Annabelle's POV
I ran to Peter as the earth began to shake, grabbing hold of his arm to steady myself.
"Aslan!" I shouted over the noise of battle, "It's Aslan!" Peter's eyes widened as the trees around us uprooted themselves and joined the fight, tangling the Telmarines in their roots and throwing them with their branches. Another tree drove its roots back into the ground, digging through the dirt until it reappeared in the midst of the Telmarines, crushing a catapult. Peter raised his sword, rallying the Narnians who had stopped to marvel as the magnificent sight.
"For Aslan!" He cried, charging forward. The Narnians let out a roar, almost loud enough to match that of Aslan's.
I grabbed a low hanging branch of one of the trees and pulled myself up, swinging right into a group of Telmarines. They froze as I landed in their midst. Letting out a battle cry, I attacked. It didn't take long for the soldiers to recover from their shock and soon I was taking on three soldiers alone. My axe was knocked from my hand and a soldier pushed into me with his shield. I fell to the ground, but before the Telmarine could deliver his final blow, a sword stopped him.
"I wouldn't, if I were you." Caspian growled, kicking back my attacker. I jumped to my feet, searching the ground for my axe.
"Looking for this?" Another voice spoke. I turned to see Edmund holding it tightly in one hand as he fought with his sword in the other. He tossed it into my open hands and I turned on my heels, slicing right into the throat of a Telmarine.
"Thanks for the help, boys!" I called, spinning around to lock another soldier into combat.
"No problem!" Caspian answered.
"Peter would actually kill me if anything happened to you!" Edmund added.
"To Beruna!" Sopespian's voice rang loud and clear over the chaos of battle. The Telmarine I was fighting turned without a second thought and fled into the woods. The rest of the soldiers followed suit. I looked at Edmund and Caspian, who both nodded and we followed them to the river.
The Telmarines reached the bridge, Sopespian at the lead, when they all came to a screeching halt. I froze, my feet planted in the sand as I saw two figures blocking the Telmarines way. A valiant queen, holding a dagger tightly in her hand with a smile on her face, and a mighty lion who stood calmly in the face of the enemy. Faces of soldiers looked back as the Narnians blocking their escape.
Sopespian raised his sword and issued a charge, flicking the reigns of his horse to keep going. His army followed suit, running across the bridge and through the water. Seeming unfazed, Lucy and Aslan stood their ground as the Telmarines got closer. Then, just as Sopespian was halfway across the bridge, Aslan let out an earth trembling roar, bringing the Telmarines to a stop. Silence fell as the water began to recede downstream. All eyes followed as the water collected into a mass that leapt forward in large crashing waves.
The Telmarines in the water turned to make for dry land, pushing passed each other in search of an escape. Sopespian dug his heels into the sides of his horse and continued across the bridge. Then from the waves, came the river god, towering over the fearful soldiers. As he drew nearer, the Telmarines jumped from the bridge, swimming back to shore in surrender. The river god dove back into the water and under the bridge, his hands breaking it apart and lifting it high into the air. Sopespian remained on the bridge alone, looking around frantically as his men abandoned him. He locked eyes with me, his eyes becoming filled with rage.
"Witch!" He spat as time seemed to slow around me. In one movement, Sopespian drew out his crossbow and shot just as the river god devoured him. I stumbled as someone jumped in front of me. The arrow found its mark in Peter's chest as he fell back into my arms and I sunk to the ground.
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Born For Better (A Peter Pevensie/ Narnia Fanfic)
FanfictionEvents follow The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. Annabelle Rox was born into a hostile life. Abandoned at a young age, she grew up in an awful orphanage in London. No one paid her any mind because she was different, suf...