Susan and Lucy left for the archery range to practice. Peter went to teach Edmund and a faun named Kaekron taught me how to use my sword. After a few hours or so, we decided to take a break. Because the White Witch arrived.
"The Queen! The Queen of Narnia!" The dwarf yelled as the crowed seperated for the cyclops to come through carrying the witch. I stood next to my siblings as the she stopped in front of Aslan. The cyclops set the chair down on the ground and the witch stood and walked forwards, and she looked at Edmund as she did so.
"You have a traitor in your presence, Aslan." She said.
"His offence was not against you." Aslan replied.
"Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?" The witch asked.
"Do not cite the Deep Magic to me Witch. I was there when it was written." Aslan snarled.
"Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property." The witch replied.
Peter and I and a few others drew our swords, "Try and take him then."
"Do you really think mere force will deny me my right, little King?" She asked Peter before looking back at Aslan, "Aslan knows that unless I have blood as the law demands," She turned to the army "that all of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water," the witch pointed at Edmund, "That boy will die on the Stone Table. As is tradition." She looked at Aslan, "You dare not refuse me."
"Enough." Aslan ordered. "I shall talk with you alone."
Aslan walked into his tent and the White Witch soon followed. We waited for a long time, not hearing anything from Aslan's tent. Most of the army even sat down. Edmund was pulling grass from the ground, obviously nervous. It was his life on the line. Peter tapped my arm and we all stood up as the White Witch left the tent. She looked at Edmund, a small smirk on her face before she went to her chair. Aslan came out and looked at us sadly before turning to the army,
"She had renounce the claim on the Son of Adam's blood."
We all cheered and and looked at Edmund.
"How do I know your promise will be kept?" The White Witch asked Aslan.
Aslan roared as a response and she sat on her chair and we laughed. Lucy and I hugged Edmund before watching the witch leave with the cyclops carrying her and the dwarf following. I noticed Aslan looking at the ground in defeat and the smile slipped off my face. He noticed me looking and left for his tent. I felt Lucy grab my hand, telling me she had seen the expression on his face, too.
That night I was woken by Lucy and Susan. We got our cloaks and weapons on before we left the tent. We walked around it and saw Aslan's tail disappear into the trees. Lucy looked at us in confusion before we followed him. We hid behind trees and watched as he stopped,
"Shouldn't you three be in bed?" Aslan asked.
We looked at each other before stepping away from the tree and towards Aslan, "We couldn't sleep."
"Please, Aslan," I begged, "Couldn't we come with you?"
"I would be glad with company for awhile." He answered. "Thank you."
We grabbed onto his mane before walking with him silently in the darkness of the woods. We walked slowly for a few miles before Aslan stopped, "It is time. From here, I must go on alone."
"But, Aslan-" Susan protested.
"You have to trust me." Aslan interrupted. "Thank you Alice, thank you Susan, thank you Lucy. And farewell." He said before walking off alone.
I waited until he was far away before I spoke, "You two follow him. I'll go back to camp."
Susan nodded and Lucy hugged me, "Be careful."
I nodded before turning around and walking back to camp. It wasn't until dawn that I returned back to the tent.
"Peter, wake up." I whispered, shaking his shoulders.
"Alice? What's wrong?" Peter asked, sitting up.
Then, all of the sudden, he grabbed his sword and pointed it behind me. I gasped and turned around. The flower petals in front of me turned into a woman like a few days before.
"Be still, my prince." She said, "I bring grave news."
"It's Aslan, isn't it?" I questioned.
She nodded, "Aslan is dead. The White Witch has killed him."
An hour or so later, everyone was up and running around, getting ready for battle. I changed into trousers and a tunic before attaching my sword to my hips and meeting up with Edmund and Peter. They were outside of Aslan's tent with Oreius.
"She was right. He's gone." Peter said as he leaned onto the table in front of him.
"Then you'll have to lead us." I replied, standing across from Edmund.
"She's right, Peter. There's an army out there. They're ready to follow you." Edmund continued.
"I can't!" Peter exclaimed.
"Aslan believed you could." I responded. "And so do I."
"The witch's army is coming closer. What are your orders?" Oreius asked.
It was around noon when her army came. Edmund and I were ordered to go on top of the cliff with the archers and Mr. Beaver. Peter was at the front of the army on his unicorn with Oreius. There was a horn blaring in the distance and Edmund and I looked at each other as the White Witch's army stopped far away from ours. They had far greater numbers, but that doesn't mean we can't win. Peter looked up at us and Edmund and I nodded at him. He turned back around and took out his sword and raised it high. The soldiers cheered and raised their weapons. The witch's army made some noises before charging towards us.
Edmund and I took out our swords from their sheaths and watched as the opposite soldiers ran towards ours. We kept still, waiting for the right moment to attack. Peter pointed towards the witch's army and Gryphon's flew over our head with boulders clutched in their talons. Once they were above them, the Gryphons dropped the boulders. On the other side, Harpy's took to the skies, battling our Gryphons. And on the ground, the White Witch's archers shot some of the them down.
"For Narnia and for Aslan!" Peter yelled and the army attacked.
Our army was running in a certain formation. We were at a point, with the cheetahs running in front, while the their army was running straight across. Time seemed to slow down as the two armies ran at each other. The cheetahs jumped on their opponent, either another animal or creature, and the armies collided together. It was hard to see from on top of the cliff, but it certainly wasn't hard to find out where the White Which was. She was in a giant silver chariot, pulled by polar bears. Once she started moving, I pointed with my sword towards the battle,
"Fire!" I yelled.
The centaur beside me shot a flaming arrow into the sky and it exploded. A phoenix flew out and made a wall of fire between our warriors, and their warriors. The White Witch's army stopped at the wall separating them from us, but our celebrating didn't last long. The witch used magic to make the fire disappear. It was like it wasn't there at all. Our army turned and started running towards the rocks.
"That's the signal. Come on!" Mr. Beaver yelled and we ran away from the edge of the cliff.
The archers were beside me and I raised my sword, waiting for the witch's soldiers to come closer before signalling them to shoot. I watched as Peter fell from his unicorn when it was shot in the leg by a dwarf. Oreius looked at us before turning around and seeing Peter. I saw the witch riding closer to Peter and Oreius look at the rhino that was next to him.
"Stop!" Peter yelled at them as they ran past him.
The rhino took out many people before falling and Oreius jumped over the animal, taking out a few goblins before he charged at a minotaur. He lodged two swords into its back before it fell. Oreius took out another sword and let out a battle cry as he ran towards the White Witch. He jumped over the polar bears, who tried to swipe at him, and tried to cut off her head. The witch bent backwards, avoiding the sword. Oreius landed on the ground and tried to hit her again, but he used her staff and turned him to stone.
"No." I whispered and Edmund squeezed my hand before letting go.