( 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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The Telmarine soldiers, accompanied by the other Lords and Miraz himself, were en route to Aslan's How marching with a sense of purpose towards their destination.
Miraz led the procession at the forefront, now the reigning king, mounted on a white horse adorned in resplendent golden armor.
In a hushed command, he whispered to the girl riding beside him, her gaze fixed ahead with an expressionless face.
"You will eliminate anyone who obstructs our path, understood?" Despite her blank demeanor, she acknowledged Miraz's orders with a firm nod, displaying unwavering compliance.
At Aslan's How Peter and Lucy's conversation was abruptly halted when Edmund alerted them to a looming threat.
Before them, at a distance, a swarm of Telmarines gathered. The Pevensies stood witness, their expressions tense, as the soldiers and Lords readied themselves for an impending confrontation. The air was thick with tension.
Edmund's eyes widened in recognition as he caught sight of the figure he had been hoping to see.
"Cora?" Peter echoed Edmund's unspoken thoughts, his voice betraying a blend of surprise and concern as he gazed at the girl standing alongside the Telmarine forces. The unexpected sight of her among their enemies deepened their unease, adding an unexpected layer of tension and uncertainty to the already perilous situation.
As they convened inside, the group gathered to strategize and formulate a plan.
"Cakes and kettledrums. That's your next big plan?" Trumpkin questioned skeptically.
"Sending a little girl into the darkest parts of the forest? Alone!" Trumpkin protested vehemently against Peter's proposal to send Lucy into the forest.
"It's our only chance," Peter reasoned, trying to justify the decision.
"And she won't be alone," Susan interjected, stepping in to reassure Trumpkin.
Trumpkin gazed at the youngest Pevensie with a worried expression. "Haven't enough of us died already?" he questioned, his concern palpable.
The badger, seated beside Edmund who was still grappling with what he had witnessed earlier, interjected solemnly, "Nikabrik was my friend too. But he lost hope."
"Queen Lucy hasn't. And neither have I," the badger continued, emphasizing their resilience and determination.
Reepicheep unsheathed his small sword with resolve. "For Aslan," he proclaimed, his declaration echoed by the bear, signifying their unwavering commitment to the cause.
The moment hung heavy with silence until Trumpkin broke it. "Then I'm going with you."
"No, we need you here," Lucy replied, her smile offering reassurance as she placed a hand on Trumpkin's shoulder.
