Honestly, it was horrifying for Ria to watch. The scene down below consisted of two huge groups of creatures prepared to die. So many believed in their cause, in their leaders, and in their strength. That was Ria fell short. She wasn't confident in herself, but she knew she needed to be. Ria needed to believe in herself.
Edmund signaled the archers from behind them. Each arrow flew across the open space and pierced its victim. Some of the kindled arrows struck the ground, igniting the grass. As the ground caught fire, a small barrier of flames separated the two armies. For a moment, it was a success. Mr. Beaver let out an excited cry, but, suddenly, the witch blaster her way through the wall of fire. With cold powers, the fire was much too easy for her to dodge. The unexpected turn of events brought Peter to call for a retreat. They fell back toward the rocks. Afterward, a horn sounded as another signal. Edmund began running down the steep hill. Ria reluctantly followed, closer to the violence. Again, Edmund rose his sword, and the archers released at his call. Coming closer to the rocks, the witch's army was once again struck by arrows. They attacked, as well, shooting down Peter's unicorn. The shock and worry on Edmund's face brought Oreius to notice. It drew him to turn and face the opposing side by himself. Following his lead, the rhino charged his way through the battle, but was taken down too soon. Oreius continued to advance without backup. He was ruthless to the minotaur that clung onto him. With one final stab, the minotaur fell to the ground, dead. It was dramatic to watch, but Ria followed the horror. She watched Oreius continue to slay his enemies. Finally, reaching the witch, he leapt into the air, swinging his sword at her neck. To match, the witch raised her wand. Ria let out a small, sharp gasp of surprise. The mighty centaur had become a stone statue. His figure was still showing the determination and preparation in drawing the final blow. Unfortunately, the witch reached him first. Then, without thought, Ria dove straight into the middle of the battle. She began battling the nearest animal she didn't recognize from Aslan's army. Her sword began swinging like crazy, trying to remember her training. Beside her, Edmund had joined the fight. It was a hectic battle. From across the field, Edmund's name was shouted. In the direction, his head turned. There stood Peter, in the midst of the war. "There's too many; get out of here! Get Ria and the girls and get them home!" Ria immediately retorted about how Peter wasn't in charge of her; she ran further into the fight, clashing against a large animal.
"Peter isn't king, yet," was heard from behind Ria. Edmund, too, hadn't listened to Peter's instructions, and they ran down the rest of the hill. Together, the two fought side by side. They made their way past various creatures, finally reaching the witch, herself. Edmund took the advantage and brought his sword down on her staff. The wand send billions of little shards and a bright blue light around the battlefield. In that split second of triumph, the witch took the remaining staff, swiftly disarmed Edmund, and stabbed him. He was send crumpling to the ground.
That was end Ria lost control; her emotions swept in. Ria ran over with a cry and jabbed at the witch. Not far behind was an anger Peter. They both were fighting for Edmund. One of them saw Edmund as a brother, the other, a friend. He didn't know it, but Edmund taught Ria the true cruelty of the witch, and she was thankful for it. Otherwise, she would have been backing the wrong side and still in the grasp of the horrible woman. A few more blows at the witch grew Ria to began panting, but she felt the adrenaline pulling through her body. She had a motive to peruse the kill; Ria spent years locked up as a prisoner. On top of that, the witch had just seriously hurt her new friend. On the other had, Peter only had the one thought of his brother in his mind. It was enough for the both of them.
Breaking everyone from their concentration was a loud roar off in the distance. All heads snapped in the direction, and there stood a mighty, undead Aslan. He had the sun behind him, making him look even more divine. Aslan stood with pride and confidence; he was a true leader. With him were Lucy and Susan, leading another group of soldiers. They had made it back just in time. It was a miracle.
Whether out of disbelief or smugness, the witch managed Peter to the ground and disarmed Ria. She didn't completely ignore the lion's presence, though. Around them, troops ran from behind Aslan and joined the fight. However, Ria stood there defeated, but she didn't let that stop her. Ria ran, head on, at the witch. She let out a loud cry as she did so. Before the witch could deliver her final blow on Peter, Ria grabbed the witch's arm and gripped it with all her might. The witch let out a loud, piercing cry of pain and surprise. The shout did startle Ria a bit, but she continued; whatever she was doing, she was hurting the witch, and that was all Ria cared about. The witch tried to untangle Ria off of her, but Ria persisted. She drove her emotions into the grip around the witch's arm; Ria concentrated on the cell, torturement by the cold, malnutrition, and wolf attacks she endured her whole life. Ria focused on Edmund's injury, Aslan's death, Peter's love, Susan's concern, and Lucy's innocence. She fought for them and for herself.
Out of the corner of her eyes, Ria watched Aslan leap overhead. He took the witch from under Ria and pinned her down. His deep claws were out, and a loud growl escaped from his mouth as it closed in. It was done.
It all happened too quickly. From the war's start and end, so many lives had been taken in so little lives. Around them, soldiers continued to run across the field, blades drawn. Looking down, Aslan still stood above the witch's dead body. Along her arm, Ria noticed two, hand sized burns right where Ria had been. She did have powers. It scared her for a bit, but Ria remembered Aslan's words. She had to embrace her power.
Before her, the two sisters ran over to Peter, tackling him into a hug. It was Susan who broke it off first. "Where's Edmund?" With sudden shock, the three ran off into the direction of their brother. Ria trailed, not far behind. Above his body, the witch's dwarf seemed to be ready to drive his sword into Edmund. Without hesitation, Susan botched an arrow and let it fly. It rightfully sunk into the dwarf and caused him to die. After that, everyone swarmed the body. Edmund was laying on the ground, coughing and gasping. There was a lot of blood at the scene, and Ria could tell Edmund was running out of time. Cleverly, Lucy quickly pulled out a cordial. Ria assumed the pretty red mixture was magical. Lucy brought the bottle to Edmund's lips and let one drop roll down into his mouth. There was a suspenseful moment when Edmund's body lay still; Ria feared the worst: they were too late and the potion didn't work. Fortunately, with a sharp gasp, Edmund opened his eyes and was brought back. Ria hadn't even noticed she was holding her breath until she heaved it out with relief. Edmund sat up, only to be embraced by Peter. After the tight squeeze, Peter looked at his brother and asked, "When are you gonna learn to do as you're told?" Laughter erupted, and the siblings piled onto Edmund. Momentarily, some small hand waved for Ria to join, and Ria joined the rest on the ground with a huge smile. Ria was so thankful Edmund wa going to be alright. She would never have been able to bear his death; she would have blamed herself for causing the war and, therefore, Edmund's death. Too quickly, the arms around her loosened. Their attention was on Aslan, whose breath unfroze a gain statue. Promptly, Lucy stood, cordial in hand, and began going around. Without much time, the remaining stone victims were healed and mobile.
Looking around, the shock and relief was still on the faces of many. There were only a few that couldn't be saved; they're statue figure had been broken. Many were seen leaning against each other for support. They began walking around, lingering behind Aslan. As Ria continued walking, thoughts filled her head. She had many questions, but it wasn't the time to ask Aslan. She kept her head toward the ground. Suddenly, Ria found something she wasn't even looking for: her sword. It was laying on the ground, innocently. The blood stains on it made it look tougher. Ria took the sword from the ground and slid it back into its scabbard. From the side, Edmund approached Ria with a smile. They began following Aslan's army.
"Guys!" Lucy came running over to them. Peter and Susan turned their heads and drifted up from behind. Dragging behind her was Mr. Tumnus. He looked a bit nervous, but, other than that, he seemed alright. Peter spoke out, "Mr. Tumnus, I presume." The faun let out a small agreement and nodded, slightly.
"It's a pleasure. Thank you for looking out for Lucy," Peter continued. Peter put out his hand, and Mr. Tumnus took it and shook it awkwardly. Peter kept his grin, and Mr. Tumnus smiled brightly.
"Ah! Tumnus, good to see you," Mr. Beaver called out. He and his wife wandered over and beside him. They started small talk as they continued walking. Edmund kept silent, as did Ria, but Ria occasionally nodded along. The eight of them followed Aslan and his army off with many sorrows on their minds.
