Chronicles of Narnia: The Warrior of Narnia (Completed)

Chapter Five: New Arrivals

As the sun started to rise, it had caught the colors of a blazing, aflame ember as it rise in the east. The faint outline of the moon was in a pale circle of silver, glowing faintly in the dawning sky. But waking up at the first streak of dawn was Nora, who was watching the beautiful sunrise by herself from the top of a near grassy hill, on a rocky outcropping. Not taking her eyes off the breathtaking sight, she smiled at the feeling of calm peace wrapping around her.
"You." She snapped out of her peacefully thoughts and looked over her shoulder to see a familiar white wolf walking towards her. It was Kiba.
His yellow eyes gazed at Nora with wary curiosity. "You're the one who rescued me and my mother. Why?"
Nora shrugged and returned her gaze to the sunrise. "It seems like the right thing to do."
"Thank you," Kiba said. "I owe you my life."
"You owe me nothing," replied Nora calmly, she gazed at the white Wolf steadily. "We're all living beings here, are we not?"
Kiba gave her an impressed wolfish smile. "You're very brave with your words Warrior. Just be careful. The White Witch hates those opposes her."
Nora chuckled softly. "Like everyone else in Aslan's camp?"
"Exactly." Kiba let out a laugh. "You're a fast learner too."
She hummed thoughtfully. "Thanks."
It soon became a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under her feet as Nora walked down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the nearby forest, whose trees were swaying lightly in the distance. She soon spotted the archery target that she'll be shooting at for the next few minutes. As the minutes ticked by, Nora had managed to shoot a few arrows to the target, but some of the arrows had landed onto the grass.
As she was collecting her arrows, she took notice that Oreius was watching her from his rocky outcropping and was heading towards her direction. Nora had become a great and talented student of Oreius. She quickly picked up the pace in cleaning up her fallen arrows and started heading towards her Centaur friend, while letting someone else take a turn in her spot. He gave her a slight smile at her and led her back to the camp.

Once the sun hits the highest, Nora soon heard a horn from the top of a hill, which sounded very clear, sharp, and valiant to her. She soon walked towards the edge of stage with Amaya and Kiba nearby, but they both stood at the edge of the gathered crowd. Nora glanced at Oreius as he quietly joined her. The two of them all watched as three familiar kids and two Talking Beavers step in front of the stage.
When they got to the stage, the familiar blond-haired boy had drawn out his sword to Oreius, who was standing by the stage, and demanded to speak to Aslan. Nora's eyes widened as her memories came back to her. She remembers them. They were her next door neighbors before she was moved out into the countryside to avoid the bombings of the World War Two. But she especially remembers Edmund. Nora spoke to him the most and ended up helping him push back the bitterness and fear from his heart as they both became friends with each other by exploring the mysterious forest together. She snapped out of her thoughts and started bowing with her friends.
She watched as the three siblings crouched down into a bow as the Great Lion, Aslan, slowly and majestically walked out of his pavilion. Aslan's face showed greatness, royalty, and wisdom. His mane caught the morning light and his brilliant amber eyes sparkling like the golden sun of the rising golden dawn and held many secrets than any animal ever had.
"Welcome Peter, Son of Adam." The Great Lion's voice was deep, strong, and filled with love and wisdom. "Welcome Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve. Welcome Beavers, you have my thanks." The two Beavers smiled at him. "But where is the fourth?" The children and the Beavers stood up.
"That's why we're here, sir," Peter admitted.
"We had a bit of trouble on the way," said Susan.
"Our brother had been captured by the White Witch," revealed Peter.
Everyone in the camp gasped at Peter's words. Stunned whispering filled the air and the others exchanged glances. But Nora was very worried about him. He may play a few pranks, but he's very fair and sarcastic. Then again, war has a knack of changing people. For better or worse. She knew that Edmund missed his father (who went off to fight in the war back in the Human Realm) and her. The two of them weren't able to contact each other due to the war happening back home and they both don't know where they were at.
"Captured?" echoed Aslan, concerned. "How could have this happen?"
"He betrayed them, your Majesty," whispered Mr. Beaver to Aslan.
"Then he betrayed all of us!" Oreius exclaimed angrily.
Nora flinched back at the sight of his fierce anger, Oreius noticed her startled fear with a twinge of regret. Hesitantly, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and calming both of them down from their respective emotions.
"Peace, Oreius." The Great Lion's expression softened at the sight between the two unique friends. Aslan returned his gaze to the three prophesied ones. "There must be explaination."
"It's my fault, really." Peter had a look of guilt and shame over his expression. He had hurt his little brother unintentionally and in more ways than in one. "I was too hard on him."
Susan placed a comforting hand on Peter's shoulder. "We all were."
"Sir, he's our brother," said Lucy sadly.
"I know, dear one." Aslan's expression shown great compassion and empathy towards the three kids. "But that only makes the betrayal all the worse. This may be harder than you think."