The two armies collided and the Narnians rallied. Fighting was intense and we were in such close quarters that I couldn't rely on shooting a lot of arrows. Instead I used my bow as a weapon and a few daggers that I managed to snatch throughout the battle. I kept telling myself not to think about what was going and that the battle would be over soon. If I starting thinking about what I was doing, I would freeze up. Then I wouldn't be able to do anything for the help Narnians or Peter.
Even though I started out next to Peter, through all the fighting we got separated. Eventually, I found myself surrounded by a lot of the Witch's minions. I started shooting as many arrows as I could, as quickly as I could. As long as they were on the Witch's side I shot at anything that moved. I couldn't allow anyone to get within a certain distance of me or else I wouldn't be able to use my arrows.
My arrows never seemed to miss a target, though I could've swore I miscalculated a few. Some of the other Narnians would push through and join me but they never stayed for long. We always ended up separated again. I grew worried I would run out of arrows. But every time I drew another, there were still plenty in my quiver. They were magical I guess.
Finally there was a pause in fighting around me and I had to opportunity to get my bearings. I looked around, searching out Peter, and I watched as we were slowly losing out numbers. We had a decent size army but her army was over twice the size of ours. For every one soldier we had, she had two or more. But the Narnians fought with determination and that was why we were able to hold out for so long. I was worried about how long that would last. What would happen if we failed? I shook my head. No time to think like that.
A faun went down and was killed. Another followed not long after. Many of the Narnians were dying and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Nothing I could do to help them. I was supposed to be their protector, but so far I hadn't protected anyone but myself. I was failing at my duty and decided to try and do better.
Peter was still missing, but I didn't have a chance to find him. More shooting arrows and more swinging of my bow. I managed to kill two creatures that ganged up on the Narnians and then screeching drew my attention. Two griffons dived towards the Witch. Swinging both her blade and wand, she turned one to stone and cut the wing of the other. The one she had turned to stone crashed into the rock cliff and burst into pieces. They flew in my direction and I had to duck behind some boulders to avoid getting killed by them. It was then I spotted Peter.
He had used his shield to protect himself from the blast and then returned to fighting as if nothing had happened. It was the same for all of us. Not one Narnian was going to stop. The only way they would was if they died. We were going to fight til our last breath. I had a feeling that was what the Witch wanted. None of her warriors were showing any mercy of any kind.
After who knew how long of fighting, I heard Peter shout and I turned around. "Edmund! There's too many! Get out of here! Get the girls and get them home!"
Peter didn't tell me to leave as he knew he had no authority over me...yet. He knew that I was a Narnian and I would likely fight with them. But what he didn't know was that if he ordered me to leave, I would have. I didn't want to be here anymore than what I felt I had to. It was impossible task to save all the Narnians and I wasn't sure how much more help I would be to Peter.
Edmund didn't want to leave and Mr. Beaver had to pull him away. He led him up the rocks. Once he was up there—safe from the battle—I looked away and focused fighting. Narnians were falling left and right. The Witch's army was losing numbers too but it looked like we were losing more. It seemed like we were fighting a losing battle.
After a few minutes, a blue glow drew my attention and I turned around. Edmund was standing before the Witch, sword splitting her wand in half. I knew such an action had to make the White Witch angry. Most of her power, her magic had been transferred to that wand. In one swift maneuver, the Witch shook off Edmund's sword and stabbed him in the stomach with the remains of her wand. His face showed his agony as he fell. I could only stare in horror.
Peter shouted Edmund's name as he fell to the ground. I literally froze in my spot and didn't know what to do. It had just sunken in that I had failed at protecting the Kings and Queens. He was supposed to be safe but now... What could I do now if I couldn't even keep Edmund alive? My eyes found Peter, still rooted to my spot. Peter's face held sorrow and anger as he looked in my direction. It quickly took on a look of horror and fear.
"Ana!" he shouted at me but I still didn't move. His shout was a warning to me, but I didn't realize that. I thought he was shouting because I had failed.
I saw movement in the corner of my eye and I glanced to the source too late. A mace-swinging creature hit me hard and I fell to the ground. My vision blurred and the last thing I saw was Peter running towards the Witch. My head was in agony and as my eyes closed, I thought I felt something run down my face. Then everything around me turned black. The pain, sounds, everything disappeared when the darkness crept in.
I had no time to process what was happening. But I knew I was dying. Everything around me was so dark and I felt cold. Phoenix felt so far away, no matter how hard I tried to reach for her, it would not come. I could only hope that I would be alright and this was all just a bad dream. None of this had actually happened. Aslan wasn't dead, we didn't go to war, Edmund wasn't dead. None of it was real. Everything would be fine when I woke up. This couldn't be the end.
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Fiksi Penggemar𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 Ana is a human hiding in Narnia. She has a secret that most of the Narnians don't know about. Revealing it would mean she wouldn't have to spend her whole life in hiding, yet she does. Why? Will she be forced to reveal it to the Peve...