Summary: What if Susan and Lucy had gone to tell Peter and Edmund about Aslan's death? Follows the LWW movie. Horrible summary, I know, the story is better. First Narnia chapter fic, R&R
A/N: First Narnia chapter fic worth publishing!I post all my disclaimers on my profile. I don't think this is against the rules, but I really haven't looked into it, so tell me if it is... Hope you enjoy, and as always, R&R!
Chapter 1
Fires burn through the night. The assortment of creatures surrounding the Stone Table hiss, boo, and jeer as the great lion walks between them. Creatures rush forward to bind him. A flash of silver, screams pierce the night. "The great cat is DEAD!" screams the White Witch. Triumph is on every face. Every face except those of the two girls hidden in the bushes...
Susan and Lucy walked silently up to the Stone Table. Both had tears streaming down their faces. They approached Aslan, laying dead on the Table. The girls walked up and sat with the lion, stroking what little remained of his mane. Lucy and Susan sat with Aslan all through that terrible night, sobbing and stroking him. Morning came gradually. At dawn, both girls awoke. "We should go," Susan whispered to Lucy. "We can't just leave him," protested Lucy. "Lucy, there's no time. They need to know." The girls (Lucy very reluctantly) rose form Aslan's side, and walked down the stairs toward Aslan's camp.
Once there, Susan and Lucy walked silently toward the tent in which their brothers were sleeping peacefully, unaware that their sisters had witnessed the unthinkable mere hours before. The girls located the red and gold tent, but hesitated at the door. How on earth were they going to tell Peter and Edmund what had happened? Susan decided they might as well get it over with, they couldn't just stand there until the boys woke up. It had to be done eventually, and they would find out anyway in the morning. Susan walked forward and pushed the tent flap open.
At the sound of footsteps, Peter awoke with a start, sword in hand. Edmund also awoke, looking at his brother with wide eyes. "Peter? Edmund? It's us," whispered Susan into the darkness. Peter lowered his sword and reached over to light the oil lamp beside his bed. In the soft glow of the lamp, he could tell by his sisters' faces that something bad had happened. Both were in the clothes they had worn the day before, and their eyes were red and puffy, as if they had been crying for hours. Both had tear tracks down their faces. "What's happened?" asked Edmund anxiously. He too had noticed his sisters' expressions. Something terrible must have happened, for the girls to look that miserable. Lucy walked to Peter's bed and sat beside him, and Susan went to sit with Edmund on his bed. "She-she-" Lucy stammered, choking back a sob. She couldn't go on. "Who's 'she', Lucy, and what did she do?" Peter asked patiently after a moment, though he already had an idea about who 'she' was. "She k-k-killed him. At the St-stone T-table." She had tried to hold the tears back, but now Lucy was really crying, sobs racking her small body. Peter pulled her onto his lap and held her, the way a parent would do. Lucy buried her face in his pajama shirt for a moment, still crying. She looked up at the others and said in a small voice, "We saw it. We saw the knife..."