The Witch looked at Edmund, then back at Aslan. "Have you forgotten the deep magic?"

"Do not cite the law to me, Witch. I was there when it was written." Aslan growled.

"Then you know that if I do not have the blood as the Law states, all Narnia will perish! You dare not refuse me!" She raised her arms in dramatic effect.

Aslan sighed. "What you say is true." At his words the crowd began to gasp and murmur. Edmund's face paled.

"Enough," said the lion. He turned to the Witch. "I will talk with you alone." The Witch and Aslan disappeared into his tent.

The Pevensie children looked at each other nervously, and even Aragorn couldn't help but share a worried look with Legolas. What was to become of Edmund? Aragorn didn't think that Aslan would just give up Edmund so easily. Not after everything they had gone through.

The wait seemed long, and many sat on the ground, waiting for the news. Edmund pulled grass numbly. Aragorn asked if Legolas could hear anything, but the elf only shook his head no. Finally the Witch and Aslan exited the tent. Jadis gave one hard look at Edmund, but turned away.

"The Witch has renounced her claim on the Son of Adam." Aslan announced. Immediately cheering and hugging took place, while the Witch took her seat on the bier.

"How do I know that this promise will be kept?" she asked. Silence ensued. Aslan looked at her, and then let out a deafening roar. Quickly the Witch left, and the audience cheered. Only Lucy noticed the lion sadly go back into his tent.


Sometime later Aragorn was summoned to Aslan's tent. He entered, and noticed the lion looked forlorn. Aslan's tail twitched back and forth, like a housecat's. He waited for the lion to speak.

"The time has come where I will have to be away for a little while." Aslan said. Aragorn looked questioningly at him. "I cannot answer your question, Aragorn. For none but I shall know what tonight holds."

Aslan sighed. "The army will have to go on without me. You all must still face battle. The Pevensie's are destined to become the rulers of this land, and must lead the army. But they need help, especially Peter. He is bold, yet still has much to learn. You must aid him."

Aragorn nodded. "I am no leader, but I will do my best."

Aslan shook his furry mane in annoyance. "Of course you are. You lead your people now through darkness, and will lead many more through the rest of your life. You were born a leader." He smiled. "Think of it as encouragement."

Aragorn bowed and left, many thoughts going through his head.

Night fell, and the camp slept. A lone lion walked silently through the darkness, his heart heavy. Only two girls noticed his passage, and then they were gone.


Peter, Edmund, and Aragorn were all asleep in a tent. Legolas' bed was empty, for elves love to sleep out with the stars. A quiet breeze flowed into their tent, bringing with it the petals of a nymph. One brushed against Peter's cheek, which startled him awake, and in turn startled Aragorn and Edmund. Aragorn drew his knife.

The petals formed a figure, and a voice came from it. "Do not be afraid, for I bring sad tidings from your sisters."


Aslan was dead. None could believe it. Not only that, but the Witch's army was on the move. Jadis planned to attack, and soon.

Legolas, Aragorn, Edmund, Peter, and Oreius all stood around a map of Narnia. Markers stated where they were and where the Witch's army was last seen.

"What are we to do now?" asked Peter.

"We go to war!" stated Oreius.

"Aslan wanted you to lead the army, Peter." Aragorn said quietly.

Peter shook his head. "But I'm no leader! I can't do this. You are more suited for this."

Aragorn grasped Peter by the shoulders. "Yes, you can. You have help. You were destined to lead Narnia, Peter. Not me. I, as well as Legolas, stand behind you. We will not let you falter."

"I'll follow you too, Pete," said Edmund. Oreius pledged himself as well. "What are your orders?"

Peter looked at the map, his resolve renewed. "Let's make battle plans."


Peter, clad in armor and astride a white unicorn, led Aslan's army forward. They were headed toward a large vast plain near the fords of Beruna. The Witch's army was close, and he didn't doubt they would be seeing each other very soon. Aragorn rode next to him. They topped some cliffs that looked down on the plain.

Peter turned to Oreius. "We will leave the archer unit here and continue down. I want Edmund in charge of the archers. Legolas, will you accompany them?"

Legolas nodded. "It will be an honor."

Edmund led the archers back to more suitable positions, while the rest of the army continued forward. The army settled at the bottom of the cliff, and waited.

An eagle who had been scouting from the skies swooped down and landed before Peter. "They're coming, your Highness!" It wasn't long before Jadis' army became visible, with the Witch herself leading them. They slowly moved forward into view.

Peter frowned at the largeness of Jadis' army and turned to Aragorn. "There are only five thousand of us. Is there any hope of us winning?"

Aragorn did not turn toward Peter, but kept his gaze on the enemy. "There is always hope."

Jadis' army came closer, and then stopped. For a few long seconds, both armies held their ground. Then the White Witch and her minions plunged forward, racing to meet their adversaries.

Peter drew his sword. "For Narnia, and for ASLAN!" he yelled, and the cry was taken up by every soldier as swords were drawn and arrows nocked. The foot soldiers and cavalry charged forward, certain they were meeting their deaths. But none would rather trade death for continued oppression under the White Witch.

Bodies and swords clashed and the Battle for Narnia began.


A/N: All words marked in italics are either directly or indirectly from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (movie).