Hey, I'm back! Woooo! Here's an attempt at a Narnia story. Please review and tell me what you think, Thanks! Sorry it's short but it's just an introduction... don't hurt me!
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Blood.
"... Get the girls and get the home..." Peter yelled before engaging in battle once more. Edmund began to protest but Mr Beaver quickly grabbed his and pulled him along, away from his brother, who was blocking rapid attacks from Minotaurs and Dwarves.
Suddenly Edmund saw the White Witch making her way towards Peter, killing or turning anything that stood in her way, to stone. He pulled against Mr Beaver's grip.
"Peter said get out of here!" yelled Mr Beaver hoarsely. Edmund stopped struggling, remembering the last time he went against Peter's wishes.
"Fine!" he sighed, running off. Leaving his brother, his only brother, to defend himself against the Witch's army, and the Witch herself.
As the Witch drew closer to Peter, he fought faster and within seconds he had defeated all of the enemies that had faced him. He only just managed to turn round in time to block an attack from the Witch with his blood stained sword. He yanked it back and then swung at her with all his might, only to find his own attack blocked, and that is where it all began to go wrong for Peter...
He hadn't expected for his Unicorn to be shot, and for hi to be catapulted off. He also hadn't expected for the ground to be so hard! He felt sure he heard a crack from his leg as he fell flat on the ground. And he certainly hadn't expected for the White Witch to attack him. He obviously hadn't thought this through properly...
So as he blocked another of the Witches attacks, he didn't notice a creature walk up behind him, a sword held in its hand. It raised its hand with the sword, and pulled it back. It paused for a moment the plunged forward. A horrid sound of metal on metal emitted as the sword penetrated the armour that was wrapped around Peter's body. Blood trickled down the sword and dripped on the floor as Peter's breath hitched. The tip of the sword could be seen through his stomach. The blade glinted with red blood. Peter's blood.
Peter's eyes went wide with shock as his whole body felt like it was on fire. He cried out as his knees buckled and his whole body went numb. The last thing he saw before his world turned black was his brother and sisters running towards him. He mouthed 'no' and then dropped into the darkness that was awaiting him.
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