Right by your side || The Chronicles of Narnia

The wolves

Peter, using all his strength, reached around and grabbed his sword handle, pulling the sword out of it's sheath, causing himself absolute agony.
One of the wolves laughed at this. "Well, we can tell you're not a threat anymore." It said. "You can't even lift the sword!"
Peter swallowed hard and glanced down at the sword, the blade laying across the floor. He did his best to lift it up, but his ribs screamed in protest - he didn't need to be told he'd broken more than one of them.
Glancing past the wolves he caught sight of Philip, surrounded by another five wolves, unable to go anywhere.
Swallowing hard Peter stared back at the wolves in front of him, opening his mouth to say something, but the second wolf beat him to it.
"I know who you are." It spat, an angry tone to his voice. "You're the one who killed Maugrum."
Peter took a deep breath, well, as deep as he could. "He - tried to kill my sisters." He choked, coughing harshly. "No one - gets away with that."
The three wolves glared at him.
"And also." The second one continued. "Your brother-"
Peter bit his lip at the mention of Edmund, knowing exactly what was about to come.
"- Is the traitor, am I right?" The wolf smirked at him.
"I'm afraid you're not right actually." Peter coughed, flinching in pain. "He's no traitor."
All the wolves laughed at this, even the ones guarding Philip.
"How's he coping?" The first one asked. "You know, with the poison."
Peter would've rolled his eyes, if he'd not come to term with the fact that practically the whole of the witches side knew what she'd done to his brother. "I wouldn't know." He choked.
"Ah yes." The third wolf said. "The cure was an apple from the tree of life wasn't it?"
The second wolf smirked. "But what you don't know is that our Queen, Jadis, gave us strict orders that, if you were to journey to find the apple, we'd make it impossible for you. The hag's already done her job I see." He added, glancing at the wound going across Peter's stomach.
"The hag is dead." Peter spat. "And you will be soon too."
All the wolves once again laughed, clearly not effected by Peter's threat. "You can't even lift the sword boy!" One of them snarled.
Peter shook his head. "If my family is involved." He said shakily. "I will do anything."
The wolves again laughed.
"Go on then." Laughed the first one. "Show us what you got."
Peter hesitated, his body screaming in protest. But - if he didn't get rid of the wolves, then he'd never get back to Cair in time.
Taking a deep breath, he gripped the trunk of the tree, before forcing himself to his feet, Unfortunately forcing a scream from his mouth as well.
The wolves just laughed at him, before the first one pounced, his paws colliding with Peter's chest and knocking him onto the floor.
All that escaped Peter was a groan, in too much pain to make much more noise than that.
Opening his eyes he saw the wolf, still on top of him, and with all his strength he brought up his sword and stabbed it straight into his chest, earning a surprised yelp from the creature.
He pushed him off and managed to get into a kneeling position, only now realising the wolf had managed to slice open his arm, and was worried at how his vision was starting to go blurry.
His head snapped up when there was a harsh yelp, and was glad to see that Philip had started fighting back, kicking any wolf that came near him.
Looking back to the other two wolves he only just had time to duck as the second one charged at him.
There was a groan as he hit a tree, causing Peter to then spin around and stab him with the sword.
Only one to go.
The second he turned back around the wolf was practically on top of him, pinning both his arms to the floor and causing so much pain Peter let out a groan.
The wolf laughed at him. "Take it you won't be able to save your brother after all." He snarled.
Peter squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the wolf to strike... but he never did.
Instead there came a harsh yelp and Peter felt the weight on top of him disappear.
Looking to his side he saw the wolf hit a tree before slowly recovering and running off into the woods.
Looking back Peter caught sight of Philip. "Thank you." He managed to say.
Philip nodded. "No problem sir." He said firmly. "Now come on."
Peter swallowed hard and shook his head, leaning back against the nearest tree. "Philip listen to me." He said, even speaking causing him to wince. "I need you to - to take the apple-" He paused and coughed harshly a few times before continuing. "And get it back to Ed."
Philip immediately shook his head. "I won't just leave you here to die your majesty!" He said quickly.
"Philip I cant walk and there's - there's no way I'm gonna be able to get onto your back." Peter said, coughing again, his ribs screaming in agony. "So please, take the apple back to my brother and tell him I'm sorry."
Philip had started to panick at this point, shaking his head back and forth. "I will not leave you to die." He said. "Tell you what, I'll go back and get help!"
By now it was like he was talking to himself, paying no attention to Peter whatsoever.
"Yes, I'll go back to Cair and get help." He continued. "If I don't stop I could get there by midnight... maybe. I'll go back and get help!"
Peter stared at the horse, looking dazed.
"Don't you worry Peter." Philip said. "Help is on it's way." And with that he turned and galloped off into the woods.
"Wait!" Peter choked, but his voice barely came out as a whisper and so Philip didn't hear him. "The apple. Edmund. Wait."
Peter watched as Philip disappeared, his eyes dropping.
The last thought he had before darkness consumed him was about Edmund, and that if the apple didn't get to him within a few days, he would die.

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