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Susan, myself, and Lucy practice shooting at the target. Susan takes aim and fires but misses the bullseye. She frowns at the target before jumping slightly startled as a small dagger lodges into the middle of the bullseye. We turn and see Lucy grinning at us.
"Good throw Lucy," I stated.
"Well you have a go Crescent," Lucy cried as she and Susan took a step back. I took a breath in and let my magic flow through me, I closed my eyes and let the tiny shard of glass fly into the bullseye. I opened my eyes as I heard Susan and Lucy clapping.
I bowed jokingly and turned to see Peter and Edmund practicing sword fighting. Both on top of their respected steeds. "Come on Ed, sword hand up like Oreius showed us." Peter yelled to our younger brother who shot Peter a small glare. Suddenly Mister and Mrs. Beaver come running up to all five of us. Edmund's horse rears in shock at the to and Edmund tries to calm his steed down.
"Whoa horsey!" Edmund calls out and the horse stops taking a breath before giving Edmund a look.
"My name is Philip." Philip declares and Edmund looks shocked.
Edmund nodded and whispered. "Oh, sorry."
"What's going on?" I questioned walking forward now standing in the middle of my siblings, Peter, and Edmund to my left and Susan and Lucy on my right.
"You better come quick the White Witch has requested a meeting with Aslan..." Mister Beaver stated. My eyes widen as I race away from my siblings and to Aslan. As soon as I approached the troops moved allowing me to go to the front.
As I was about to take my step forward to Aslan, he gives me a calming look. 'Stay there little one,' Aslan whispered to me and I stopped and gave him a short nod in understanding.
"Jadis... Jadis!!!" A dwarf shouts as The Witch arrives at the camp, Cyclops carry her throne. The Witch hops down and walks towards Aslan. Everyone around us growled and I too growled softly.
"You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan." The Witch cried out as everyone gasps.
"His offence was not against you." Aslan declared as his eyes narrow.
The Witch smirks and speaks clear. "Have you forgotten the Deep Magic?" She asked and Aslan let out a mighty roar glaring at her out right.
"Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was made." Aslan growled; I took a small step forward but kept back.
"Then you will know that the boy belongs to me." The Witch cries out and turns facing us all. "That boy," she starts pointing at Edmund. "Will die on the Stone Table."
I narrowed my eyes. "Come and take him then." I growled, my staff pointing at her. I kept firm in my place but didn't dare attack, not unless she strikes first. Aslan looked to me and smiled softly to me, sensing my decision.
"You think that a simple threat will deny me my right, little Queen?" The Witch questioned me, but I stayed firm. "Aslan knows that if I do not have blood as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned, and perish, in fire and water." The Witch stated a glare in her eyes. I narrowed mine and if I had not had my eyes permanently on her I would not have seen her flinch at my fierce glare, and as my eyes flashed a brilliant blazing gold.
"Enough, I shall talk with you alone." Aslan growled, The Witch smirked and walked into the tent first. Aslan looked over to me as I was about to go with him, but he shook his head.
'Why not?' I questioned. Aslan smiled softly to me before speaking.
'Because you may change fate as we know it if you follow me.'
I sighed and nodded, taking a step back to be next to Peter. Aslan walked into the tent; a silence falls over all of us. The time passes, Edmund stayed behind myself and Peter picking at the grass, Susan played with Lucy's hair and Peter was calmly running his hand through my hair.
With a fast movement The Witch exits the tent. Aslan follows from behind looking to everyone as The Witch goes to her thine. "The Witch has denounced her claim on Edmund." Aslan declares and the troops cheer.
"How will I know your promise will be kept?" The Witch asks. Aslan roars. The White Witch falls into her seat and the troops laugh. With a sneer The Witch leaves. I turn away from my family as they hug Edmund, and my eyes catch Aslan as he sighs and walks back into his tent.
"I'll be back," I whispered, before going to Aslan. "Aslan," I called out seeing the mighty lion look over to me his eyes holding an emotion I didn't understand. "What did you do?" I asked him as I kneeled so we could be face to face. Aslan says nothing but motions me to follow out the back of his tent.
Standing I follow behind him and we both walk to the hills. Aslan lays himself down and I sit to be next to him. "Don't worry little one," Aslan says faintly and moves his head to lay on my lap.
"I'll always worry, especially for you, your family," I whispered as I ran my hand through his mane laying my head on top on his. Aslan purred as we listened to the world around us.
As the silence become to much I speak again. "You took Edmunds place, didn't you?" I questioned. Aslan doesn't say anything but moves his head to rub against my face as the tears fell. "Don't go," I whispered.
"I must, my little one," Aslan stated. "To keep your brother safe. Little one, understand this, you are as close to my strength then you think, the troops look to me, but if something happens to me, they will look to you," Aslan started as he looked into my eyes. "That is what I wanted to speak to you about. I have taken Edmunds place, that will mean I die, I knew Jadis would do this, so I took his place." He continued as I watched his eyes closely. "Of course I wish this never had to happen, but it has to be. You will lead the troops little one, not Peter, not Edmund, not Susan and not Lucy. You."
"Are you sure?" I questioned.
"Little one, you and I are tied together in a way that no one would understand, you and I are one. I may die tonight and sadly you will feel it, such as I will feel when you are hurt or if you are killed." Aslan whispered. "Little one, I do not say this lightly, but I need you to be strong and you need to stay here for when I leave. Do not follow me, do not tell anyone of what is to come, understand my little one."
"I understand." I murmured before wrapping my arms around Aslan's neck and holding him. "I don't like this not one bit, but I will do what I must."
Aslan purred and walked me back down to my tent as the sky had begun to darken. "Remember little one, do not follow me," he whispered, and I nodded. "Goodbye my cub," Aslan purred, I pet his head and hugged him one last time.
