her briefly.
"Oh, that's not..." I began, my words tapering off as the two men abruptly hurled the dwarf into the water. Without hesitation, the Pevensie boys reacted, swiftly diving into the water to aid the struggling dwarf.
Meanwhile, the other man knelt and drew a crossbow, a threatening move that demanded swift action. Reacting promptly, I extended my arms towards them, channeling my powers to encase the crossbow in a sheet of ice.
Simultaneously, Susan, standing beside me, swiftly loosed an arrow, piercing the man's chest. He staggered backward, collapsing into the water, while his companion chose to dive in, fleeing with his comrade.
Emerging from the water, Peter took charge, swiftly hauling the tied-up dwarf away from the water's edge, ensuring his safety.
Meanwhile, Edmund, displaying his characteristic strength and determination, worked diligently to pull the rowboat, previously occupied by the two men, ashore. With a determined effort, he maneuvered the vessel onto the beach, securing it firmly on the sand.
Gathering together at the center of the shore, Peter gently laid the dwarf down on the sand, ensuring his safety after the ordeal. Lucy swiftly moved beside the dwarf, her demeanor focused and determined, as she knelt down and skillfully used her dagger to free the dwarf from the ropes that bound his wrists.
Meanwhile, Edmund, his clothes soaked from the water, joined my side, his breaths coming in ragged pants.
The dwarf's first words, "Drop him?" echoed the moment he freed himself from the cloth gag.
We exchanged glances, a mix of surprise and curiosity flickering among us before our attention centered back on the dwarf.
"That's the best you can come up with?" he quipped, his tone filled with mild sarcasm.
"A simple 'thank you' would suffice," Susan retorted, her response tinged with a touch of reproach.
"They were doing fine drowning me without your help," the dwarf grumbled, prompting an eye-roll from me at his lack of gratitude.
