The Wolf, the Pevensies, and the Wardrobe

Chapter 8: Cold

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Chapter 8: Cold

"Narnia isn't going to run out of toast, Edmund." Lucy giggled at Edmund as he shoved another toast down his toast. Though I wasn't one to talk either.

"Look, not that we mind that you turn into a wolf every full moon, but really that's just downright disturbing." Peter gave me a smirk, I stuck my tongue out at him; covering my blush. The chef had made me a special meal, five large medium rare steaks, to which I drooled at the sight. My compliments to the chef, I was shoveling it in my mouth just as the others arrived for breakfast.

"We'd better pack some for the journey." Peter commented lowly.

"We're going home?" Lucy turned to Peter.

"You all are-" I snorted

"I'd like to see you try and push me through that wardrobe." I narrowed my eyes at Peter, daring him to defy me, before he nodded gravely.

"There's no reason Victoria and I can't stay, but I promised to keep you three safe."

"But they need us, all five of us." Lucy protested, pouting.

"Lucy it's too dangerous. You almost drowned, and if it wasn't for Victoria Edmund would probably be dead!"

"Which is why we have to stay." The Pevensies looked at their second youngest in surprise.

"Me and Victoria have seen what the White Witch can do and I've helped her do it, and we can't leave these people behind to suffer for it." Lucy held Edmund's hand.

"Well that's it then." Susan stood from the table.

"Where are you going?" Peter looked up at her.

"To get in some practice." She replied, retrieving a bow and arrow.

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"I'm not going to just kill everyone in my wolf form! My hands would get dirty." I grimaced at the thought. "Besides I need to learn to defend myself another way." With that I picked up a sword. Peter and Edmund rolled their eyes before we formed a triangle, practicing.

Using two swords I knocked Peter and Edmund's swords out of their hands, a triumphant smirk worked its way on my face.

"Beginner's luck." They both stated simultaneously.

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"What's your name darling?"

"Clarence." The white coat shimmered in the sun.

"Would it be okay if I rode you today?"

"Of course, your majesty."

"You can just call me Victoria." I got up gracefully, no saddle needed. I didn't bother doing sidesaddle either and rolled my dress up to my thighs. I wove my hands through Clarence's hair, making sure not to pull too hard. A majestic horse with a pure white coat, he was beautiful.

"Go on then, let's go find Peter and Edmund." Clarence trotted through the woods until I came upon the sight of Peter and Edmund, riding their own horses and practicing. Turned out I was pretty much a natural when it came to swordplay so I just learned a few more moves before I gave up practicing with them, and started to practice with Orieus.

"Come on Ed, sword hand up like Oreius showed us."

"Hello Victoria." They both greeted me. I nodded back. Mr. Beaver suddenly came scurrying up to us out of nowhere. Edmund's horse reared up.