The Path of the Brave [Edmund Pevensie]

Chapter XVI: A Scary Little Girl

"Rise, Kings and Queens of Narnia." 

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Who would say a little girl could be so terrifying?

Certainly not Alex, she could only smile at the sight of Lucy, on the other side of the bridge. 

Telmar's troops had been cornered; they could only move forward. Which meant they would have to get past Lucy, who held a little dagger in her hand. The horses were getting nervous. They could sense the fear in their rider's breathing.

But, to be honest, it wasn't only Lucy which unsettled the men. It was probably the huge mighty lion standing next to her as well. Aslan.

He looked at them fiercely, as if he was daring them to cross. And Lord Sopespian, the new self-declared Telmar King, could not resist the opportunity. He figured the two hundred men he had left would be enough to finish off an old feline and a kid. So, he charged.

"Wrong choice." Edmund muttered, seeing how the troops crossed the river willing to kill anything in their path. There was not a trace of worry in his words, which calmed Alex. After all, Lucy could not be in better hands... or paws, or whatever.

Aslan took a step forward when the men crossed the exact half of the bridge. For a moment, Alex believed he would give a massive yawn. Instead, he roared.

His breath brought with it a slight air current, making his own mane move. The breeze moved the water in the river, reaching even the Narnians that patiently waited on the other side. Alex's curls were pulled back by the soft wind, making her close her eyes for a split second. By the time she opened them again, the whole forest had become silent. Everyone looked at the river, far in the distance. Like they wanted to see were the flow of the water started. 

A massive wave could be seen forming in the horizon. Alex chuckled, with disbelief. She could see the soldiers' shock expressions even with their masks on as the wave turned into the rough shape of a man. He had a long watery face, and his beard was made out of bubbles. Overall, he looked kind of like her father. A common man.

The men didn't have enough time to fixate in that. They only jumped from the bridge, away from his sight, if possible. Others tried to push the water back, clawing onto the sand on the shore. Not one Narnian moved a finger to help them. They had brought that on themselves, charging against a literal kid.

The only one stupid enough (or scared enough) to stay on his place was their leader. He looked at the man, or creature, trembling. The water picked him up with a fist, spearing his horse. He looked at him like he was about to scold him or shout at him words of disapproval. Yet, he said nothing. Rather, the watery man curled himself back into a wave, swallowing Sopespian. Once the figure was gone, the water crashed into the bridge, dismantling it with a splash. The current took most soldiers and planks of wood with it, returning the river almost back to normal.