Disclaimer: everything in Narnia belongs to C.S. Lewis, some things possibly to Walt Disney Pictures, Walden Media, and 20th Century Fox. I'm just borrowing. Not making any money. Don't sue.


Chapter II

Horror

By chimère

We have victory.

It was always a welcome realisation, even though it was the common outcome of the military campaigns of Narnia's kings. The Northern Giants, as many others before them, could only match brute force and ferocity to the tactics, training, and discipline of the Narnian army. The battle was not over yet, but its outcome was already clear.

Peter had a moment to think that perhaps he had grown careless in his anticipation of victory. Smashed against the rocks by a Giant whose approach he hadn't noticed battling another enemy, and crushed in his armour under this new opponent's heavy foot, soon all thought fled his mind.

It was merely instinct that drowned Peter in horror at the sound of an almost inhuman voice screaming his name. The most deeply ingrained instinct: my brother should not hurt so.

The same horror was in a pair of wide dark eyes above him that were the last thing Peter saw before all went black.