The Lion is an Angel

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Chapter 11: Deep Magic

Henry's POV

It has been a few days since Jadis arrived and left. Aslan seem quiet and distant that when Oreius asked him what is wrong. The lion assured his general that everything is fine and to prepare the army for a battle is near. Oreius nodded not saying another word. Only Lucy and I worry for Aslan with the sad look in his eyes. The look dad gave me when he announced he was going to war. Also the look mother gave when she told Agnes and me; we are going to the country.

I slept in the tent that is shared with Peter and Edmund. Somehow I couldn't sleep, even with Mrs. Beavers sleep drought. Just tossing and turning on the hammock. Then taking my pillow and blanket to the ground on top of the mats to see if that would help, except it doesn't. This is not good, a battle could happen any day and I can't sleep.

In fact…I miss my mom and dad.

A shadow figure of a lion goes by the tent. Why is Aslan up this late? I thought, as I put on my boots, sword, and cloak before leaving the tent. Aslan walked himself out of camp heading towards the forest. Already Susan and Lucy were awake, as they secretly followed him. I nodded at the girls as we follow Aslan quietly wondering where is he going at this hour.

The forest is dark that the branches cover the moon. So slowly we moved not knowing where to hide from the lion. Sadly Aslan stopped in mid step, "Shouldn't you three be in bed?"

"Cat's out of the bag," I mumbled.

"We couldn't sleep," Lucy replied, as we came out of Aslan.

"Please, Aslan," Susan said. "Couldn't we come with you?"

"I would be glad of the company for a while." He said. "Thank you."

Hesitantly we grabbed his mane and followed him for the late night walk. We walk for about an hour, though each minute felt bad. Bad as in dark and ugly. The only time I felt this much instinct was when the Germans were bombing London. So it is pretty bad.

"From here, I must go on alone." Aslan said.

"But Aslan-"Susan started.

"You have to trust me." Aslan interrupted calmly. "For this must be done. Thank you, Susa, and Lucy. Thank you, Henry. . . And farewell."

Aslan bowed his head before walking ahead leaving me and the girls behind. Susan placed a hand on our shoulders gesturing us to head back to the camp. However once out of Aslan sight we made a different turn walking at a distant from Aslan so he wouldn't catch us.

Except where he is heading was the enemy camps. We hid behind the bush watching in confusion as goblins, Minotaur's, dwarves, Cyclopes, and countless other creatures surrounding some sort of ruins. On top of the ruins was a table made out of stone where Jadis stood. She stood there holding something in her hand that looks like a dagger. Her dress black while a dead chicken on her shoulders. The creatures growled, moving away from Aslan as he approaches Jadis. My heart beat fast than ever before, scared, not worry for Aslan. Why is he doing this?

From the distance we couldn't hear what Jadis was saying. Only the reaction of her army could give us details in what she could possibly be saying. It scared me as Susan brought Lucy and me closer. Suddenly a Minotaur shoved Aslan to his side while dwarves climbed on top of him cutting his main off and tying him up with rope.

"Why doesn't he fight back?" Lucy asked.

Susan didn't answer as we watch this fight continue. After the shaving the dark creatures dragged Aslan to the stone table so roughly you couldn't help but winced. The monsters were cheering so loudly you couldn't hear the crickets or owls. Next thing that happens, Jadis waved her hands in silence. Quiet. Not a single sound till some horn beak woman pounded their staffs onto the cobble stone. All of them in sync as the creatures join the ritual.

Jadis knelt down whispering into Aslan ear. She petted his cut main as she continues to whisper to him. Then she stood up readjusting her dagger, "Tonight . . . the Deep Magic will be appeased! But tomorrow, we will take Narnia forever!"

The monsters cheered for her as she raised her dagger and exclaimed "Die!" before stabbing Aslan in the heart. Lucy, Susan, and I gasped watching the black dagger stab the mighty lion's heart. Those golden eyes widen in shock then relax before closing. Like he is going to sleep.

Susan turned us around as we sob softly in the darkness.

"The Great Cat . . . is dead!" Jadis screamed.

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The white witch's army was gone before the sun has even rise. We walk hesitantly towards the stone table where Aslan body laid. This would be the third time I came up to a dead body. The first being great grandma and great grandpa who died three years ago. Mom would say those who die fall into an internal slumber. That they can no longer wake up and dream of heaven.

Lucy pulled out her cordial. Maybe the firelillies could help heal him. Sadly Susan put her hand on her sister, "It's too late. He's gone."

Susan gestured us to sit next to her as she wrapped her arms around us, "He must have known what he was doing."

Lucy and I cried as we hugged Aslan and petted his cold body. None of us could have stopped this. Why did he have to die? Why in such a cruel way? Then something furry brushed against us. Sitting up we found rats covering him. Disgust filled us, thinking about the dead animals that were being eaten by these rodents.

"Get off him!" I yelled, shoving them off.

"Get away!" Susan cried. "Get away, all of you!"

"No." Lucy breathed. "Look."

The mice weren't eating Aslan. No, they were biting off the rope that bound him. A while later the ropes come off and we removed them off him. He should die with this. Once the ropes are off the mice got off him going back to the forest.

"We have to tell the others." Susan said.

"We can't just leave him!" Lucy whimpered.

"Lucy, there's no time." She reminded. "They need to know."

I paused staring at the forest then remember what Mr. Tumnus once said. "The trees . . . they can deliver the message."

Lucy nodded while Susan stared at us confused. Not another word we walk over to the closes tree that is hopefully on our side to deliver the message.

.o0o.

Agnes POV

The sound of rustling had woken me up. When I open my eyes to find it barely dawn, but also Lucy and Susan weren't in the room. Soft silk texture touches my hand, instantly catching my attention to see countless petals swirling around till they form into a woman's figure. Immediately I grabbed my arrow while screaming, "Peter! Edmund!"

A moment later, Peter and Edmund came into the tent weapons ready. The flower maiden turn with her hand up in defense, "Be still, my princes and lady. I bring grave news from your siblings."

"What news?" I asked.

"Aslan is gone." The nymph started.

"Gone, what do you mean gone?" Peter asked lowering his sword.

"He is dead. The White Witch has killed him at the stone table before the moon has fallen." She said. "And that's not all. The Witch's army shall attack Fords of Beruna when the sun is at the highest peak."

Peter, Edmund, and I stood there in shock. Before anyone could speak Peter ran off, assuming he went to Aslan tent. They nymph left the room return to the winds while Edmund and I grabbed our things. When we reached Aslan tent with Oreius who stood there with armor at the ready. He look at us confused. In front of him was a table set for battle plans.

"She's right." Peter said as he came out. "He's gone."

"Then you'll have to lead us." Edmund murmured.

Peter clenched his fist and look at his brother who continue. "Peter, there's an army out there and it's ready to follow you."

"I can't." Peter protest.

"Aslan believed you could, Peter." I said.

"And so do I," Edmund added.

"The Witch's army is nearing, sire." Oreius said. "What are your orders?"

Peter stood there thinking about the situation. I look at the map trying to think of a concept along with Edmund. Fords of Beruna illustration shows a large valley tureen with rugged lands and where the Great River of Narnia connects to the River Rush. Peter suggested of creating a wall of our men on the attack which he would lead. Edmund shall be in command of the second army while I am in charge of the defensive group that shall take place on the hills. Oreius interpret some magical items, such are phoenix arrow. Confused the centaur elaborated that a phoenix arrow conjures the fiery bird and create a wall of fire to separate the two armies.

"A lot of creatures of The Witch's army fear fire." Oreius explained.

"Then we will use it." Peter said.

A few more minutes of planning the details we separated to get ready for battle. As I enter my tent I worry about Henry and the others. Although it's somewhat a relief to know my little brother shall not be in the battle field. I worry of his whereabouts and that no harm shall come to him. Two nymphs were in the tent that is here to help me into my armor.

"Armor?" I replied confused.

It's sort of strange that I had to wear armor. Then again if Queen Katherine of Aragon wore armor . . . I guess I can. So the nymphs helped me into chainmail hauberk that went down to my mid-thigh, follow by a fitted breastplate bodice corset made out of leather. Next were some lightweight leather and brass bracers, with etched plates of a lion on one and a winged horse on the other. One nymph put my hair in a French braid adding some green feathers that matched the arrows. Once done I thank the two before grabbing my gear and walked out.

All the soldiers are ready for battle marching ahead of schedule.

"Seems you're not the only one to be armor up," Mr. Beaver said.

I look down to see him dress in chain mail as well with a leather belt. Just by thought he look cute, though saying that out loud might end up with his protesting the compliment or become bashful. SO leaving the comment aside I nodded.

"Are the boys ready?" I asked.

"Why not look behind you." Beaver said.

I turn around to find the boys walking out of their tent dress in their armor. They were practically identical from the red tabard embroider with a golden lion, long sleeve hauberk chainmail, plate pauldron, and basinet helmet. The only difference between the two boys armor are the helmet's which Peter's has a visor, and the amount of detail.

"Looking like I a knight, I see," I complimented. "Came to save the damsels."

Both boys laughed, "I don't think you need saving." Edmund replied.

I chuckled then sighed, "You both ready for this?"

"Ask me that on the battlefield." Peter muttered.

"Not so brave?" Edmund teased.

"Oh don't go there," Peter scoffed and put his brother in a headlock. Edmund tried to break free but Peter kept a strong hold of him.

Ladies and gentlemen, Narnia's future kings. I thought shaking my head at the two.

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