Our Long Awaited Return Book #8

Chapter 12 The Fight

Leona's pov 
She was disappointed with the Kings and Queens of Old. They were a bunch of know-it-alls, especially that Verity. High King Peter was bad too. Sure he was the High King, but he didn't have to treat Caspian that way. They headed to Aslan's How, their chosen fortress. 

"So what are they like?" Nikabrik asked, the dwarf Trumpkin. 

"Malcontents, complainers, stubborn like mules in the morning," Trumpkin answered. 

"I agree," Leona nodded, looking over at Verity, "Queen Verity's the worst of all of them." 

She didn't realize that Queen Lucy was beside her. "Verity never used to be like this, she's just upset about something." 

Lucy stepped closer to her and whispered, "In our world, there's someone called Jesus. He's Verity's best friend, or so she told me. We can't see him. You see he lives in a place called heaven. Well, he was all she wanted to talk about at one point, but now she doesn't. You see he's sort of like Aslan." 

"Oh," Leona nodded in understanding at what Lucy told her. Maybe Verity was a bit human. 

They reached the clearing of the woods, and there was the how. 

Verity's pov 
They saw what seemed to be a hill. 

"What's that?" I asked. 

"It's been abandoned for hundreds of years; only the mice knew of its existence," Glenstorm explained. 

"It's Aslan's How," Leona said. 

"Is this your fortress?" Andrew asked. 

"Yes, we have nothing else," Caspian nodded. 

"It looks defensible enough," I muttered. 

They proceeded forward, saying nothing. Near the entrance of the how, centaurs lined up on either side. They pulled out their swords and pointed them over us as the seven of us made our way inside. 

Inside the how, a bunch of Narnians were sharpening weapons. 

"I'm sure it's not what you're used to, but it is defensible," Caspian said to Peter, Andrew, and me. 

"Peter, Andrew, Verity, you may want to see this!" Susan called to us excitedly. 

We followed our sister into a hallway, covered in paintings. Peter and Andrew shone their torches at them. I saw pictures of our time in Narnia. 

A lamppost and Mr. Tumnus and Lucy. Us during our coronation. 

"It's us," she smiled. 

"It's even better than I could do," Andrew smiled as he placed a hand on the picture of him being knighted a knight. 

I grinned, "At least they haven't forgotten their history; my record book did some good." 

"Are you sure they just got it from stories?" Ruth quizzed me. 

"Probably not," Edmund replied. 

"Oh, shut up!" I glared at them. 

"What is this place?" Lucy asked. 

"You don't know?" Caspian seemed surprised. 

He led us through a passageway, leading to the stone table. He lit a fire so we could see better. In the middle of the wall was a picture of Aslan. Edmund and I exchanged looks. 

"The Stone Table," Andrew was the first to recognize the place. 

Lucy stepped forward and placed her hand on the stone table; she looked back at us, "He must know what he's doing," she said as Andrew placed his hand on her shoulder.