The Chronicles of Narnia aren't mine. The characters aren't mine. The song Promise of a Lifetime isn't mine. Oh, great, I've gone and depressed myself.
Oreius's POV
The moon was rising and I could not be more agitated. Tonight's future loomed before us, and we hadn't a clue of how to handle them. Peter had suggested he be locked up and we would have gone with that, but we had nothing to lock him up with. Stormfeather thought he could run far, far away, but then there was a chance he would come back before dawn and also a chance that he would not come back at all. And so we came to the current situation: setting up camp though it was only evening. Peter had asked me to watch him and call the others when he- well, he had stopped off at that point of the sentence. I would have done the same.
"Oreius?" I turned to face Peter. He was slightly pale but otherwise fine.
"Yes, sire?" I answered.
He asked in a weak voice, "Do you know the position of the moon?" I shook my head and stepped outside to check. It was not quite night but not quite day; the light was moderate, for late summer. I could see the moon clearly, though it was very low in the sky. We had little time to wait.
I stepped back inside the tent and told Peter, "We do not have much time to wait now, my king." He shuddered.
I have fallen to my knees
As I sing a lullaby of pain
I'm feeling broken in my melody
As I sing to help the tears go away
Then I remember the pledge you made to me
"Oreius? I- I think it's time." Peter whispered. And with that, he fell to the floor. I took no time and charged out of the tent, calling those who Peter had asked to come: King Lune and Stormfeather. He also wanted me present, but it would make no sense to call oneself. Immediately Stormfeather took off and with three great beats of his wings was at my side. I nodded solemnly and gave a little bow to King Lune, appearing out of a silver-and-blue tent with a hardened expression on his face. Together we dashed back into Peter's tent to see him still lying on the floor, breathing heavily.
He gasped, "I didn't know it would hurt!"
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Stormfeather inquired in a high-pitched voice, almost a screech. Peter shook his head and then tried to sit, failing miserably. I rushed to his side to help him when he tried again.
King Lune said in a calming tone, "Breathe deeply. What do you feel?"
Peter answered shakily, "It hurts all over. But it itches too. Do I look different?" Throughout these three simple sentences he paused, obviously in great pain. If only I could take his place!
"Now that you mention it, you do. You seem… well… wolfish. Your nose seems longer and… oh! Your eyes! They're amber!" Stormfeather exclaimed. Peter gave a groan. Not an exasperated groan, but a pained one. Then, he began to slowly but surely transform into a werewolf.
I know you're always there
To my every prayer inside
I'm clinging to the promise of a lifetime
I hear the words you say
To never walk away from me and leave behind
The promise of a lifetime
"I can't help it! I need to attack something!" Peter screamed after few minutes. It was quite alarming, as he barely even looked like himself. Quickly Stormfeather took off to find something inanimate for him to strike. Lune and I rushed forward, then backward as Peter snarled at us.
He howled, "Run! Get out! I can't help myself!"
"No! We're with you!" I yelled back as Stormfeather hurtled in with a small log in his claws and a slab of venison in his beak. He swooped down, dropped them in front of Peter, and landed beside me.
"Thank… you." Peter managed before hurtling himself at the log, viciously tearing it to pieces. I gritted my teeth, imagining flesh in the place of wood. Then I stepped quickly outside to check the position of the moon; it was going down. I cheered silently; soon Peter would become himself once more.
Will you help me fall apart
Pick me up, take me in your arms
Find my way back from the storm
and you show me how to grow
Through the change
I still remember the pledge you made to me
"I feel… more human." Peter murmured after a while. And he looked it, too. Eyes that were amber were blue once more, and he seemed less wolfish than he had a few minutes ago.
Stormfeather questioned, "Do you still feel the need to attack something?"
Peter answered, "No. But it's beginning to hurt again. And… thank you for staying with me." And then he fell again. But this time, he was more peaceful.
I am holding on to the hope I have inside
with you I will stay through every day
putting my understanding aside
and I am comforted
That took forever! Well, I guess I can blame school, but that wouldn't quite be fair, simply because I've also been putting it off. I was thinking, this either gonna be a masterpiece or crap. I think it turned out in between.
Susan: Well, at least nobody was hurt.
Peter: I beg your pardon?
Susan: I mean, slash-bite-stab hurt.
Edmund: Yeah!
Peter: Are you all teaming up against me?
Lucy: How did you know?
