Where the Northern Lands Meet the Western Woods.
Peter.
Peter watched her, perhaps twelve feet in front of him, her daggers flashing like lightning.
She was as fluid and as graceful as the element she so perfectly controlled.
He knew where she was heading, despite the flame-eyed enemies that attacked both their people. He watched the single droplet of water that trickled down her temple from the light rain, tracing her lips and down the point of her chin, where it stayed but a moment too long.
Another of the crimson-eyed warriors fell beneath her, lifeless ruby eyes unseeing.
Her movements were familiar in a way that made him sick to his stomach, but he could not deny her skill. Snow drifted through the air, kicked up by the hundreds of feet that scurried across the surface of the frozen lake. It was as if they danced; their weapons an extension of their bodies, steel cutting through the air. Speed and dexterity rather than brute strength.
She shifted her left arm, pulling it closer to her face.
Sunlight shone through the gaps in the snowflakes as they fell about them, the snow kicked up as he moved. He used one blade to slide forward, trying to pierce what looked like the flimsy guard of her right hand.
She smirked, moving her wrist with surprising speed and easily turning aside the dagger's point. He turned to keep facing her, his other dagger moving towards her ribs. Steel against steel sparked as she parried, forcing him away from her as she lashed out with a swift strike that would have sliced his throat had he not flipped backwards. As she had known he would.
Peter's sword slashed through him with a single strike.
He'd not been watching his back, too intent on the prize in front of him. But he knew the instant the man fell behind him, felled by one of the Ice Queen's daggers.
...
Lucy.
Lucy saw him before anyone else did, her eyes lighting with joy as she ran to him. Unafraid. As wild as he was, she could never be afraid of him.
Of course she knew he wasn't a tame lion.
But nor was he just a lion.
He was Aslan.
And he had come.
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