Hello devoted followers. I am extremely sorry for not updating sooner, as I had to focus on my schooling however. This very day, I am going to be completing the story. Thank you for your continued support, and enjoy reading. Expect another in the early afternoon – for people in Australia.
Back inside our tent, I curl around our cubs. My last remaining piece of Aslan. I watch them sleep peacefully, unknowing the danger that they are in. My head snaps up. I will fight to keep them safe. I CANNOT lose them too. The decision is made.
I stalk out of the tent, and smell the air. It is almost dawn, I hurry forward. The cubs will wake soon. I come upon Shira. Shira is a fellow big cat, a leopard. And she also recently had her own litter of cubs. "Shira?" I whisper, hoping not to disturb the cubs sleep despite my urgency.
"Njeeri?", Shira calls back, "come in". I creep under the hill that they are sleeping in. It was dug out from under the hill for shade. "I need to speak with you" I tell her lowly.
"What's the matter?" she asked, concern dripping from her tone.
"I need you to do me a favour, a large one. One that I can never repay. I want you to take my cubs, if something were to happen to me or Aslan" I stutter out my love's name.
"Why? I thought you weren't going to fight tomorrow" she asked.
"But I am going to fight. To stand by the side of a Son of Adam, as we fight for every single Narnian" I reply. "Please, do this. This is only a precaution"
"Okay but are you sure you're alright? You seem tense"
"I'm fine, and thank you". I turn and breathe a sigh of relief as I leave Shira and her cubs. The sun crests over the tops of the tents, illuminating the dewy grass of the camp. I do not have time to mourn my lost love. I must prepare for battle. I head back to the tent to await Peter.
Peter barges in the tent as I feed my cubs, who have just roused from sleep. "Is it true?" He asks.
"It is. I am sorry, Peter" I say gently. Peter looks lost, as if all hope has evaporated.
"How am I supposed to lead an army without Aslan?" he says to himself. I stand and walk to him.
"Peter, look at me," I wait until we make eye contact, "I will help you. You know, I have experience in battle. The lionesses always do the hunting, but Aslan didn't call me his Warrior Queen for no reason." I say smiling, as I remember happier times with my mate.
" you're a mum, you can't leave your cubs!"
"I have no choice, because if we fail, Peter, they have no future. I cannot those them too. Let's inform the camp". We walk out together, with Ayotunde, Azizi and Fahari following behind.
"Narnians, it is true. Aslan is gone", I say quick to get this speech over with, trying not to succumb to grief in front of my people and cubs, "but we must not let his death stop what he triedso desperately to achieve. Peace in all of Narnia. We must fulfil his dream for not only ourselves, but our children and grandchildren. Tomorrow, we shall go to war"
