Prove Justly

Chapter 1: Blind Trust

Disclosure: I do not own any characters that were originally created by C.S. Lewis or filmmakers.

A young man stood on top of the highest hill within the distance. Below was a camp filled with the brave preparing for battle. A battle he was in duty to lead. He could see the entire camp that stretched to as far as the next high hill. Then, pass the hills, he saw an ocean. The ocean was a soft blue color that shimmered in the evening light. Farther out Peter could see something that struck out in the beautiful landscape. It was a castle made of white stone, and this white was not one of winter, but purity. It was something that seemed to beacon hope in a time of uncertainty. It was the light at the end of a mixed darkness the fight between good and evil brought in this war.

He took a breath of the thinner air; the smell of smoke from camp was not as thick as it was at the bottom in camp. He could see the smoke plumes from the fires dispersing at his level. However, smoke or not the air felt milder than the chilly September he left in England.

Peter then returned his gaze to the castle along the horizon, it was pleasant to look at and put his mind at ease. It had been racing with worries and the new information that was thrown at him for the past two days. His feet ached from the full day of walking and sometimes running he had done. Peter then realized he has not slept ever since he stumbled into this land. However, even with the simplest reason of just being overwhelmed by everything; there was something more serious, something that would keep anyone up for days. His brother was missing; he ran away. People were saying his brother betrayed him, his sisters, and everyone else on the Lion's side. Peter worried about what could be happening to him. Mr. Beaver said that Edmund was the bait to kill them all, so Peter wondered what would happen to the bait if he did not do what the Witch wanted him to do. However, as those worrisome thoughts ran through his mind, he knew it was best to look at the castle for a moment and clear his mind to keep sane.

"That is Cair Paravel, the castle of the four thrones." Peter turned around startled from his unexpected companion who came to join him. His pure gold mane brushed lightly on Peter's side. "Where I will crown you High King, since you are the first born."

Peter froze for a moment. It was not the first time he had heard those words from someone, but he still had not grown to accept it.

"You doubt the Prophecy?" asked Aslan after he saw the discouraged look on the young prince's face.

He took a moment to think of an answer. "No, but I do not believe I can rule a whole country. I am not who you think I am."

Aslan assured him, "Peter Pevensie, formally of Finchley. There is a Deep Magic more powerful that any of us who rules Narnia. It defines right from wrong and governs all our destinies—yours and mine."

"I could not even protect my own family."

"You brought them safely this far," disagreed Aslan.

"Not all of them…" Peter quietly said, disappointed that Edmund was still out in the land in the distance. Off to his left he could see the land was darker and more sinister than the land leading up to Cair Paravel. He assumed the Witch was dwelling somewhere in the darker area.

"Peter, I will do what I can for your brother. This may be harder than you think." The Lion began solemnly. Only speaking the actual and blunt truth of the consequences for Edmund's actions. Yet rest assured, Aslan had a plan. "By the movement of the White Witch I know your brother is no longer with her. I have sent out a search party and have sent word to the few left who are in the resistance in the north. I believe they may find Edmund."

"Resistance?" asked Peter curiously.

"This long winter did not prevail without a war, Peter. Long before you arrived many fought bravely to defeat the witch. Many Narnians and also humans to the south perished by death and stone. The humans of a kingdom south of Narnia, Archenland, fought as allies. The kings of both lands and their sons were almost all lost during a war in the mountains that are to the right of Cair Paravel. The remaining family who have survived attempted many more sieges on the witch in Narnia. They had become very desperate. While advancing they camp across an old faun of the Shuttering Wood. He had kept an apple from the Tree of Youth that had been passed down by his family for hundreds of years. The White Witch had stolen an apple from that tree and consumed it cursing her to become immortal and miserable. The human family had visited the faun's home and defended it has the Witch's loyal wolves tried to take it. As a gift to the family, the faun gave them the apple in hopes that consuming it in good heart they could be the ones to defeat the witch."

Peter, very interested in the details of Aslan's words questioned, "Is the family immortal?"

Aslan continued, delighted by Peter's eager listening. "Time has slowed for them. They were also given strength. However, they were the not the ones who could fulfil the prophecy. They have tried for almost as long as the winter has been to defeat the witch. It grieves me that they have never prevailed."

Peter then asked, being very hopeful. "This family can help my brother?"

"I am afraid that over the time of the winter this family has become discouraged. They wish to not be seen by none of my children born that were born in the cold. They have killed traitors before. However, I know that when they see the thaw and understand the Prophecy in which your brother is a part of they will come willingly. I have sent word to them that will arrive at dusk."

"What if they find Edmund before the message comes to them? Will they kill him?" Peter looked at the golden eyed Lion anxiously. He did not want to be desperate, but this was Edmund—his brother. He was supposed to take care of his brother, although, now no one really knew where he was. "I just want my brother back," Peter continued sheepishly.

Aslan nodded with hopefulness, then looked to the vast color of the camp below them. "I know Peter. I too want my family safe."

Then, Peter could hear the sound of a horn. He looked at Aslan in bewilderment before something daunted him; Susan was gifted a horn by Father Christmas. It was supposed to be used when help was needed. He took one more look at the darker land towards the north before he sprinted towards the sound. Peter almost rolled down the hill as he ran as fast as his able body could let him.

He arrived in no time to see Susan and Lucy in a tree. Susan was holding onto Lucy whose feet were dangling dangerously low for the wolves' teeth to bite them.

"Get away from them!" he yelled, drawing his sword. The young man's hands shook as he held such a power to kill. However, he would not give another thought as he did at the river.

"Lower that sword boy! You are already at a loss. The Prophecy is now unfulfilled," growled the wolf with a snicker at the end.

"No!" Peter shook even more as he kept his eyes on the two wolves who were circling him. The mangy beasts were crouched down, baring their teeth. Peter's locked his elbows in attempt to steady his arms. The sword glistened in the evening light that shined through the trees.

"I killed him myself!" The wolf lashed out, almost barking.

Everything fell silent; the only sound coming from the quarrel was the soft rushing of the water in the stream. Peter could feel is rapidly beating heart drop in his stomach; then after a moment of looking the wolf in his eyes, a sense of anger and protective rage flooded through his muscles. Peter fought down a lump in his throat he could hear the sounds of rushing hooves and footsteps. Aslan, the general, and many others with drawn swords rushed through the stream splashing the young boy lightly. The Great Lion swiftly pinned one of the wolves with one of His paws. With a battle cry, the general poised to kill the second wolf who was surrounding Peter.

"No, this is Peter's battle," ordered Aslan in such a calm tone that was opposite of the situation.

The wolf laughed one more time. He could see the fear, anger, and utter shock in the young prince's face. He did not have the strength the kill, and with his inexperience, the young man was defenseless. It would be such an easy kill and defeat for Aslan. The wolf already believed his queen was winning since he drowned the running boy in the swelled Great River.

"You may think you're a king, but you will die like a dog!" In an instant, the wolf pounced aiming at Peter's throat. However, the young prince had moved his sword in his last chance to protect himself and the ones he loved. He felt the sensation of falling to the ground as something hard hit his chest. It winded him and with the wolf on top of him, he could not expand his chest to recover. Peter heard the terrorized screams of his sisters, then a moment of silence.

Everyone paused except for Susan and Lucy who stumbled down from the tree and ran to Peter fearing the worse. Although as they came to his side they saw that he was alive and struggling to move the wolf off of him. Susan pushed at the wolf's soft yet bloody torso and it slumped to the side. She and Lucy looked at Peter would was ghastly white from the lack of air. He looked around wildly in shock before breathing a sigh of relief as his sisters hugged him. The others were next to him standing with a look of approval on their faces. Aslan released the other wolf who instantly took off running.

Peter's gaze then turned to Susan who just realized what the dead wolf said. Her face began to melt in grief. This only escalated Peter's confusion as he was just told something very different than before.

Susan turned to the Lion in tears. She believed that they were all too late. "Aslan, the wolf said Edmund was…"

"No, there is much more than what the said about his actions." Aslan looked to the others and informed him, "The wolf will run to the Witch's camp."

A few of them went running in pursuit of the lone wolf. Peter assumed they were going to spy and bring back word about the Witch and her army. The general stayed behind next to Aslan as He brought his attention back to young prince. Susan and Lucy still have not let go of him, but the color had returned to his face. They all looked at Aslan with mixed emotions that were changing rapidly to a more mournful tone.

"There is no need to mourn; we must wait on the others I have asked to help. The Witch would want to take your brother's life with her own hands," the Lion assured the children. It was not the time to predict something before it happened, but it was the time to recognize the young prince for his brave actions.

"Peter, clean your sword."

If this looks familiar to some, I will assure you that it is. It is just myself re-writing yet again what I have written before. This will be my last re-writing of this story. What caused me to do this was I wanted to continue with the saga I wrote before, but it was messy.

This first chapter is very close to the original plot, but this will change dramatically next chapter. Get ready...

Please review! If you see any typos please let me know and I will be diligent in fixing them. Thank you all for reading. Right now I am ahead of the game and will be posting the next chapter next week. We get to see what Edmund got himself into.