My dear king, save me. (Aslan fanfic) (EDITING!)

Safe and sound...for now

I lay silently in the grass, feeling the wind brush softly against my fur.
My head resting on my front paws.
I lay there, just looking at him. Watching his lips move as he speak. Telling me about his world, his past, what life in Narnia had been before the witch had come. He looks so at ease. So calm. I had a feeling I was the only one here at camp, who had seen him like this. So, carefree. Eyes twinkling with happiness as he tells me the stories of how the inhabitants of Narnia used to live in harmony. How they danced, sang, ate and lived together.

After my oh so formal confession, (if you could call it that) I wasn't expecting him to lay down beside me and tell stories about his old days. Honestly, I don't know what I was expecting when he said he would teach me... teach me how to love. isn't that something I would have to find out for myself? Even so, I said to him that I wanted him to teach me, to show me. And if laying beside me, and showering me with his deep gentle words is the way, I won't object. Because as I lay here, beside him, I finally feel at peace. For once in my life(lives) I don't have the urge to run. To escape the feelings I cannot understand.

I can't describe what I'm feeling right now, but I know, that I wouldn't mind feeling like this forever.

But... like any other beautiful moment, peace cannot last forever.

The sound of a horn blaring not far from the camp. It took me no more than two seconds to realize who the horn belonged to. I didn't have the time to process what might have happened, or where the others were, as I dashed down the hill with Aslan just a few feet behind me. I didn't slow down, nor did I acknowledge the other warriors that joined us along the way.

The only thing I could hear was the blood rushing in my veins. The fear that built up in the pit of my stomach. The fear of losing someone I cared about. The fear fo Losing any of the children. Or another one of the children. The children I had come to care for so much after such a short time.

Reaching the river I jump over, stopping just a few meters behind Peter, and even fewer behind the wolf that was about to launch itself onto him. But before I could do anything (not really sure what) Aslan sprung past me and pinned the wolf to the ground.

(And at the same time taking a protective stance in front of me.... tho I was to dense to notice)

Oreius draws his sword, ready to strike.

Aslan: "Stay your weapons. This is Peter's battle."

Aslan's words don't sit well with me, the urge to protect Peter as if he's my own is strong, but I know he's right. This is Peters fight.

Maugrim: "You may think you're a king, but you're going to die...like a dog!"

The 'big' bad wolf lunges at Peter who raises his sword to meet his attacker... and falls to the ground.

"Peter... no!"

Susan and Lucy jump down from the tree and run up to Peter. My body seems to have gotten over the past "shock" and regains it's mobility, and I jump past the other guards. Helping Susan push  Maugrim's body off Peter we all let out a breath of relief when the boys blue eyes meet ours in astonishment and a slight (cocky) smile on his lips.

Yeah yeah... as if he knew it would all end well. Tell that to my heart...

Aslan lets Vardan go (the wolf), and I subconsciously step in front of the kids as he sprints past us.

Aslan: "After him. He'll lead you to Edmund."

Oreius and the rest of the group chase after the wolf.