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06| NOT ALONE

Chapter Six

Not Alone

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PETER

WATCHING Annabell walking away caused my heart to ache. I re-sheathed my sword and rushed after her. I tried to follow her, but she seemed to disappear. The first place that I looked was the throne room, but it was empty. I felt like I looked everywhere for Annabell, but I couldn't find her. It was like she didn't want to be found.

I returned back to the throne room and noticed that there was a door behind the throne. Pressing my ear to the door, I could hear someone walking around. My knuckles lightly tapped on the door before her voice called out; "Come in."

I opened the door and closed it behind me before looking over at Annabell. She was seated on a small bed with a rag between her hands. She had removed her black war paint and had cleaned up the cut on her cheek. The left side of her mouth was bruised black. She had also removed the leather harness that she wore during the raid as she now only wore the long sleeve black shirt and tight black pants she was wearing before.

I sat down on the bed beside her and removed the rag from her hands. She no longer looked like Commander Annabell but instead the Annabell I remember. When we returned, I didn't think I would see her again...but here she was. Very much alive.

"What happened to you?" I asked her which caused a soft sigh to escape from her lips.

"When you left, Aslan came to me. Told me what happened and that Narnia still needed me. He used magic on me to return me to the age that I was when we entered Narnia. It kept me from aging but change me. My blood turned black. I figure it was a side effect of the magic Aslan used," Annabell began before stopping; gasping slightly.

"When the Telmarines invaded, I watched my people get slaughtered. I made a promise that it would never happen again and that we would be ready for the next attack. But you came back and that promise was broken," Annabell's voice broke as she rested her elbows on her knees and placed her face into her hands.

I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her to my chest. I placed my hand on the back of her head and ran my fingers through her hair. "I know. I let my pride get in the way," I admitted to her, knowing it was my fault.

Annabell pulled away from my chest and turned to face me. "We need to do this together, Peter. You're not alone," she told me as she reached up and grabbed my face between her hands.

I nodded before speaking; "I know."

My hands wrapped around her wrist and my thumb rubbed small circles on the back of her hands. "I've missed you," I informed her which caused a smile to appear on her face.

It was a smile that I haven't seen since I left Narnia...and I missed seeing it.

"I've missed you too. God, the thought of seeing you again kept me going throughout the years," Annabell explained as I rested my forehead against hers.

We gave each other matching smiles before I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. This was the only thing I had wanted to do since I saw her in the throne room, but my focus had been on planning the attack on the Telmarine Castle.

Annabell was right. I didn't need to do this alone. I had her with me. 

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