The Chronicles of Narnia - Adventure continues [ book 1 ]

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I 3 | The Suggestion

"Miss Faith has a suggestion.", Lord Michael repeated, looking at Hope.

"Hope.", she corrected him. "And yes. I was thinking that both sides should declare a peace. Without a war continuing.", she added awared that both King Peter and Lord Michael would start yelling at her.

But they didn't. Her advice made them think. "The girl is right, King Peter.", Michael broke the silence with his words. "I agree with peace."

"Then, if you are for it, I think we should make it official.", Peter informed.

Hope was pleased her suggestion made the best way through both very important persons for their own people. She slightly smiled when they both got to stand infront of their people.

Peter started his speech and in-between Lord was asked to say few words too. He barely talked. He had some kind of anger flickering in his eyes. It seemed that Hope was the only one to notice as others were there just to cheer. Her eyes fell to something behind his back, something he was hiding. She wanted to go see herself but guards were next to him. Hope remembered her sword was left close to his chair, so she decided to go get it and check the situation.

Her steps stopped one of his guards. "You can't go any further!", he said with a deep voice.

Her eyes went back to their Lord and later to her sword. "I left my sword here and I need it.", she informed confidentially.

The guard slowly moved aside and she ran to her sword. After picking it up, she saw what Michael was hiding. Another sword. His sword. Sword with golden details that was preparing for execution of High King Peter. Hope quickly got up and appeared on her place. She was standing with her body pressed onto the sword she was holding, pointed at the ground.

Her eyes never moved off Lord. His guards seemed to know about his plan of killing Peter and were fine with that. But Hope was disappointed. Her peace was nothing but the joke to the Lord.

When he put the sword into his right hand, it was clear he was getting ready to finish young King. Hope ran to Peter's side and push him. Lord's sword clashed with her's as she was eventually looking at Peter to see Edmund helping him get up. She was determined, but not to kill Lord. She desperately wanted peace that it was stronger than death in Lord's eyes.

While he was busy fighting her with a sword, her leg raised to his stomach and hit him hard. He fell on his back with his sword far from his grap. His upper part of body raised and he sat, not able to get up. She pressed sword against his neck, but she didn't want to kill him.

"I don't need blood on my hands.", she whispered to him moving her sword. She slowly started to walk to her place when  voices from the crowd started to appear.

"With dou respect, our previous lord doesn't deserve to live!", one man screamed followed by many voices of his army. Lord ironically laughed.

"His death will mean nothing to me,", Hope started saying to his people. "But you have a right to decide what kind of life you deserve. Kill him, if that's what you want, but it might never bring you the happiness you seek.", she finished, her eyes flickering from tears in them. But she didn't cry. She felt brave. Like people were finally listening to what she has to say.

While people were listening her words, one of Lord's guards sneaked behind his back. With a sword in his hands, Lucy noticed he was trying to kill Michael. When nobody was watching, he put his sword deep into Michael's back, which made him dead in place.

After screams of people and centaurs echoed, he was dead. Hope turned around and faced dead lord. She was discussed, once again.

"After all those words Queen said, you disobeyed her.", one man screamed from the crowd.

"I'm not a queen!", Hope replied insecurely laughing.

"You don't deserve to live nothing more than that filthy rat you killed.", the voice continued to yell. "We shall lock him in the dungeon.", the same man stepped out and ordered two others to hold him. They did as he told.

"Thank you, Kings and Queens of Narnia!", another voice said when Pevensie's and Caspian appeared. Hope moved at right as both armies bowed in front of them.

"The pleasure was ours!", Peter replied with a smile on his face, and later looked at Hope. "I think it's time to wake up this place.", he whispered to his friends, and Hope embarrassedly smiled.

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The wood was emerald green colour, which wasn't for centuries. The river was falling over a high hill making a waterfall. People were happy. Joy overloaded their faces.

"I think it might be time we go to Narnia.", Peter finished the satisfaction on his friends' faces.

"But how?", Lucy asked her brother.

He looked at Hope. "Gosh, what if I faint again?", she sarcastically asked and then laughed.

"What's left of our army is not coming with us.", Edmund added looking everyone's faces.

"So, just seven of us?", she asked mentally counting. Peter nodded.

"It was a pleasure having you here, Kings and Queens.", King Reginald appeared in front of them bowing. "And thanks for waking the wood.", he added smiling at Hope.

They smiled back and bowed. Right after, Hope passed her hand over a tree and a portal opened.