The Lost Elf of Narnia

Chapter 13: The Battle

Lucy POV

"Susan!" I cried.

The Stone Table had cracked behind us into two pieces, Aslan and Elentiya were gone too.

I stood and ran to the table, Susan beside me.

"Where did they go?"

She opened her mouth to reply when a shadow covered us from above, blocking the sun.

I looked up and gasped.

"Aslan!" We said together.

His mane had grown again and He chuckled, looking behind Him.

Susan and I ran around the Table when Elentiya came down the stairs beside Aslan.

We collided with them and made a giant group hug.

Narnia was going to win. I knew that now.

Elentiya's POV

I laughed as Lucy and Susan pulled me into their group hug with Aslan.

I felt so fresh, so powerful.

I had my gauntlets, breastplate, and my white dress back again, but no sword. I didn't mind.

Edmund would make sure it was taken care of until I got there.

When Susan and Lucy pulled back, they gasped.

"Your arms!"

I looked down and blinked.

A tattoo. Black swirls and whorls went all the way up them to my shoulders, thick at my wrists and slowly thinning the rest of the way.

Even the back of my hands weren't spared. A lions head on my left, a dragon on my right, with swirls around them.

I looked at Aslan, picturing a question mark above my head.

"Your powers have been fully restored, dear one. With it, your mark of a shapeshifter."

"But I don't remember Lucas having these." Aslan shook his head.

"That's because he was not a full shapeshifter. He was capable of calling fire to him as well."

"Oh." I said, staring at my arms.

"But we saw the knives. The Witch!" Susan said.

"If the Witch had known the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the Deep Magic differently. When a willing victim who has committed no treachery, two in this case, is killed in a traitors stead, the Stone Table will crack. And even death itself will turn backwards." Aslan said.

We walked around the Table as He spoke.

"We sent the news that you were dead," Susan said, looking between us. "Peter and Edmund will have gone to war."

Lucy drew her dagger.

"We have to help them." Aslan chuckled.

"We will, dear one. But not alone." He looked over at me. "Perhaps you could see if your powers do indeed work."

I nodded, stepping away from them.

I closed my eyes, picturing the creature I always had to keep secret.

When I opened my eyes, Susan and Lucy were gaping at me.

I was covered in black scales, my fingers now long deadly claws. I flapped my wings once, stretching.

In the world the Pevensies came from, I would be as tall as a double decker bus and about 9 meters, 30 feet, long.

Aslan nodded to me in approval and turned back to the sisters.