The return

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Edited 8/4/20

3rd person

After the white witch's Army left the stone table both Lucy and Susan come out of the shadows both children had tears running down there face as Lucy ran over taking out her healing potion that Santa gave her before she could Susan gasped out "Lucy it too late...there gone". Making her sister let out a gasp making Susan hold her tightly as she can hope to take away the pain but no matter what she did they both felt empty without Leah.

"We have to tell the other, the white witch is coming with her army Lucy" before she could Finnish Lucy gasp hold of Leah's hand feeling how cold she was "we can't leave them!" "Lucy we have to warn them peter and Edmund need to Know". "The trees...they can help" Lucy spoke as she didn't let go of her sister's hand.

Susan pov 

I walked to the stone feeling how cold Leah felt I removed the cloak from her own making sure she was at least warm. I heard Lucy move a little so she was in between her sister and Aslan body. "I'm sure they knew what they were doing," I said, trying to confront Lucy as she looked at me with tears in her eyes. She then looked down at Leah's body once again, stroking her hair gently, I could hear her crying quietly as she laid down her chest, trying to hear a heartbeat but there was none.

I could hear a ripping sound like ripping out rope we pulled away to see what the sound was making my eyes widen when I saw many mice on top of Leah's and Aslan's bodies, I stayed away trying not to touch them I was terrified of them, I and Leah were very terrified of them, I would have run away, but this is my sister, lying dead next to me. No way in hell I was going to leave her.

"wait" Lucy's small voice broke me from my thoughts, "look," I looked down at the mice as I saw them biting through the ropes that bound our sister and Aslan. Once those ropes we off, Lucy slid of the ropes that were bounded to Aslan's mouth as I removed Leah's ropes reviling raw skin from being done to tight the witch is going to pay for them I removed the gag that was in her mouth, I stroked her cheek gently she was still so cold I watch as Lucy stroking his cheek as Lucy went to lye down I didn't have to hart to stop her as I did the same.

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3d person

Susan's eyes opened to the sound of birds chirping in the distance, as she realised she and Lucy fell asleep she looked around noticing the time of day, looking down at Lucy who starting to wake up to. The two looked at each other, both sisters had red and puffy eyes with tears stained cheeks.

Lucy looked down at there sister and Aslan's bodies both wishing they would come back as they tried not to cry "we have to go", Susan whispered as she held out her hand helping her little sister up as they jumped down "I'm cold" Lucy spoke making Susan wrap her arms around her pulling her inside of her cloak as they turned to look at there sister as will as Aslan bodies but Susan quickly turning back not wanting the image to stay but she knew it's too late.

Both sisters continued to walk down suddenly, the wind blew stronger than normal as the ground shook violently not a second after making the girls stumble over as they heard a huge notice behind them making both sisters looked around them as Lucy looked back at the stone table, making her eyes widened. "look"! she exclaimed, causing Susan to fallow her gaze making her eyes widened in shook.

They both stood up as they ran to the stone table which is now broken in half, and the bodies were gone, not even the blood remained, "where's Aslan and Leah?" Lucy asked reserving Susan to shake her head.

"what have they done to them?" as the two girls look up once the light of radiant sun illuminated through. They heard soft movements in between the two stone walls directly be hide the broken table another stir case they both look at it with curiously as the sister's eyes widen once more as Lucy let out a gasp as the two figures making there way to stand in the archway, looking as enchanted and majestic the future queen and the true king of Narnia. 

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