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Lucy Pevensie woke to the snap of a twig, her eyes snapping open at the miniscule sound in the seemingly endless forest. Slowly, she pushed herself off of the forest floor, careful not to disturb her sleeping siblings and the D.L.F.
"Susan," she whispered, "wake up!" Her elder sister, partially awake, rolled onto her stomach.
" 'Tis early Lu," she mumbled, her mind still under the influence of sleep, "whatever you like." Susan settled her cheek onto her folded arms as she stilled, falling back into the embrace of sleep. Lucy frowned slightly before another noise drew her attention once again back to the forest, her head snapping around to look, hair fanning out as she did so.
Sparing one last glance at her sleeping sister, she padded into the woods, re-tracing the footsteps that she followed in her dream. Contrary to her dream however, the golden light that bathed the trees was absent in the waking-world; the trees and forest itself seemed to carry an aura of foreboding, darkness and shadows blanketing the land in front of her. Nevertheless, the Queen of Narnia continued to follow the path she had walked while sleeping. Approaching a tree, she brought a hand up to softly touch the bark,
"Wake up," she pleaded softly, looking up into its branches sadly before continuing to walk. She approached the rocks from her dream, searching profusely around her, eyes combing through the forest for any sign of the Great Lion. From around the bend in the path, on the other side of the rocks, a slight growling sound was emitted, and a smile graced Lucy's face. "Aslan?!" she exclaimed, grinning and moving to round the bend. Before the young Queen could go to far, a pair of arms snaked around her, a hand moving to cover her mouth, as her older brother Peter grabbed her shoulder and pulled her behind the brush. She struggled at first, but seeing her brother, the youngest Pevensie stopped fighting and the two siblings moved to peer around the corner.
Instead of the great lion that Lucy had been hoping for, a massive Minotaur was walking through the woods, its giant hooves and weapons laden back producing an element of fear in the girl, her mind remembering the beast that she once fought against when she and her siblings helped Aslan to defeat the White Witch. Peter brought his finger up to his lips, signaling for his sister to be quiet, and moved to engage the creature, drawing his sword as he silently moved towards the giant Narnian.
Without warning, a young man emerged from the forest, seemingly out of nowhere and with a loud cry, swung his sword at Peter. The man looked to be around Peters own age of 18, possibly a few years older, but his shaggy dark brown hair, brown eyes, and olive skin were in stark contrast to Peters own blonde hair and blue eyes. Without much delay, the two began what can best be described as a sword fight, the two young men moving with a grace that would leave many dumbfounded. Between the ducking, parrying and blows, Peter was able to land a blow, his fist and sword hilt finding the other man's jaw.
His opponents recovery was quick, and the two once resumed the violent dance until Peter swung his sword, twisting the dark haired man's sword away, sending it flying to the forest floor. Peter swung at the man's head, who ducked, causing Peter's sword to become embedded into the bark of the tree from the force. The dark haired man delivered a swift kick to the High King's ribs, sending him skittering to the ground. Peter grabbed a rock as the other man moved to pull the sword from the tree, and moved to use it as a weapon before a startling cry drew both of their attention.
"No, Stop!" Lucy cried emerging from where she had watched the entire ordeal fearfully. Both men stopped to look at her, before Peter looked around, hearing noises from all around him. Much to his surprise, animals, fauns, dwarves, minotaurs, centaurs and other Narnians emerged from the woods, distracting him as the other man succeeded in removing Peter's sword from the tree. With his own sword pointed at him, Peter narrowed his eyes slightly before a flash of recognition sparked through them.
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