Right by your side || The Chronicles of Narnia

The tree of life

Susan sighed a little as her, Lucy and Edmund stood in front of one of the cells, deep in the dungeons.
Her and Lucy were still trying to keep Edmund on his feet, and they were both struggling. "Come on Ed." Susan sighed, taking a step forward.
But Edmund stayed where he was, shaking his head slowly as tears filled his eyes.
Susan sighed sadly, casting a worried glance at Lucy before looking back to Edmund. "Ed come on." She sighed. "It's gonna be alright."
Edmund stared at her, swallowing hard. "Please." He choked, leaning against his older sister.
Susan bit her lip. "I know you don't like dungeons Ed." She mumbled. "But we need to hide."
"Susan's right Edmund." Lucy stepped in. "The door won't even be locked okay?"
Edmund glanced between both his sisters for a moment before sighing and nodding his head.
Susan smiled a little and reached out to open the door, pulling it so it swung open with a loud creak.
The very sound of the iron doors made Edmund cringe, but he tried his best to hide it.
Susan carefully led her brother into the cell and into the corner, out of sight of the door and sat him gently against the wall, kneeling in front of him. "You alright?" She asked, hearing Lucy closing the door behind them.
Edmund stared at her and shook his head. "How - How long will we be in here?" He barley whispered.
Susan sighed. "I don't know Ed." She mumbled.
All three of their heads snapped up though when there was a loud wolf howl from outside, Edmund biting down hard on his lip so he didn't make a noise of fear.
Susan, sensing his discomfort, shuffled over and sat beside him, pulling him into her arms. "It's alright." She whispered in his ear, running her hand lightly through his dark hair.
Edmund took a deep breath and buried his face against Susan's shoulder, trembling.
Susan pulled Edmund's cloak - which she's put on him before they left his room, seeming as he was only in pyjamas - tightly around him, noticing how he was shivering a little. "It'll be fine." She mumbled when there was another wolf howl, followed by a completely unhuman noise.
Lucy sighed a little and sat on the other side of Edmund, resting her head lightly on his shoulder.
And there the three sat, hoping beyond hope that Orious and the army would be able to keep the witches followers out of the castle.

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"It's getting dark your majesty." Philip said.
Peter glanced up through the trees at the darkening sky, nodding a little. "So we should be at the garden any minute." He said slowly.
"The woods should end soon." Philip told him. "And then there'll be a hill, with the garden at the top."
Peter nodded again. "Well, let's hurry." He said, picking up his speed.
The two walked on for around another ten minutes before the woods thinned out, and they came to the bottom of a tall hill, and at the top Peter could just about see a large wall. "Is that it?" He asked slowly.
Philip nodded. "That's it." He said, his voice full of awe.
Peter nodded. "Why don't you stay here whilst I go up?" He suggested.
"If that's alright with you?" Philip said quickly.
Peter nodded. "I won't be long." He said.
"Okay." Philip said. "Bye."
Peter said goodbye before beginning his climb up the hill.
It was rather a hard task, and by the time he reached the large iron gates in the wall he was panting and had to stop for a while to catch his breath.
Once he felt he could breath properly he stood up straight and walked up to the gates, peering inside to the glorious garden.
He stood in awe for a long while before trying to open the gates, only to find that they were locked.
"Crap." He muttered under his breath, shaking them again, alot harder this time.
"Who are you?"
Peter's head snapped to the side as he took a step back, drawing his sword and pointing it in the direction of the voice.
His eyes went wide when he came face to face with what he presumed was a dryad, and hesitantly lowered his sword. "K - King Peter." He answered, his voice shaking the slightest bit.
"Your majesty." The dryad said, immediately bowing. "Why do you wish to get into the garden?" She asked when she straightened.
Peter swallowed hard. "I - I need an apple from the tree." He said slowly.
The dryad frowned at him. "You cannot take the apple for yourself." She snapped. "It will do you no good."
"It's not for me." Peter said quickly.
"Then who's it for?" The dryad asked, looking confused.
Peter sighed. "It's for my brother." He said slowly.
"King Edmund?" The dryad said.
Peter nodded. "Please, he's been poisoned and needs the apple."
The dryad stared at him for a while. "If it is for another, then you may take an apple." She said, a smile now on her face. "But only one apple."
Peter breathed a sigh of relief and nodded as the dryad stepped forward and opened the gates with a single wave of her hand. "Thank you." He breathed. "One is all I need."
The dryad smiled kindly at him. "Good luck, King Peter." She said, before disappearing.
Peter took a deep breath as he entered the garden, glancing around, his eyes wide, it certainly was a beautiful place.
Shaking his head quickly he told himself that he needed to find the tree, and began walking.
The garden at the moment was in complete darkness, and silence, but Peter had a feeling it was the complete opposite during the day.
After five minutes Peter stopped dead, his eyes once again going wide.
Stood, tall and sturdy, a few hundred  metres in front of him, was a large tree.
The trunk a rich, dark brown - the leaves a beautiful dark green, swaying gently in the breeze... and dozens of  silver, shining apples.
Breathing a sigh of relief Peter smiled, he'd finaly reached the tree.

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