A Narnian Love Story (Peter Pevensie)

Chapter 13

*Sophie's pov*

As the battle commences, I hear the loud sounds of swords clashing and the shouts from both sides of the battle as well as the swooshes of arrows flying through the air. The gryphons are still flying overhead, dropping rocks on the white witch's army.

My horse and I break off slightly from Peter and Orieus as the 2 crowds combine, although they are still within my line of sight.

"You can do better than that!" I spit at the Narnian in front of me as I swipe them with my sword.

They only grunt in response, swinging their own sword back against mine. 

It doesn't take me long before I have stabbed my sword through their heart. As they fall to the ground, I rip my sword out turning ever so slightly and swinging it down onto another oncoming enemy who has charged at me killing them instantly.

Not too far to my left, I spot Peter sword fighting with a centaur from the white witch's army. Our eyes meet briefly both sending each other the mental message that we are fine before turning to our next opponents as the battle continues on.

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"Fall back!" I hear Peter's voice yelling from across the battlefield, "Draw them to the rocks!"

I immediately tighten the reigns on my horse, pulling back from the fight as instructed. The Narnians around me follow suit, all of them pulling back and drawing the white witch's army back to the rocks as Peter had commanded.

"FIRE!" I hear Edmund scream to the archers and they release their arrows towards the enemy.

As my horse is running, I crane my head to look around in search of Peter. I see him in the distance making his way backwards too.

In a split second an arrow is lodged into the side of Peter's unicorn who rears upwards knocking him off the back.

"Peter!" I shout out, my voice frantic seeing him hit the ground.

I rush towards him, urging my horse to go faster. He jumps back up looking over to me and making brief eye contact letting me know that he is okay. Just as quickly, he turns his head towards Orieus who has just rushed passed him towards the enemy in an act of defence.

"Stop!" Peter yells out in an aid to stop him from doing something stupid.

Orieus continues despite Peter's pleas, his sword stabbing through one of the enemy Narnians before running straight towards the white witch's chariot with his sword raised to attack. He swings, missing her completely and giving her the advantage as she twirls her wand turning him to stone instantly.

Peter cries out to him before turning to Edmund shouting, "Ed! There are too many of them! Grab Sophie, find Susan and Lucy and get them all home." 

"Wait no! Pete, I'm not leaving here-" I start to protest.

"Now Ed!" Peter snaps, not looking over at me.

"Come on you heard him." Mr Beaver states turning to Edmund while grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the battle.

"No- What-" I stutter tugging against him but Edmund grabs the other arm helping Mr Beaver to pull me away.

As we are walking, I feel Edmund begin to slow to a stop, looking in the direction of the white witch. I turn my head to check on what has caught his eye, seeing the white witch making her way towards Peter.

"Peter said to go." Mr Beaver cries seeing us stop.

"Peter's not King yet!" Ed snaps back rushing down the hill swinging at the white witch.

I am frozen in place, unsure on what to do.

"Sophie! Behind you!" Mr Beaver shouts in alarm.

This snaps me out of my daze and I am spinning towards the direction he points in quickly enough to swing my sword at the enemy that was charging at me. They are thrown to the side injured instantly.

I turn my attention back to Edmund, ready to lend him a hand if needed, just in time to see the white witch stab an end of her broken wand into Edmund's stomach and him drop to his knees.

"Edmund!" I faintly hear Peter's desperate voice over the battlefield, my own heart falling in my chest at the sight of Edmund on the ground.

I see Peter stab his sword into his latest opponent before ripping it back out and moving quicker than lighting towards the white witch in a fury to avenge his brother.

I start to make my own way through the field, swinging my sword at any enemies that charge at me. As I am ripping my sword out of my latest opponents stomach, I hear a very loud roar coming from a ledge above the battlefield accompanied by the shouts of many Narnians. 

"They did it." I mumble to myself in shock at seeing Aslan standing in the flesh after how he looked when I left them at the table that morning.

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I am so sorry guys! I have not been into writing so much the last couple years so have taken a long break from this story. Great news though - I have been planning a few works so will try and get more published for this book and I also have a few other books currently in the works.

Thank you all so much for your continued support on this story! It truly means so much to me.

- Lauren 💟