The New Warrior (Book 1)

Chapter 19 Aslan be with us

"Where are we going?" I whispered, clinging to Peters arm as we walked down the dark hall behind Caspian.

"I'm not sure. Caspian wanted to show us something." I nodded and watched as Peter reached up and plucked one of the torches off the side of the wall.

"Here. " Caspian's thick Spanish accent rang out. He stepped aside to reveal a large dome shaped room.

"Susan!" I heard Lucy gasp. "It's the stone table." She rushed toward the large rectangular stone that was split roughly down the middle.

At its head, a large lion statue stood proudly, accompanied with a statue modeled after each Pevensie child against the walls. Torches surrounded the room giving off a slightly orange glow. Lucy gingerly ran her fingers along the table and sighed contently.

"Why is that so important?" I whispered.

I was asking as a general question that wasn't directly addressed to anyone, even though Peter seemed rather angry when Edmund stepped in between us and answered. "That was the table Aslan was sacrificed on by the White Witch. Susan and Lucy were hiding the entire time and when her followers left they came out and sat with him all night."

Peter wrapped an arm around my shoulder and jumped in. "The next morning though, he arose and helped us defeat her and her army. "

I nodded, breathless. "Wow. I can't even begin to imagine how they felt watching that. It must've been horrible." Both boys nodded.

I glanced over and watched in awe as Caspian lightly touched the flame of his torch to one of the long deep shudder like objects that graced the bottom of the walls. The flame seemed to have a domino effect, jumping from wall to wall until it finally stopped at the foot of the statue of Aslan.

"He must know what he's doing. " Lucy proposed.

I looked to Peter and noticed as he swallowed hard. "I think it's up to us now. "

Everyone shifted their gaze to Aslans statue, almost as if they were waiting to see if it would object to Peters statement. I looked down at his slightly shaking hands and grasped one of them in my own, locking our fingers together and squeezing.

He smiled gratefully and pulled me into a hug. I sighed and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, noticing that everyone else was leaving the room and paying zero attention to us.

He let out a long, deep breath and kissed the crown of my head before whispering, "Aslan be with us."