We were outnumbered, many were being turned to stone, but everyone still fought with everything they had in them. 'Ed!' Peter yelled over to his brother, who, just like him, was fighting, three against one, 'There's too many! Get the girls, and get them home.'
'What?' I called back, after defeating yet another of of the Witches men. 'No!'
'You heard him!' Beavers voice was barely audible through the roar of battle. He took my hand and called out to Edmund, 'Let's go!'
We start to leave, but when I look back to see Peter outnumbered, five to one, fighting back with any energy he's still got left. Only about 30 feet away from him, the White Witch marched to him confidently, not a single man seemed to dare cross her path. I started to move back.
'Peter said get out of here!' Beaver protested.
'Peter's not king yet!' I called back before turning my back to them and running off the rocks and hills. The Witch was now very close to Peter, she raised her wand, ready to strike. I bring my sword down onto it, it shatters, sending a wave of magic loose that escapes from the wand.
She turns to me, astonished, a second later that astonishment makes place for anger. Her sword clashes against mine as I block it, but she is able to swing my sword to the side. At the same time, I feel the remainders of her wand stab me in the stomach. Over her shoulder, I could see Peter with a look of abject terror on his face. His lips formed my name but it was silenced. Around me everything seemed to be slowing down, all is quiet. I fall down onto my back. But the last thing I hear before I black out is a lions roar.
Everything is dark, then I feel a drop of something that tastes like fruity water in my mouth, I swallow. I cough and gasp for air as I feel the numbing pain I felt before disappeared. Gasping I sit up a little.
The first thing I see as I open my eyes is Peter, with tears streaming down his face. He pulls me up, carefully but urgently and holds me close to him, I wrap my arms around him and try to lean as close to Peter as I can. After a moment he pulls away before kissing my forehead and cheeks. I giggle softly at this, from the corner of my eye, I can see Susan chuckle and Lucy and Edmund making childish disgusted faces.
'When are you going to learn to do as you're told?' he questions affectionately. We all laugh and hug each other before Lucy suddenly pulls away, gaining our attention. She glanced down at the bottle juice if the Fireflower then jumped up and ran towards some of the men that fell during battle, healing them with with the gift she'd gotten. Edmund and Susan followed her. Peter and I followed them with our gazes but remained where we were. After a moment I turned back to Peter who said, still in a shaken up voice: 'I thought I'd lost you, don't do that again, please.' His forehead leaned against mine.
'I'm sorry', I apologized trying to calm him, while reaching up to stroke his cheek, 'but I didn't want to leave you.'
'And I couldn't put you in even more danger by making you face someone like her.' I smile slightly at this and lean in to kiss him. 'I love you', he whispered before our lips touch. I stop, realizing this was the first time he'd told me he loved me. I smile brightly, 'I love you too.' I tell him, before kissing him like it'd be the last time I ever could.
Not a moment later he kissed back, placing one hand on my cheek and the other on the small of my back. I held him close to me.
I love you, he whispered.
