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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A bear charged toward Lucy, a stark contrast to the expected friendly Narnian demeanor. Instead, it appeared as a ferocious and desperate creature, intent on causing harm rather than offering the typical Narnian hospitality.
The two Pevensie boys hurried back to the boat to retrieve their swords, while Susan readied her weapon, her voice stern, "Stay away from her!"
However, despite aiming her weapon at the bear, Susan seemed hesitant. Edmund and I urged her to shoot, but she remained frozen in place.
Reacting purely on instinct, a crystalline ice dagger materialized within my grasp, guided by an urgent sense of protection. With a swift, forceful throw, the icy weapon pierced through the bear's chest.
A pang of deep sorrow tugged at my heartstrings, an overwhelming aftermath of the creature's sudden demise. The bear, now lifeless, collapsed upon the ground, its once powerful form now inert and motionless.
Yet, amidst the regret and sorrow, a steadfast resolve took root within me. The decision had been driven by an unyielding need to shield Lucy from harm, a sacrifice made in the heat of the moment to ensure her safety at any cost.
"Why wouldn't he stop?" Susan asked, still processing the recent events.
"I suspect he was hungry," Trumpkin replied as he walked toward Lucy and the lifeless bear, followed by me and the two Pevensie boys, leaving Susan behind.
Peter assisted his sister in standing and protectively embraced her, guiding her away from the lifeless bear, his sword at the ready.
Edmund instinctively positioned himself in front of me, protectively pulling me behind him, mirroring his brother's stance, both with swords drawn towards the motionless bear.
"Thank you," Lucy said, glancing at me, to which I responded with a smile, conveying a silent 'You're welcome.'
The dwarf circled the lifeless bear, meticulously inspecting it with his bow.
"He was wild," Ed remarked, his observation echoed by Peter. "I don't think he could talk at all."
"Get treated like a dumb animal long enough, that's what you become," Trumpkin explained. "You may find Narnia a more savage place than you remember."
Then he quickly stepped back in surprise as the lifeless bear abruptly transformed into a crystalline ice statue.
Silently, we pressed on with our journey, leaving behind the motionless bear, now frozen in place.
While the others conversed, lost in their own words, I remained silent, grappling with the weight of having taken a Narnian life.
A whisper broke through beside me, a gentle nudge pulling me from my reverie. I responded with a soft hum, acknowledging the speaker.
