Chapter 9

"Wait, maybe we should think about this," Susan said as we approached a large waterfall.

"We don't have time," Peter said.

"I was just trying to be realistic."

"No, you're trying to be smart...as usual!" Lucy looked over to me with a glance that basically said Will they ever stop. Peter started to cross the ice but stopped as it weakened under his feet.

"Wait, maybe I should go first," Mr. Beaver said.

"Maybe you should." Mr. Beaver walked around Peter and cautiously made his way across the ice.

"You've been sneaking second helpings haven't you?" Mrs. Beaver accused Beaver.

"Well you never know what meal is gonna be your last, especially with your cooking."

"If mum knew what we were doing..." Susan began as we started across the ice.

"Mum's not here!"

"Oh no!" Lucy cried as she saw wolves surrounding us.

"Run!" Peter said, but wolves blocked our path and started growling and sneering. Peter drew his sword and I must have forgotten that I had my swords or else I would have them drawn.

"Put that down boy , someone might get hurt," Maugrim said. Mr. Beaver was pinned down by another wolf.

"Don't worry about me! Slit his throat!" Mr. Beaver said.

"Leave now while you can, and you're brother leaves with you."

"Stop Peter, maybe we should listen to him!" Susan said.

"Smart girl."

"Don't listen to him. Kill him. Kill him now!"

"Look, just because some man in a red suit hands you a sword doesn't make you a hero! So just drop it!" Susan said to Peter.

"Shut up Susan!" I was beginning to get really annoyed with her.

"No Peter! Narnia needs ya!"

"What's it gonna be Son of Adam? We're not going to wait for ever. And neither is the river."

Lucy yelled as the ice started to give way.

"Hold onto me!" I held onto Lucy with one hand and reached over her to hold onto Peter. He stabbed his sword into the ice, and the ice broke and we floated away. I lost my grip on Peter so I let go of Lucy so she wouldn't drown because of me. I desperately kicked my legs but it didn't help. I was sinking in the frigid water and soon my lungs felt like they'd burst. I stopped my struggle. Soon I felt someone's grip on the back of my coat and I helped them get to surface. I took a deep breath of the wonderful air and opened my eyes, it was Lucy, brave little Lucy. She knew I couldn't swim so she went after me. We heard our names being called and we hurried to swim to shore. I wasn't much help but I used my legs to try and propel us.

"Lucy! Nan!" Peter cried out.

"Has anyone seen my coat?" Lucy asked as she helped drag me out of the water and lay me gently on the ground. I started coughing the water out of my lungs and felt really dizzy from the force of them.

"Your brother has you well looked after." Peter handed her the coat. Everyone embraced. I shivered and Peter offered me his coat and I accepted it and thanked him. I then turned to Lucy.

"Thank you, Lucy, you saved me."

"It was nothing." I looked at her and shook my head.

"It was something..." I hugged her and smiled as she hugged me back.

"I don't think you'll be needing those coats any more!" We walked through the forest and saw spring coming about and flowers budding and we left their coats and headed toward Aslan's Camp.


"Why are they all staring at us?" Susan asked quietly as we arrived and the Narnians watched us.

"Maybe they think you look funny," Lucy said and Peter and I smiled trying not to laugh. Mrs. Beaver started fussing with her fur but Mr. Beaver said;

"Oh stop your fussing Mrs. Beaver. You look lovely." We all stopped walking as they approached a large tent. Peter drew his sword and looked at the centaur.

"We have come to see Aslan." The tent started to blow in the breeze and everyone knelt. Aslan came from the tent and we knelt as well. He was a very large lion but he was very kind.

"Welcome Peter Adam's son, Welcome Susan, Lucy, and Nan, daughters-of-Eve. Welcome Beavers. You have my thanks, but where is the other son of Adam?"

"That's why we are here."

"We had a little trouble along the way," Susan said.

"He's been captured by the White Witch." The crowd exclaimed loudly.

"He betrayed them your Excellence," Mr. Beaver said.

"Then he has betrayed us all!" the centaur said angrily.

"Peace, Oreius."

"It is my fault really. I was too hard on him."

"We all were."

I placed a hand on Susan and Peter's shoulders.

"Sir, he's our brother," Lucy said. I looked to her and offered a smile of comfort.

"I know dear and that makes the betrayal all the worse. It may be harder than you think..."


"Mother hasn't had a dress like this since before the war," Susan said. We all had changed into our Narnian attire. Susan and I wore different styled green dresses and Lucy wore a blue one.

"Maybe we could bring back a whole trunk load when we go home," Lucy said.

"If we go home... Sorry I'm like that. Remember when we use to have fun?"

"Yes, before you got boring," Lucy said. I smiled as I watched Susan and Lucy. I looked back at my locket and then to my swords suddenly I got a strange gut feeling that something bad was about to happen. I grabbed one of my short swords.

"Oh really?" Susan splashed water at Lucy and they continued for a few minutes but then I cut them off.

"Get out of here!" I said. Susan looked at me strange and went to get a few towels. "Don't!" But she already grabbed it and there were wolves behind it!

"Please don't run we're tired and we'd prefer to kill you quickly." Susan threw the towel at him and I instantly stepped between the girls and the wolves.

"Climb! Hurry!" I ordered the girls and they obeyed. I pointed my sword and prepared myself to kill the wolf, but the wolf wolves circled me. They got me to trip and one pounced on me. I found myself on my back and my sword was just out of my reach and the wolf bit into my shoulder causing me to cry out in pain. I clutched my shoulder and tried to get the bleeding to stop. I wanted to get up and fight them but I felt weak and tired. Suddenly Susan blew into her horn, I just hoped help would get here soon. The wolf got off of me and went to try and get Susan and Lucy. I tried to get myself up but I couldn't. The blood loss made me dizzy. I heard some splashing and I turned and saw Peter run through the river and draw his sword.

"C'mon. We've been through this before. We both know you haven't got it in you." Oreius and some others started to move to attack but Aslan stopped them. Aslan pinned the second wolf to the ground.

"Stay back. This is Peter's battle." Peter glanced at me, worriedly I shot him a look that told him to stay focused. Pain continued to course throughout my shoulder but I was not going to distract Peter.

"You may think you are a king, but you will die like a dog!" The wolf attacked Peter and everyone thought he was dead. I was so shocked I couldn't do anything but look at him with tears starting to spring into my eyes.

Lucy and Susan cried out in fear. They ran up to him, and saw that he was alive. I quickly wiped my eyes and I saw Lucy come to me and she gave me a drop of her cordial. Instantly it healed my shoulder and all of the pain was gone. I stood up and went behind Susan and Lucy. Aslan let go of the other wolf and it ran away.

"Follow him! He'll lead you to Edmund." Oreius and the Narnians chased the wolf. "Peter, clean your sword." Peter did as Aslan commanded and Aslan knighted him. "Rise, Sir Peter Wolfsbane-Knight of Narnia." Peter looked at Aslan in awe. Then us girls embraced him.

"How are you feeling?" Peter asked me. I was shaken up but smiled.

"I'm fine and I'm very happy for you. You and your family are good at saving me." Peter hugged me again and the girls embraced me as well.

"Peter, take your sisters to camp. Nan and I will be there in a moment."

"Yes, Aslan." Peter helped the girls pick up their things and then led them back to camp.

"You did a noble thing." I looked at him confused. "You would give your life for your friends."

"It was nothing, sir. I just had a feeling that something was about to happen."

"You are very important to Narnia and the Pevensie family. You are the protector of Narnia, which means you have feelings which guide you to do things others don't understand."

"How did you know?"

"I have watched you your entire life. I know you better than you know yourself." He looked at me with his golden-brown eyes.

"What happened to my sisters?" I asked.

"They are in my country and they are happy." Aslan looked to me. "I know how you always protected them, their death is not your fault." I looked away.

"But could I have prevented it?" I asked.

"We can never know..." He looked at me. "Now you must go to the armor smiths. They will know what to do." He breathed on me and I felt all the energy that I needed to get there flow into my body. He nodded and I started to sprint to the camp.

I found the smith's apprentice who was a young faun and she smiled at me. "You must be the protector." I nodded. "I have exactly what you need." She took my measurements and then handed me a bundle of clothes. "These should work. Now for armor..." She looked through racks of chain mail and handed me the only one in my size, it was very lightweight. She then handed me some tall, leather boots which she had me try on. They came up right below my knee.

"Thanks." I smiled and then I left to go back to the tent we stayed in and I changed into the tunic and leggings the faun gave me.


I'm sorry that it's taken a while for me to post this chapter. I had really severe writer's block. Please review and tell me what you like about it and if there's anything you don't. I plan on finishing this story but I won't post chapters unless I get reviews.

~Maethorni 3