Chapter 4: Where is he?

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I reached the lamppost and I saw Lucy and the boy standing by the lamppost. Lucy seemed ecstatic.

I walked up to Lucy. "Lucy!" I called when she saw me. She ran over to me and hugged me. "Hannah!" She smiled broadly when I let go of her.

"Oi! Lucy! I'm freezin'! Can we go back now?!" The boy called. My eyes widened when I saw him. The traitor amongst them.

"Oh come on Edmund!" Lucy yelled back.

She had to drag me over to him because I want nothing to do with traitors.

"Edmund this is Hannah, Hannah this is Edmund."

She introduced each of us with hand gestures in turn. I glared at him.

"Lucy, don't say anything. You don't know who's side who is on." I said gesturing with my head to the trees. "Because
I sure ain't on your side Jadis!" I yelled at the trees.

"Who is Jadis?" Edmund questioned.

"She calls herself the queen of Narnia, but she really isn't." I explained. Edmund seemed to pail.

"Well, goodbye Lucy, Edmund." I made a playful bow.

As I walked down the pathway back to my little tree safe haven, Petunia came running out of the tree.

"Oh thank Aslan your here Hannah!" She cried throwing her hands in the air (and shake 'em like you just don't care) and walked back towards the tree.

"Why Petunia? What happened?"

"We need your selflessness and fearlessness for a bit." Petunia explained.

She led me inside and a troll sat at a table in the taveren.

"Go over to him, and help him. He most likely won't be able to see me." Petunia said with a slight laugh.

I sighed and walked up to the troll. "Excuse me sir, would you like anything to eat or drink or even a place perhaps to rest your head?" I questioned with a smile.

"Argh yough Hannahgh thegh halfgh Waugh housegh girlgh?" The troll asked in a gruff voice, therefore, I had trouble understanding him.

"Uh, yes sir, I am." I asked slightly hesitant as to trying to decifer what he was saying.

"Goodgh. Igh havegh newsgh forgh yough. Aslan isgh ongh thegh movegh." He said and walked out of the taveren.

I stood there shell struck for a good few minutes trying to comprehend what had just happened.

I hastily walked into the kitchen and started to busy myself with makeing chicken broth.

"And? What did he say to you?" Petunia questioned as she saw my panicked face.

"Aslan is on the move." I said  cracking a smile.

"What! Well, where is he?"

"I don't know."

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