Elusion
The sound of hooves and paws was soft at first and then developed into a thunderous roar as they ran through the forest, jumping over stones and tall bushes. The more lithe creatures tore right through the bushes or bounded down from trees into the encampment.
A surprised cry came up from those within, quickly cut off as swords and teeth bit into flesh, tearing through fur and tough skin to quiet them once again.
Soon the only noise was a strangled sound coming from one of the trees.
The centaur that led the attack trotted over to find a boy tied to the tree, with knife in hand he quickly got rid of the rope. "Are you Edmund Pevensie?" he asked.
"Y-es." Edmund stuttered out, still looking wide eyed at the recently deceased. "H-how do you know my name?"
"We were sent to retrieve you and your sister from the Witch's clutches." There was a pause as the centaur surveyed the bivouac. "Where is you sister?"
"I don't know," he muttered, still taking a second to process what this supposedly mythological creature had said. "Wait. My sister was taken by the Witch? Was it Lucy?" He felt another wave of guilt wash over him. Everything was falling apart since he had met the White Witch.
"No, it was Susan." The centaur blinked down at him. "She was caught by the Secret Police."
Edmund stared at him. That didn't make sense. Surely the White Witch would have gloated to him about her victory? Unless Susan had escaped capture. "But-"
"Not here." A pair of arms surrounded him, lifting him from the ground. "We must get back to Aslan. He will want to hear about this from you himself." He found himself being handed off to another centaur. "Scouting party with me! We must find Susan!"