So I was thinking Sequel? Maybe you should tell me, yes or no?
I stood next to Edmund on the cliff side, waiting to see the Witch and her army on the other side of the field. While Peter and Orieus stood on a small mound at the bottom of the large hill. "Nervous," Edmund asked staring out into the distance.
"No matter how many times some one enters into battle, they would be a liar if they said they weren't."
Edmund chuckled, "I think you might be right."
We watched as a griffin flew towards us. He made a circle around Peter, and then came close to Edmund and I on the small cliff, before diving down to stand at Peter's side. The tension was intense; I could feel anxiety build in myself. I could feel the adrenalin flow through my veins. Everyone stared off by the mountains waiting for the first sign of Jadis's army. I held my breath when I saw the first Minotaur appear. He let out a roar that I could hear, and I released my breath and gripped my bow tighter. He looked back and waved his large ax, and there appeared her army. I could see her numbers; they seemed to out do our own. "Here they come," I mumbled.
Everyone looked nervous around me. Jadis had the most unattractive creatures I had ever seen. Honestly, if they fought as bad as they looked, it would be an easy battle. "There are so many," Edmund mumbled.
"Numbers won't win the battle for them," I spoke sternly. We watched on as the White Witch came into view. She was being pulled by two larger polar bears, and she was on her silver chariot. I glanced at Edmund, he looked completely tense. I put a hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him. He looked at me; I gave him a small smile. "We will beat her, for Aslan."
The field then went quiet as the two sides stood there, determining the others strength and weaknesses. We looked down at Peter; he looked over his shoulder at us. I gave a small smile, and he returned it before turning his attention back to the opposing side. He pulled out his sword, raising it high. A horn could be heard, and we cheered, raising our weapons as well ready for battle.
The witch's army let out a cry as well, and then they started to advance towards us. Edmund pulled out his sword; put it in front of him and not taking his eyes off of the advancing army. He had the most determined look I had ever seen. Peter made a motion with his sword, and overhead flew about a hundred griffins. Edmund cheered raising his sword; Beaver and I raised up our bows and cheered as well. As they flew over the Witch's army, they released boulders on the creatures below. But as some of ours flew overhead, they were shot and brought down, making me frowned at the sight.
"For Narnia, and for Aslan," I could hear Peter yell as his unicorn stood up on its hind legs. In suit our army called for Narnia as well as Peter charged alongside Orieus, and then the first line charged towards the witch. Peter was out in the front, but the Cheetahs ran before him. And then the centaurs lowered their spears. Everything seemed to go quiet, and in slow motion the moment before the two armies clashed. I watched helplessly holding my bow as first the cheetahs and white tigers attacked each other. And that was when I heard the awful sound of the collision of swords. The sounds of the screaming and metal brought back memories of my first trip to Narnia, the loss we had suffered. How I had almost lost Godric that day, but then again I did loose him and Blaire.
The bloody battle continued below, the woman centaur nearby got her arrow ready. As the witch approached Edmund made the command to fire, and she fired. As the arrow soared through the sky it erupted into flames and became a large phoenix. Its body became covered in flames as it flew down between the two sides, making a wall of fire near the witch, causing the Narnians to cheer in triumph.
"Yes," cheered Beaver causing me to smile.
The wall was destroyed by the witch though as she rode through, a fierce look on her face. Peter glanced back at us, a worried look on his face. He seemed to yell something, probably telling them to fall back since they all came rushing towards us.
"Here they come," Beaver stated. "Come on," he said running back to get off the cliff, Edmund and I followed. We took our positions on the rocks, our arrows at the ready. I still stood next to Edmund, and now we were anticipating her army to run into the rocks. Edmund gave the signal to fire, and we released our arrows hitting the other army.
But then I noticed we weren't the only ones in the rocks, I noticed that dwarf who I had tied to the tree a few days ago here. He had his bow drawn, he seemed to be snickering at what he was looking at. I looked down to see him eyeing Peter. "Peter," I screamed as his unicorn was shot down. He fell, and it looked awfully painful. I quickly climbed down the rocks, turning around to see Orieus and a rhino charging at the Witch while knocking a few members of her army out of the way. "No, Orieus stop," I called, but it was too late. The rhino had been knocked over by one of the witches henchmen, and then Orieus was turned to stone.
I rushed to Peter, he looked as I came running to me. I brought my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Marlow," he said with sorrow in his voice. I pulled back, trying my best to smile, but not doing a good job.
"Are you alright," I asked concerned.
"Yes," he told me taking a look at the fighting all around us. I had to say the fight was gruesome, and I took out my sword as an ogre approached me. I knew Peter was in a daze, he seemed to frightened. I beat my opponent, and my attention was brought to a sound of stone crashing. I glanced to see the witch staring down Peter, I didn't like this one bit.
"Edmund," Peter called. "There are too many of them." I could tell by his voice he was panicking, he didn't know what he was doing. "Get out of here, get the girls and get out of here, go home!" He looked towards me, "Marlow go with him! I need you to go with him!"
He then turned to block an attack. I frowned, no way was no way I was leaving Narnia, never. But before I could go back to fighting, Edmund grabbed me and started pulling me away from everything. "Wait, what are you doing," I yelled.
"You heard him," Edmund warned.
I made him stop at the top of the small hill, I looked down at Peter, and he was struggling. I glanced at Edmund, he was looking down as well, only at the Witch. She was walking towards Peter, and Edmund pulled out his sword.
"What are you doing, Peter said to get out of here," Beaver protested.
"Peter's not king yet," Edmund said rushing down.
I smiled, taking out my sword. "He is right," I said shrugging. My smile fell though when I noticed Edmund was rushing towards the Witch. "Wait, Edmund, wait!" I began running down after him, but he was much faster then me. I am saying this now, battling in a dress is not an easy task. As I followed, I was stuck with the creatures that Edmund managed to avoid, and it was starting to annoy me. When I finally broke through a wall of them I managed to see how Edmund broke the witch's wand, causing a strong blue light to emanate. But what happened next chilled my bones, the witch stabbed him.
My eyes grew wide; it was almost exactly of what happened last time. I could hear Peter cry out his brother's name, but I stood completely frozen for a few moments. I watch as Peter charged at the witch, he has a look that said he wanted blood. I snapped out of my trance, and rushing towards Edmund. As Peter fought the witch I tore a sleeve of my dress, putting it on his wound. I felt tears begin to come to my eyes, I put pressure on it. "Marlow," he croaked out.
"Shh," I whispered. "Don't waste your energy, please. We need to stop this damn bleeding." I was frustrated, he was bleeding badly.
"I'm going to die."
"No," I screamed at him. "You are going to survive Edmund, you have too. Think of Lucy, and Susan, and you know Peter will be furious!"
He let out a slight chuckle, "Marlow."
"Shut up," I snapped tearing my other sleeve and placing it on his wound. "I won't hear this nonsense. Just stay awake, you hear me Ed, stay awake! You are going to live!" Suddenly I heard a roar break through the battle, and there, on a cliff, stood Aslan. "Edmund you will be alright," I said smiling, "Aslan is here! And so are your sister with help," I said happily.
I heard a scream nearby bring me out of my thoughts of Edmund. I looked to see Peter pinned down, the witch above him with her sword drawn to kill. But right before she could, Aslan pounced on her, and killed her.
Lucy and Susan ran down to Peter, but I couldn't pay attention to that, Edmund started coughing some blood. I tried to put more pressure on his wound to stop the bleeding, but it was getting worse. His breathing was getting more uneven. "Edmund," I heard Susan scream and fire off an arrow. I looked to my right to see the dwarf from the witch with an ax, I never saw him coming, and he would have gotten us.
The three ran to us, Susan undid his helmet and Peter put his hand on the wound, relieving me of my duty. I stood up, taking a few steps back away from them. Lucy pulled out a bottle filled with red liquid; she poured a drop into Edmunds mouth. He just laid there then, not moving. The three Pevensie's had a look of distress on their faces, he couldn't be dead. They all seemed close to tears, by now tears were streaming down my face.
But then coughing could be heard, and it was from Edmund. I smiled as I saw him open his eyes, he was alive. I turned wanting to give them some privacy, when I noticed Aslan a few feet away. I walked a little closer to him, "Aslan," I said bowing. "I'm glad to see you're still alive after all."
"It's the power of sacrifice," he said in his deep voice. "Why are you not with the others?"
I glanced over my shoulder to see the siblings hugging each other, then towards my feet. "Because I don't belong, they're family and I shouldn't intrude."
It was silent for a moment, till I heard a familiar voice call out my name. "Marlow," Peter called out to me. "What are you doing here all alone."
I looked towards him, "I'm not alone I'm with…" I turned and expected to see Aslan, but he wasn't there. "What, he was just here."
I turned back to Peter to see he was right in front of me, I jumped back a little. "Come on Marlow, let's go to Cair Paraval."
As soon as he said Cair Paraval, I instantly smiled. "I'm finally going back home."
He smiled down at me, lacing his fingers with mine. "Then you could show me around?"
"Of course," I said as I began to look for a horse to take us.
It had been two days since the battle, and today was the coronation ceremony. Since I was the last leader of Narnia Aslan thought it best that I take part in the ceremony by helping crown them, I agreed. Over the past two days I didn't see much of the Pevensie's, we were all to busy getting ready.
Now I was looking at myself in the full length mirror in my room. My dress was a deep green color mostly. My sleeves however were silver, and they came off of my shoulders. My hair hung in loose curls and I wore my silver circlet. I smiled at my reflection, I thought I looked prettier then I usually looked.
There was a knock on my door, "Lady Marlow?"
Instantly I recognized it as Mr. Tumnus, I had met him after Lucy returned from the field. She had told me everything they had experienced in my absence, and she especially loved to talk about the faun, Mr. Tumnus. "Come in," I called.
"Sorry to interrupt Lady-"
I quickly interrupted him, "Please, my name is Marlow, just Marlow."
I smiled at me, he smiled back. "Sorry Marlow."
"Now you needed something?"
"Yes, the ceremony is about to start, just thought I should come and get you since Aslan is with our future leaders," he said beaming.
I nodded walking down the familiar halls of Cair Paraval with Mr. Tumnus. We arrived just in time to witness the four siblings and Aslan begin to walk into the throne room. Before he disappeared, Peter looked at me and shot me a toothy grin. "Come on dears," Mrs. Beaver called to us in a whisper.
We hurried to stand behind the beavers; they would carry the crowns into the room. Then Tumnus would crown the girls, and I would do the boys. We began to walk up the aisle of centaurs standing proudly with their swords. "To the glistening Eastern Seas, I give you Queen Lucy, the valiant."
Lucy let out a gasp, with a look of pure joy on her face. We walked up the steps, Mrs. Beaver going off to the left with me, and Beaver and Tumnus went off to the right. Tumnus took the smallest silver crown, it looked like vines tangled together gracefully with a few leafs, kind of like mine, except hers was slightly bigger, and mine was a circlet. He placed it gently on her head, a look of pure joy never leaving her features. Tumnus smiled down at the girl, nodding before stepping back into his place.
I stepped forward with a larger silver crown in my hands, with a beautiful design on it, "To the great Western wood, King Edmund the Just." I stepped to be right in front of him, he bent down slightly and I placed the crown gently on his head. He stood up smiling at me, and I stepped back next to Mrs. Beaver.
"To the radiant Southern sun, Queen Susan the Gentle, "Tumnus put the larger and gold version of Lucy's crown on Susan.
I then picked up the largest crown; it was gold, the crown of the High King. I smiled looking at Peter as Aslan began to speak. "And to the clear Northern sky, I give you King Peter the Magnificent." He smiled as I stood in front of him; he kneeled slightly so I could place the crown on his head, his eyes never leaving my face. He stood back up, taking my hand and kissing it quickly. I couldn't help but smile and blush as I went back to stand in my previous spot.
I couldn't help but notice all four, and how proud they all looked. They sat on their thrones, and Aslan turned to speak to them. "Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen of Narnia, may your wisdom grace us until the stars fall from the heavens."
Then everyone began to yell out, "Long live King Peter! Long live King Edmund! Long live Queen Susan! Long live Queen Lucy!"
We all clapped and cheered, and then the ball began. As music played I looked out from my spot next to Mrs. Beaver as everyone began to dance and talk. Just then an outstretched hand came into my vision, I looked to see that hand belonged to Peter. "Care to dance," he questioned.
"I would love to dance with you my king," I giggled.
He wrapped his arms around my waist as we began to dance to the music. I smiled up at him, as he smiled down at me. He kissed my forehead, causing me to blush. "I'm glad you're here with us."
"I'm glad to be here as well."
Suddenly he stopped dancing, smirking down at me and took my hand, "Come on, lets get out of here."
"Peter," I asked as he suddenly dragged me away from all the guests. Next thing I knew we were in a small garden. Peter sat me down on a bench. "Peter what are you doing?"
He kneeled down in front of me. "Remember before the battle, I wanted to tell you something but you told me to wait?"
I then recalled the moments before the fight, "Yes."
"Well, do you think it would be okay to tell you now?" I nodded, and he took his hand taking mine gently in his. He came forward a little pressing his lips against mine. I immediately responded back. The kiss was like an explosion of fireworks in my mind, but he pulled away. I frowned, but he spoke. "I love you," he said truthfully.
My breath caught in my throat, he loved me. I stared at him for a moment trying to think of words, any words at all. But finally I got my mind to cooperate, "I love you too," I whispered.
So like I said up top, sequel? Its on you guys, there have to be enough approvals or people disagreeing. But this part isn't done yet, i still have an idea for this. BUT I NEED ANSWERS!
So yeah, hope you liked this chapter, super long! I dedicate this to the people who have been reviewing 3
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