( 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 )
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...
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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, wrestling with a bound dwarf, their intent clear—they meant to hurl him into the water.
Without hesitation, Susan leapt into action. Her bow was in her hands in an instant, an arrow notched and ready. With calm precision, she released two shots, each striking the sides of the rowboat with a resounding thud.
The men froze mid-motion, their grip on the dwarf loosening as they turned toward us, faces etched with shock 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 dropped to one knee and raised a crossbow, a menacing gesture that called for quick response. Without hesitation, I thrust out my hands, summoning my power to seal the weapon in a casing of ice.
At the same moment, Susan, steady at my side, loosed an arrow that struck the man in the chest. He stumbled back and fell into the water, while his companion dove in after him, retreating with his wounded comrade.
Peter emerged from the water, taking charge as he quickly pulled the bound dwarf to safety, away from the lapping waves.
Meanwhile, Edmund, displaying his characteristic strength and determination, worked diligently to pull the rowboat, previously occupied by the two men, ashore. With steady effort, he hauled it onto the beach, securing it firmly in the sand.
Gathering at the center of the shore, Peter carefully laid the dwarf on the sand, making sure he was safe after the struggle. Lucy hurried to his side, her expression calm but intent, 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 chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
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.
