𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍, peter pevensie ✓

twenty one.

21

TO BE SO NAIVE

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"How do you know this will work?" Ernest asked as Cornelius passed him a burlap bag filled with ash, he also took a small sprinkle between his fingers and rubbed it below his nose to show him what to do.

"I have read every book both in the castle and out of the castle, I have heard these legends, I have listened to their stories. I've even studied the facts. Just trust me," the man rushed out as he lifted the glass box so that he had access to Alex.

It only took a few seconds before the half-faun, Ernest, spoke up once more to interrupt Cornelius' work, "Why don't you just use the same ash that we used?"

The Professor simply rolled his eyes and gently unclasped the silver locket from around her neck and opened it up to reveal a similar, yet very different, pile of ash within the locket. This ash had flakes of purple mixed within all the grey and black; it was beautiful.

Gruff words left his lips as he did so, "It was demanded by a much higher form a magic in Narnia, one of the first forms of the kind; the Aurora tree. To wake up an individual from their eternal slumber, you must use the dried remains of the first Drowsy Pudina flowers that grew around the tree. But to prevent the everlasting sleep, you can use any of the Aurora's decedents. Now, as we all know, each tree, flower or even weed is a successor from her."

Cornelius pressed his fingers into the purple ash from the locket as he continued to explain, sprinkling each particle of the ash over Alexandra's face as he did so, "It was hard enough having to track down the oldest tree in Narnia so that the ash we used will be more potent, but even that has it's limits. So, soon enough you will start to feel your eyelids get heavier and heavier as we are exposed to the flowers. So, lets keep this brief shall we?"

"What now?" his friend asked as the ash seemed to have almost no effect on the girl.

"Now," he clasped the locket shut once more and placed it in his jacket after he emptied it from all the ash to hopefully wake the girl, "I take every short cut and secret tunnel within the castle to get to Caspian's room before the soldier's get to him. If Alexandra wakes you are to take her to the courtyard in exactly five minutes. Understood?"

Ernest spared his friend a nod. "I understand what I must do," he spoke clearly as the other man pulled back a large tapestry hanging over a wall to reveal one of the many hidden doors that he knew about, this one would take him directly to the Prince's quarters so he could save him, "Farewell for now."

"Farewell for now," Cornelius repeated and began to dart through the dimly lit tunnel with only a fading torch in his hands to provide light. But even with the flames of the fire, the tunnel was too dark to see two paces in front of him.

The other was left in the office with the still unconscious body of Alexandra Dawson, her chest would still barely rise and fall only once or twice a minute if that. Apart from that, she was exactly how the books said she was. Stuck in her own mind, they assumed, for the hundreds and hundred of years that had passed in Narnia.

A whole minute passed as he just stared at her body and hoped that she would wake. A whole minute of dreading that Cornelius had not made it to Caspian in time. But more specifically, a whole minute before Alex opened her eyes for the first time in a long time.

At first, she just blinked repeatedly and stared up at the ceiling with confusion and uncertainty washing over her features, even more so that she felt her brows wrinkle up ever so slightly. Then, she took deep breaths. The sensation of air flowing into her lungs felt so foreign to her body and so did every movement in her muscles as she tried to sit up, she longed to do so.