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Chapter six

Peter, now changed into a smart tunic and boots, stood with Aslan on the hill and looked out. Apart from the vast, impressive camp, he could see a castle in the distance.

"Your throne sits there, at the castle Cair Paravel," Aslan said.

"My throne?"

"The four thrones. Two for the sons of Adam and two for the Daughters of Eve. You will sit there Peter, as High King,"

Peter sighed.

"This prophecy you keep talking about…" he began, but couldn't find the right words.

"You doubt it?"

"I don't but… you seem to hold a lot of faith in us. I'm not sure that I am who you think I am,"

"Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned you planned on turning him into a hat,"

"That was Aurelia too," Peter mumbled. Aslan was silent for a moment.

"Aurelia's life has not been easy,"

"How so?" Peter tried not to let his face give his emotions away. Aslan glanced at Peter.

"Such pain, at such a young age,"

"I don't know anything about that. She won't tell me,"

"Hmm. She will open up in time. I'm sure all she wants is kindness," Aslan turned to walk away.

"Aslan, how am I supposed to protect a whole country when I couldn't even protect my own family?"

"You've brought them safely this far,"

"Not all of them," Peter hung his head.

"Peter, I will do what I can to help your brother. But I need you to consider what I ask of you. … I too want my family safe," Aslan began to walk away again but Peter followed.

"But…"

Aslan turned and looked Peter dead in the eye.

"Peter, there is a Deep Magic more powerful than any of us that rules over Narnia. It defines right from wrong and governs all our destinies. Yours and mine,"


Aurelia stepped out from her tent, dressed in a red dress. The clean material was soft against Aurelia's skin and she smiled as she tied her sword around her waist. The cuts on her neck had finally stopped bleeding and had scabbed over so a bandage was unnecessary. One of the healer women, a tree spirit, had told her that they would leave scars, to which Aurelia had stalked away growling in annoyance. She wasn't completely vain, but she knew the inconvenience of such visible injuries. Peter happened to be walking past at that moment, and Aurelia admired him in his new attire. He felt her gaze on him and turned around, pausing as he noticed her there. He strode over and let his eyes run up and down her body.

"You look lovely," he said. Aurelia blushed.

"You too. I mean… you don't look lovely, you look… not to say you don't look nice, you just… um," Aurelia mentally slapped her inability to speak coherently and took a deep breath. "You look very handsome. It suits you."

"Thanks," Peter said. The two stood awkwardly for a moment before Aurelia spoke again.

"Where are your sisters?" she asked.

"Down by the lake," Peter said. A horn suddenly sounded and Aurelia drew her sword and began running.

"Your sisters are in danger!" she yelled. Peter drew his own sword and ran after her.


Aurelia had ran ahead of Peter and reached the river before Peter and the others. An eerie silence met her but was interrupted by a scream. Aurelia looked over to see the girls trapped in a tree, two vicious wolves snapping at their dangling feet. Aurelia drew her sword and pointed it at the wolves.

"You get away from them," she yelled. The wolves turned, Maugrim at the head, and stalked forward to her.

"Little Lady from the North. Glad to see you survived," Maugrim began circling Aurelia and she did the same. His second, Vardan, hung back still snapping once in a while at the feet of the girls.

"Thanks for the token," Aurelia touched her neck tenderly. Maugrim advanced forward but all Aurelia had to do was hit him on the nose with her sword. He leapt back.

"I will sever your head from your body, you filthy dog," Aurelia spat.

"I'd like to see you try,"

Aurelia made to advance but the thundering sound of Aslan and his people approaching stopped her. Peter bounded across the river, his sword in front of him.

"Get back," he shouted. Aurelia kept her sword pointed at Maugrim, ignoring Peter. He tugged at her arm, pushing her behind him. Aurelia tried to fight him but Aslan growled in warning, a struggling Vardan under his paw.

"Aurelia! This is Peter's battle. Spare your weapons, all of you,"

Aurelia stepped back next to Aslan, keeping her sword drawn. Maugrim gave her one more look, before turning on Peter.

"Come on, we've already been through this. We both know you haven't got it in you," he taunted. Peter hesitated.

"Peter, don't let him get in your head," Aurelia shouted. Maugrim continued to circle Peter.

"You may think you're a king, but you're going to die…like a dog!" Maugrim barked as he leapt at Peter's throat. Aurelia and the girls all screamed as Aslan let Vardan from under his paw. The girls jumped from the tree and ran to Peter, Aurelia joining them. The three of them pushed Maugrim off Peter, Aurelia noticing the blood pouring from Maugrim. Aurelia stood and sheathed her sword, letting the girls fuss over their brother. Aurelia looked in the direction Vardan ran.

"Go after him," she called to Oreius and the others. "He'll lead you to Edmund."

Susan and Lucy pulled Peter to his feet, Peter forgetting his sword that lay next to the body of Maugrim. Aurelia started forward and picked the sword up, holding it out to Peter as she rose.

"You may need this,"

"Yeah," Peter smiled down at Aurelia warmth lighting his eyes. Aurelia sucked in a breath at his gaze and all seemed to pause in the world until Lucy giggled and Susan shushed her. Aurelia then noticed blood coming from Peter's shirt.

"We'll have matching scars," she nodded to his chest. Peter looked down to see the emerging cuts and grimaced in pain. Aurelia touched his arm. "I'll tend to them later."

Aslan stepped forward and growled softly. The four turned to him.

"Peter, clean you sword and kneel,"

Peter wiped the blood from his sword and then knelt on the grass in front of Aslan. As the girls watched on with pride, Aslan placed a paw on Peter's shoulder and said, "Rise, Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane, Knight of Narnia."

Peter stood, proud and tall and Aurelia finally saw the man that would become Narnia's savior and greatest leader.


Peter sat, shirtless and suddenly felt uncomfortable in Aurelia's presence. Up till now, he'd felt that the upper hand had been his, but now here he sat, bearing all as she tended to his wounds. He wanted to know her, to know everything about her, but she was like a closed book, one heavy with secrets, laden with burden. One which was forbidden to him, hidden on the top shelf of the bookcase and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hope to reach it. As she cleaned the three deep cuts on his chest, Peter admired the way her hair felt in curls down her back, how her long slender fingers led a practiced dance across his wounds. How she hummed softly, almost too softly for him to hear. It wasn't an actual tune and it was off key, but she didn't seem to mind. Aurelia fastened the last bandage around Peter's cuts and handed him his shirt, standing back from him as she did. Peter pulled his shirt over his head, taking care not to knock the already sore spot on his chest. Aurelia waited patiently for him and then began to walk away. He fell into step next to her.

"Where did you learn that?" he asked. Aurelia was silent for a moment before answering.

"Basic battle knowledge includes knowing how to tend to injuries," she answered.

"But who-"

"My father taught me,"

"Back in Archenland?"

"Yes. But that was years ago,"

"Where is your father now?"

Aurelia stopped walking and tried to hide the tears in her eyes. When she looked up at Peter her eyes had lost their warmth.

"My parents are dead. Killed by that witch who is calling herself queen," Aurelia began to walk away, but Peter went after her, pulling her to face him.

"Why did she kill them?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Aurelia yanked her arm away and raked a hand through her hair. Peter caught that hand and held it to his chest. Aurelia closed her eyes, feeling his heart beat fast in his chest.

"It's hurting you, in your heart. And you've allowed that hurt to harden your heart. Why won't you let me in?" Peter reached his other hand up and cupped Aurelia face. She sighed and leaned into his touch. She stepped closer and put her other hand next to the one already on his chest, her forehead resting on her hands. Peter's hand tangled in her hair and his lips traced her brow softly.

"How can I trust? I've been alone for so long," Aurelia whispered. "All I've ever known is hurt."

"I would never hurt you,"

Aurelia allowed herself one more moment in Peter's grip before pushing on his chest and stepping away from him, breathing heavily. She walked a few paces away before turning back to him.

"We both have a duty to fulfill. You have your destiny and I have mine. We shouldn't be distracted from that," and with one final glance, Aurelia forced herself away from Peter, leaving him staring after her, his hands still tingling from the brief moments in which he had held her in them.