Me and Peter came out of our tent, and Lucy and Susan came out of theirs. We saw Aslan and Edmund stand on a rock, talking. 'Edmund!' Lucy cheered as she started towards the rock, but Peter stopped her.
Aslan motions for Edmund to get down from the rock and Aslan follows him down the rock as they came our way.
'What's done is done', Aslan concluded, 'There is no need to talk to Edmund about what's past.' With that he left.
'Hello...' Edmund mumbled awkwardly.
After a moment of silence, Lucy goes up to her brother and hugs him tightly. Edmund smiles a little sheepishly. Susan also goes to hug him and so do I.
'How are you feeling?' I question, pulling away a little bit.
'I'm feeling a little tired', he responded as we pulled away.
'Get some sleep', Peter said, seeming unfazed by the fact that his kidnapped brother had returned. Edmund nodded shortly before walking past us, to our tents.
'And Edmund', Peter turned to his brother as he also turned back, 'Try not to wonder off.' Peter joked as a smile formed on both of their faces. I chuckle as I move to stand next to Peter. He subconsciously wrapped his arm around my waist as I lean into him a little bit.
'Peter?' Edmund regained his brothers attention. 'That took you long enough.' Peter blushed and failed in trying to hide it. Susan and Lucy laughed at their brothers comment. I chuckled and jokingly wink at Edmund who snickered before entering the tent.
Later we all sat down for breakfast, well, me, Susan, Lucy and Edmund did, Peter stood a few feet away, leaning against a nearby rock. I could tell he was deep in thought, though he tried to hide it by smiling at me whenever he caught me staring. Meanwhile Edmund sat beside me eating, I think, his fourth piece of toast. Not that I blamed him, he's looked starved since the moment he got here.
'Narnia isn't going to run out of toast, Ed', Lucy joked.
'I'm sure they'll pack something for the journey back', Peter stated in a monotone voice.
'We're going home?' Susan asked confused.
'You are', Peter answered, 'I promised mom I'd keep you three safe. And I promised myself I'd keep you safe, Alexa.' He added before I could protest. There was a short pause before he continued, 'But that doesn't mean I can't stay behind and help.'
'No', I said a little sharper than I meant to, 'I'm not leaving you.' I got up and walked over to Peter, taking his hand. 'And besides, they need us, all five of us.'
'Alexa, it's too dangerous', Peter protested, stroking my cheek with his hand. 'you almost drowned, Edmund was almost killed.'
'Which is why we have to stay', Edmund argued. We all looked at him as he continued. 'I've seen what the White Witch can do, and I've helped her do it, and we can't leave these people behind to suffer for it.' He flinched as he recalled the events he had been through. Lucy takes hold of her brothers hand to try and comfort him. He smiled faintly and squeezed it slightly.
'Well, I guess that's it then', Susan concluded while getting up.
'Where are you going?' Peter questioned.
'To get in some practice', she answered, picking up her bow and quiver. As Susan and Lucy practice shooting at the target, Edmund, practicing his horse back riding, gallops by.
Peter and I, meanwhile, are practicing sword fighting, 'Come on, love', he encouraged, 'Sword point up, like Oreius told us. He puts his sword back into his scabbard as he moves to stand behind me, his chin leaning on my shoulder. He puts his hand over mine, holding the sword and shows me how to properly do the attack. I didn't really pay attention though. I turn my head to him, but before we could lean in, the Beavers came running up to us. Edmund's horse rears.
'Whoa horsey!' Edmund said.
'My name is Philip', the horse complained.
'Oh, sorry', Edmund apologized awkwardly, getting off of him.
'You better come quick', Beaver said, 'The White Witch has requested a meeting with Aslan!'
We stood right under the hill Aslans tent stood upon as the White Witch sat on a throne that was being carried by Cyclops, making her way over to Aslan who stood on the hill.
'Jadis! Jadis! The queen of Narnia!' A dwarf called out as he walked in front of the Witch's throne. The Cyclops carefully put down the throne, the Witch got up and walked over to the foot of the hill. She glanced our way before turning her attention to Aslan. Peters arm automatically wrapped around my waist, he always seemed to do that whenever someone we knew was dangerous came too close.
I promised myself I'd keep you safe, Alexa.
'You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan', she stated as a matter-of-fact, causing everyone to gasp.
'His offense was not against you', Aslan responded in a monotone voice.
'Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?' Jadis demanded.
Upon which Aslan growled as he responded: 'Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written. I was there when it was written.'
'Then you'll remember well that', Jadis said, remaining calm after Aslans insult, 'Every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property.'
'Try and take him then.' I hadn't even noticed Peters arm wasn't around me anymore as he stepped forward and pointed his sword at the Witch. But she paid no mind to Peter but simply looked at me as she said: 'You ought to contain your little king, girl. He might get hurt.'
I glared at the Witch but before I could respond, Peter moved to stand right in front of me, leaving less then 2 feet of space between us. He tried to keep me from the Witch's view. Trying to keep her from seeing it, I took hold of the back of Peters sword belt to hold him back.
'Aslan knows that unless I have blood as the law demands', she continues before turning to the crowd, 'All of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water.' With that she turned to Edmund and pointed at him as her voice got louder and more aggressive. 'That boy will die on the Stone Table, as is tradition.' Lastly she directed her attention back to Aslan, returning to her slightly calmer voice: 'You dare not refuse me.'
'Enough', Aslan concluded, monotone, 'I will talk with you alone.'
He turned around and walked into his tent, Jadis followed suit.
Some time passes until the Witch exits the tent. All of us got up from sitting on the grass. She passes us, returning to her throne, but not yet sitting down. Tension filled the air as Peter moved closer so our shoulders were touching. After a long moment of silence, Aslan finally spoke: 'She has renounced her claim on the son of Adams blood.' All the Narnians cheer as Lucy and Susan hug their brother. I lean into Peter, sighing in relief.
'How do I know your promise will be kept?' The White Witch demanded, to which Aslan roared causing the Witch to fall into her seat and the Narnians to laugh.
After that the Witch leaves, but as her throne is carried away, she takes one angered glance back at Aslan who'd disappeared back into his tent.
