We ran for awhile until we entered the darkest part of the forest. We saw the Witch's camp and dark soliders making weapons and shields. We took down some of the creatures that were around Edmund. Oreius freed him of the ropes and I held my arm out for him. He looked up at me and smiled and took it. I swung him up onto the back of Iron and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
We galloped back through the forest. We soon reached Aslan's camp and he slid of Iron's back.
"Willow thank you so much," He smiled at me.
Aslan approached him and asked to talk to him. It was dark by the time we came back. I lead Iron back to the stables and brushed him down and fed him. I said good night and went to my tent. I fell into a sleep filled with night mares.
I sat up gasping for breath, and sweating. I had night mares since I was little, they never went away. I got up and put my cloak on then walked out side. I went up to a small cliff amd sat on it overlooking the camp. I sat there thinking about everything.
What was going to happen during the battle and what would happen after. I stayed up there until the first light of dawn spread over the camp. I saw the Pevensie children being reunited with Edmund and it made my heart swell.
Peter looked up and gestured for me to come down. I walked down and joined them for breakfast.
"Narnia isnt going to run out of toast Ed," I teased.
"I am sure they'll pack something up for the trip back," Peter said leaning against a rock.
"You're going back?" I asked.
"Well they are, that dosent mean I can't stay behind and help," He explained.
"But Narnia needs you all four of you," I argued.
"No it's to dangerous Lucy almost drowned and Edmund was almost killed," He retorted.
"Which is why we have to stay, I've seen what the White Witch can do and I've helped her do it," argued Edmund.
"Well I guess that's it then," Susan said standing up.
"Where are you going?" Peter asked.
"To get in some practice," she replied walking towards archery targets.
I showed Peter and Edmund to the stables. Edmund found a talking bay stallion named Phillip. Peter found a pure white unicorn. I rode Black Iron teaching them how to sword fight on horseback.
Mr. Beaver ran up to us.
"The witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan!" He yelled.
Peter and Edmund jumped from their steads. But I remained on Iron and raced to Aslan's tent.
"Behold the Queen of Narnia!" Yelled a little dwarf.
The Witch stood up and walked forward.
"You have a traitor in your midst Aslan, his blood is my property," She demanded.
"Then try and take him then," I threatend urging Iron forward.
"Do you think mere force will deny me my right, little Guardian," she said amused.
"Enough I shall talk to you alone," Aslan stepped in.
They entered his tent. We waited for what felt like hours. I was laying on Iron's back when the Witch exited the tent.
Aslan stood tall.
"She has renounced a claim on the son of Adam's blood," he announced.
Cheering erupted from everywhere.
"How do I know you're promise will be kept?" The Witch asked.
Aslan let out a mighty roar, the Witch sat down her charriot. Cheering erupted again. I saw Aslan look at me and then dropped his head and walked back in to his tent.
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The Guardian (Narnia fanfic)
Fanfiction***UNDER MAJOR EDITING*** When Willow was orphaned she was found by a great king and brought to Narnia. She became his apprentice and learned from him the skills she would need to fulfill her purpose in Narnia. When the four Pevensie children find t...
