A Narnian Love Story (Peter Pevensie)

Chapter 12

*Sophie's pov*

As I arrived back to camp my heart was still beating erratically. What do I say? What do I do? I am trying so hard not to cry right now but it is almost impossible. I need to keep calm but this is Aslan we are talking about. The Great Lion. The only thing that will calm me down is Peter but I don't know if I can make it much farther. I am so exhausted from walking and I'm still in shock. Why did I tell Susan not to worry? I should have just sent word through the trees but that would have been impersonal. Aslan deserves so much better than that.

When I finally find my way to Peter and Edmund's tent I walk in quietly so I don't startle either of them. I go over to Peter, who is lying in his bed, sleeping peacefully, and shake him awake gently.

"Huh? Soph? What are you doing? Are you okay?" He wakes groggily and becomes worried as he comes into full realisation that I am standing in front of him.

"Pete, it was so horrible!" I cry before collapsing onto him, sobbng as I speak, while he is still sitting upright in his bed. "I just cant believe it! How could this have happened? I-"

"Woah! Sophie. Slow down you're not making any sense." He soothes me gently, trying to pry my grip from around his waist so he can look into my eyes.

"I'm s-sorry!" I stutter to get the words out, "Susan, Lucy and I were following Aslan when he left camp last night and he went to meet the White Witch. She killed him, Peter! He lay there, still as a statue, and let her kill him and cut off his mane." I sobbed louder and I heard Edmund begin to stir and sit up in his bed.

"What's going on?" He asks, tiredness evident in his voice, as he sees me crying in Peter's arms.

"Aslan's dead." Peter tells him, his voice cracking as he does.

I break away and look at him, my eyes still filled with tears. He looks like he is about to cry but suddenly as if it were never there, his expression changes and he is angry. I am taken by surprise as he stands up abruptly and starts to get dressed, obviously forgetting that I'm still in the room, so I have to quickly cover my eyes.

"Peter!" I yelp, no longer crying but shocked.

"Sophie! Oh, I forgot you were there for a second." He chuckles, putting on a clean shirt. "You okay?" He adds, a lot calmer than he was before and worry in his voice.

"I think so." I sigh, laying down on his bed on top of his covers, "I just cant believe it. I left Susan and Lucy there while I came to tell you."

By now Ed has left the tent, he's probably gone to tell Oreius about Aslan.

"Woah, stop right there. You walked here by yourself?" Peter asks, now slightly alarmed.

"Yeah. Don't worry I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me, Pete. I can take care of myself." I say, trying to calm him down and he sighs.

"I know you can, Soph, but it's my job to protect you. You're my girlfriend, of course I'm going to worry about you" He walks over to his bed and lays down beside me, pulling me into his arms.

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I stand in the entrance of my tent after cleaning myself up. I can faintly here the boys speaking with Orieus about Peter leading the army.

"Aslan believed you could..." I hear Edmund tell Peter as they debate. "And so do I." I hear him mumble as I get closer.

Peter looks up at him and gives him a half smile which Ed returns.

"The Witch's army is nearing, Sire." Orieus informs Peter solomly, "What are your orders?"

"Get everyone ready to go. We'll be leaving soon and we will win this battle." Peter states confidently.

Orieus and Edmund split off to gather the army to prepare and I continue walking over to the clearly stressed Peter.

"Pete, you okay?"

His head snaps towards me and his face becomes surprised as I've startled him.

"I'm okay, nothing to worry about." He tries his best to give me a smile but it comes off as a nervous grin.

"Don't lie to me, babe. I know you're nervous," I chuckle half-heartedly as I approach him, wrapping my arms around his neck as his go around my waist.

"You're right, I'm terrified," He breaks, sinking into the hug.

"You'll be fine, Pete. You're a natural born leader!" I tell him laughing.

"You don't know that, Soph," He replies sighing.

"I do. You know why?" I ask him, this time breaking the hug and looking into his eyes.

"Why?" He responds looking back at me in confusion.

"Because I believe in you, Peter Pevensie." I tell him without hesitation. "I know you can do it and you will. You get ready, get out there and then go kick that stupid White Witch's bum."

He laughs a whole-hearted laugh and it makes me smile. I did it. He's not nervous anymore. He can do this I know he can. I believe in him and he should believe in himself.

"I love you, Soph."

"I love you too, Pete. Always."

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Sitting on a horse in between Peter and Orieus is where I find myself 2 hours later. Edmund staring down from the cliff behind us with some of the army. After a lot of pacing and figuring out tactics, Peter finally called the army and together we made our way to where we are now.

Staring out into the distance, the huge field makes the Witch's army look like little black dots. I can feel myself begin to get nervous as I look anywhere but Peter, afraid to look at him in case I burst out crying. This could be the last time we see each other and that scares me. I am so in love with this boy and I don't know what I'll do if I ever lose him.

"They come, Your Highness, in numbers and weapons far greater than our own." I am brought out of my thoughts by a gryphon landing beside Peter.

"Numbers do not win a battle" Orieus says optimistically.

"No but I bet they help" Peter mumbles.

My head shoots up at the sound of his voice. As soon as I hear it I am filled with a little bit of hope that we'll be okay. That we'll all be okay. I reach over, careful not to fall off my horse, and take Peters hand in my own giving him a supportive smile.

"Everything will be okay, Pete. I love you."

This brings a smile to historic face as he says back, "I love you too."

After a last look of love is passed between us, Peter turns back around to face the direction of the Witch's army.

"Are you both with me?" Peter asks Orieus and I without looking at us.

"To the death!" Orieus replies.

"Always, Pete." I tell him.

He nods and the raises his right hand which is holding his sword.

"For Narnia! And for Aslan!" Peter shouts and our army charges forward.

The battle has begun.

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Hi guys! I'm back! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a whole year! I know I'm such a bad writer. But thank you all for being so patient with me. I've just had a really busy year but hopefully I'll be able to start updating more frequently now. I hope you're all enjoying the story and thank you for all of your nice comments and support. It really does mean a lot to me and I can't thank you enough. I love you all! Thanks so much!

-Lauren💟