( 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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A bear suddenly charged at Lucy—not with the gentle nature one might expect of a Narnian creature, but with ferocity and desperation. Its wild eyes and savage intent left no trace of the kindness or warmth Narnia once promised, only the threat of harm.
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 sorrow tugged at my heart as the creature fell, its powerful form collapsing lifelessly upon the ground. What had once been a force of strength and spirit now lay motionless, a shadow of what it had been.
Yet beneath the weight of regret, a quiet resolve took hold. My choice had been born of necessity, a sacrifice in the heat of the moment—made to shield Lucy, no matter the 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 fallen bear, his bow in hand, studying the lifeless form with sharp, cautious eyes.
"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 staggered back in surprise as the bear’s lifeless body suddenly crystallized, its form hardening into a gleaming statue of ice.
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, burdened by the weight of having taken a Narnian life.
Then, a whisper reached me—a gentle nudge that drew me from my thoughts. I answered with a faint hum, acknowledging the speaker.
