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phantomshadow99
(Disclaimer: I do not own The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. I do own my OC Louise and slight changes).
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Louise's POV
After our meeting with Aslan, we were shown to our tents that we would be staying in until further notice. I shared with Susan and Lucy, and our tent was surprisingly spacious, comfortably allowing three beds, a settee and a small wardrobe. Peters was very much the same, but had two hammocks instead of beds. The siblings looked at the other hammock in sadness and worry, thinking of their missing brother. I silently slipped out of the tent and headed towards the hills, hoping to find peace and quiet for the first time on this journey. Stripes, the cheetah Father Christmas gave me, had grown larger since we'd arrived at camp and bounded happily I front of me before stopping near the edge. Reaching where he was, I gasped at what I saw before me.
The camp was below me, colours of reds and gold vibrant against the green backdrop. Flags waved in the sky as if they were waving at me. Hills that joined together by some sort of pact blocked us from the glistening blue sea. And at the very end, a shining castle on a cliff edge, overlooking all of Narnia. I slowly sat, making sure not to ruin my new Narnian dress. It was the in the same style as Susan and Lucy's, however mine was a deep purple. My sword was attached to my belt, just in case anything came to attack me, though I rather doubted it as Stripes had grown to look a bit more threatening. It didn't surprise me when it began to talk.
"You seem so sad mistress, what is wrong?" he asked, laying down next to me and putting his head on my lap. I smiled and absentmindedly played with his ears. His purring lasted for a few minutes before I spoke.
"Please don't call me mistress Stripes, just Louise, I don't want any formality between friends," I smiled kindly at him before it fell, "I have no family, everyone who gets close to me I lose," I said quietly, starting to realise the truth in my life. Stripes was quiet, and I soon learnt why.
"No-one lives forever, dear one," a calming and soothing voice said from next to me. I jumped slightly, not even noticing when Aslan came to sit on my other side. Stripes bowed lowly to the leader, and left, perhaps knowing the lion's intentions.
"But no-one should die so early. Even my little brother died and he was much younger than me," I said, leaning against Aslan's giant frame. Feeling his head move, I looked up to see him looking down at me comfortingly.
"You cannot save everyone, no matter how you try. There will always be sacrifices on the journey to your destiny." I frowned, recognising the way he said 'sacrifice'.
"Aslan, do you…" I trailed off, seeing a figure further down the hill edge. Peter stood alone, his hand on the hilt of his sword. I sighed at how he looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He looked alone, and I sadly realised, we made a sorry pair. Aslant turned to see where I was looking and looked back to me, smiling sadly.
"Your destiny will appear soon, dear one, and I will explain all to you. But for now, you must protect the fate of others. I must speak to Peter alone, for he still does not realise what lays before him." I started to protest, wanting to argue that I didn't know my fate either before I realised Pete needed this talk with Aslan, he'd lost faith in himself and that was the worst thing possible.
"Very well, I'll go find Susan and Lucy," I replied, nodding my head in respect. As I moved away to find the two sisters, Aslan went to speak to Peter. I looked away, hoping everything would run smoothly.
Peter's POV
As I looked out over the camp and across to the castle, a million thoughts ran through my mind. What's happening to Edmund? Where is he? What would my father think? Have I broken my promise to my mother? My thoughts, however, were stopped by Aslan's voice from next to me.
"That is Cair Paravel, the castle of the four thrones. In one of which you will sit, Peter, as High King." I looked down in thought as he said the last part. "You doubt the prophecy?" he asked.
"No. That's just it," I replied quietly before turning to him and speaking up. "Aslan, I'm not what you all think I am," I said, trying to convince him.
"Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley." He said smartly. I looked confused, wondering how he knew where I was from. "Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat," the lion added, making me smile as he chuckled. He looked back up to me, turning serious once again.
"Peter, there is a Deep Magic, more powerful than any of us, that rules over all Narnia. It defines right from wrong, and governs all our destinies. Yours…and mine," he explained, looking back to the camp.
"But I couldn't even protect my own family," I argued, hoping that would convince them.
"You've brought them safely this far," Aslan replied calmly.
"Not all of them," I said, quietly as if to myself.
"Peter, I will do what I can for your brother, but I need you to consider what I ask of you. I, too, want my family safe," he said, looking back over to the creatures down below, fighting for peace. I looked as well, still doubtful but with more hope.
"What about Louise?" I asked quietly. Aslan looked at me conflicted, before looking out to the castle again.
"Her fate is one only she needs to know. She has already been through much difficulty in her life, she has yet to face more in the days to come. She will need you and your siblings as much as possible to be by her side, no matter the outcome," he answered, quietly. I looked at where my sisters and Louise's tent was in fear and hope that whatever she faced, she would still be the same after all of it. The sound of a horn made me turn around sharply.
"Susan!" I shouted in realisation to Aslan before running to where the sound came from, not waiting to see if he followed.
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Louise's POV
I had just been nearing the stream when I had the horn sound loudly from in front of me. I withdrew my sword and ran the rest of the way to see Susan and Lucy scrambling to get further up in a tree away from two wolves snarling and snapping below them.
"Get away from them!" I shouted, pointing my sword as if I'd done so a million times. The wolves turned their attention on me and began to circle me.
"Louise, be careful!" Lucy shouted from the tree, indicating to one wolf that was getting too close. I didn't even look when Peter ran through the stream.
"Get back!" he shouted, and I took the opportunity to strike at one of the wolves when it was distracted. It howled at the cut on its side and bared its teeth in my direction, lashing its paw out and catching my arm. I grimaced in pain but didn't drop my sword.
"Peter!" I shouted, hoping he would hurry. He unsheathed his sword and got the attention off of me while I stood closer to the tree to protect Lucy and Susan.
"Come on. We've already been through this before. We both know you haven't got it in you," the leading wolf taunted at Peter.
"Peter! Watch out!" Susan shouted, watching as the other wolf was creeping closer. I stood, wanting to do more and was about to step forward when Aslan appeared with what looked to be half the army. He placed his paw on one of the wolves, making sure it wouldn't creep forward any more. I sighed in relief, the pain in my arm growing. As Orieus galloped forward to finish the other wolf, Aslan stopped him.
"No! Stay your weapons. This is Peter's battle," he said, watching what Peter would do next. I still held my sword up but had to fight to keep it up as my arm became more num. Stripes crept round the edge of the fight unseen and came to stand next to me, looking at me in concern.
"You may think you're a king, but you're going to die…like a dog!" the wolf said as it leapt forward at Peter.
"Look out!" Susan shouted, as Peter went down under the wolf on top. My eyes widened as all went quiet and the shouts of Peter's name was lost to me as I dropped my sword and ran forward, praying that he would be ok. Pushing the wolf with one hand wasn't making any difference so Lucy and Susan jumped from the tree to come and help. Peter sat up, looking relieved and shocked at the wolf that he had managed to kill. He looked around before Susan and Lucy grabbed him into a hug as I sat back, Stripes sitting next to me. Peter looked happy to know his sisters and I was safe, but frowned when he saw my arm. Shockingly, Aslan released the other wolf from his grip and watched as it ran away.
"After him," he said before turning to Orieus, "He'll lead you to Edmund." Orieus nodded, smiling and ran after the wolf with the other soldiers. We all watched them before turning to Aslan.
"Peter. Clean your sword," he said while I walked over to him. As Peter cleaned his sword, Susan and Lucy wrapped my arm in a makeshift bandage with a towel that was nearby. When Peter was finished, he knelt in front of Aslan, his sword in front of him.
"Rise, Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane, Knight of Narnia," Aslan said, as Peter rose in front of him. Peter gasped and looked over to the three of us and smiled. Lucy looked excited while Susan and I were proud. Looking back to Aslan who smiled at him, Peter sheathed his sword.
"Come Louise, Stripes, we'll get your arm looked at properly," Aslan said, standing up and walking to the stream, indicating for me to follow him. I smiled at Lucy and Susan and gave Peter a quick hug.
"Congratulations," I whispered as he tightened his arms around me.
"Thank you for protecting my sisters," he mumbled into my ear before releasing me. I smiled and nodded in return before following Aslan, knowing that Peter's eyes were on me the whole time.