Born For Better (A Peter Pevensie/ Narnia Fanfic)

Chapter 9- The Witch and The Stone Table

Annabelle's POV

I watched Susan and Lucy practice at the targets. Susan was quickly improving with her aim, getting closer and closer to the bulls-eye. Then Lucy took out her dagger and threw it. It buried into the target, right in the center. Susan opened her mouth wide and looked at Lucy. The girl just shrugged and the both of them began laughing.

The sounds of swords clashing caught my attention and I turned to see Peter and Edmund riding by, Peter riding a pure white unicorn and Edmund riding a chestnut colored horse.

"Come on, Ed! Sword point up, like Oreius showed us." Peter called.

"En garde!" Edmund shouted, swinging his sword against Peters.

"Now block." Peter instructed. I smiled and walked over to join Susan and Lucy at the target range. I drew up axe and drew my arm back, preparing to throw with a sharp pain shot through my stomach. I let out a shout and dropped my axe, falling to my knees.

"Anna!" Susan shouted. She ran over to me, Lucy close behind. "Are you okay?" She asked. I opened my mouth to say yes, as the pain had now gone as quickly it had come. But my words were cut off as a scream ripped from my lungs. I felt as though I was being ripped apart, limp from limp. My vision went white and all I could hear was shouting around me.

"What's wrong with her?" Peter's panicked voice reached my ears.

"I don't know, she just started screaming." Came Susan's panicked voice.

"I'll go get help!" Edmund said. My hands frantically tried to find something to hold on to as my head began pounding. I brushed against someone's arm and held on tightly. My body became stiff and frozen as if I were laying in snow, wearing nothing more than a thin nightgown. I felt a hand on my cheek.

"She's so cold." Lucy's voice murmured. Something warm wrapped around me, but it did nothing to stop the icy feeling from spreading through my entire body.

Then as suddenly as it had come on, everything subsided. My muscles relaxed. Warmth spread through me, starting at my chest and traveling to my fingers and toes. The pain diminished and my vision cleared. Aslan stood above me, blocking out the sun that shined down on me.

I was laying on my back in the same place I had collapsed. My brow was covered in sweat and my chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Aslan." I breathed.

"It's alright, my child." Aslan said gently. I reached up, tangling my fingers into his soft mane. He leaned his head into my hand. Susan, Lucy, and Peter were crouched around me, Edmund standing next to Aslan. I realized my other hand still gripped something tightly, looking to see it was Peter's hand. I loosened my grip, letting my hand slip way from his.

"Rise, Annabelle." He said. I released his mane and sat up slowly. Susan, Peter, Edmund, and Lucy moved to help me. They pulled me to my feet. I swayed slightly, but Peter held me upright in front of the great lion.

"What did you see, child?" Aslan asked. I raised my head to look at him, finding comfort in his honey colored eyes.

"That's just it... I saw nothing. I couldn't see anything. I just felt pain. And cold." I shivered at the thought. Aslan nodded then turned away.

"Walk with me." I stepped away from the Pevensie's and shakily walked away with Aslan, gripping his mane tightly. We were silent for a long time, and we had walked far from the camp before Aslan finally came to a stop.

"What you felt was your future." He said. "Your immediately future, if you fall into the hands of Jadis." I swallowed, but remained silent. Aslan let out a breath before continuing.