Honesty and Trust | Edmund Pevensie

❉ Chapter 11: Sammy's Task ❉

The Land Of Narnia ~ The Woods ~ Day

SAMMY'S POV

I ran faster, the wind blowing through my fur, and I smelled ice. Not normal ice. But ice made from magic. Evil, magical ice. The White Witch must be close.

I finally arrived at the waterfall. Mist rose up from the falling waterfall, and it felt nice compared to the warm air. Suddenly, I heard sleigh bells, and I ran over to some bushes. I crouched down, and saw the White Witch arrive.

A growl formed deep in my throat. I wanted to howl, pounce on this evil creature who was torturing one of my friends. It just wasn't fair to just sit and watch.

The short, hairy dude climbed down from the sled and forced Edmund out. To me, Edmund seemed okay, with only a cut across his lip.

The three people walked over to the edge of the cliff of the waterfall, and I was worried the Witch would push Edmund down. The Witch looked at the water in disbelief.

Yeah, Witch. I thought. Your spell can't last forever.

"It's so...warm out." The dwarf said, in progress of taking his coat off. When the Witch gave him a death glare, he pulled his coat back on. "I'll go and check the sleigh." He replied, walking away.

I chuckled. This couldn't get any better... I saw Edmund smile a little, then his frown returned. The Witch took another look at the waterfall, before turning around upon hearing a voice.

"Your Majesty," Maugrim said, gesturing towards another wolf with the fox who helped us before in his mouth. "We found the traitor."

"He was rallying your enemies near the Shuddering Woods." Maugrim added. The wolf tossed the fox on the grass, the fox yelped, and I felt my paws shaking. I wanted to do something. I wanted to stop her! She can't win!

The Witch walked up closer to them. "Nice of you to drop in." She said coolly. "You were so helpful to my wolves last night."

She turned to face him. "Perhaps you can help me now."

Edmund looked a little worried. Probably he saw what the Witch could do and didn't want that to happen to the fox. Well, frankly, I don't either!

"Forgive me, Your Majesty." The fox said, bowing a little.

"Oh, don't waste my time with flattery." The Witch snapped at him.

"Not to seem rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you." The fox replied, looking at Edmund.

The Witch looked at Edmund, and he looked back. Edmund seemed a little confused. He didn't hear the whole conversation back at the beavers.

The Witch walked closer to the fox, swinging her staff around her hand, and pointed the staff at the fox. The fox's tail swished back and forth nervously.

"Where are the humans headed?" She asked impatiently.

The fox looked at Edmund for help. Edmund looked like he wanted to, but he was under strict orders.

When the fox didn't give a reply, the Witch swung the staff up in the air, and before she could hit the fox, Edmund stepped forward, stopping her.

"Wait! No! Don't!" He said, standing front of the fox as a shield. "The beavers said something about the Stone Table, and that Aslan had an army there."

The Witch stared him down, her anger towards him coming out in flares of death. But, she seemed a little curious.

"An army?" She echoed. Edmund's look says yes.

Edmund turns around to face the fox, but the fox sighed and bowed his head, as though saying: 'thank you for trying,'

"Thank you, Edmund." The Witch said to him as she watched him back away to where he was, before talking louder.

"I'm glad this creature got to see some honesty—" she started, her staff again. "Before he dies!"

She stuck the tip of the staff into the fox's chest, and he turned to stone after a yelp of pain was heard.

"No!!" Edmund shouted, concerned genuinely for the fox.

After the Witch finished, she turned to face Edmund, and slapped him across the right cheek. Edmund put his hand up gently to where he was struck, and put his head down.

The Witch put her hand on his shoulder, and Edmund lifted his face up to look at her.

"Think about who's side you're on, Edmund." She said, looking at him. "Mine—" she said, and then turned his face with her hand harshly to look at the fox. "Or theirs?"

When she let go of his face, he stared helplessly at the fox, wishing he could do something. His eyes were moistened with tears. Suddenly, as I was looking at him, we made eye contact. His eyes widened, and I mouthed to him: 'We will save you,' to him. His eyes said 'Okay, I trust you,'

"Go on ahead—" the Witch was saying to the wolves. "Gather the faithful."

"If it's a war Aslan wants—" she started, before turning a butterfly to stone that was flying past her. "It's a war he shall get,"

"Come on," Maugrim said, and took off with his soldiers.

"Edmund! Come back here." The Witch shouted to Edmund. He was still looking at me. He quickly covered the side of his face that the Witch could see, and mouthed to me: "Is Alice all right?"

I nodded my head, and Edmund gave me a light smile before walking over to the Witch. They hopped on the sleigh and took off.

I came out into the clearing, staring out in the open view of Narnia. It was so beautiful, too bad Finchley isn't like this. I walked over to the fox, bowed down in respect, before running off into the woods.

The Land of Narnia ~ The Woods ~ Day

I followed the scent trail of the Pevensies and Alice. The beavers smelled—ugh—but I continued anyway.

One time, I past the White Witch's sleigh, and I ran in front of the sleigh, and jumped up onto it, sitting by her. The Witch gasped dramatically, and I said.

"Hi, and bye!! Enjoy the battle you're about to lose!!" I said cheerfully, before jumping off, and running the fastest speed I could.

Eventually, I found my friends up ahead, and yelped and howled to let them know I came back.