So, did anyone predict what would happen? Don't worry, Peter and Lucy will carry the story on, which I'm excited to tell the story from Lucy's POV as she is younger than the others and more innocent even though she is wise for her age.

Thanks and enjoy,

phantomshadow99

(Disclaimer: I do not own The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. I do own my OC Louise).

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Lucy's POV

As I moved away from crying on Susan's shoulder, I saw another sight I never wanted to see. Louise's mouth was in a painful grimace, her body limp as the cruel Witch pulled the sword from her body, wiping the blood on Louise's dress. My eyes glued on to Louise's closed ones, not feeling Susan pull me to her shoulder for a second time.

"I'm so sorry, Lu," she mumbled, her tears running freely as well.

"They can't be dead, we have to go see them," I said to her, watching as she deliberated my question. For a moment, I thought she would say no but as she looked back at the Stone Table, she nodded.

"Ok then, but we wait until her and the army leave," she said, and we sat, waiting to mourn our friends. Unsurprisingly, it didn't take the Witch and her minions to leave, abandoning the devastation and death she had caused. It was eerily quiet as we walked up the steps, coming up close to see how Aslan had his mouth open slightly, caused by the tight ropes around his mouth. Louise's head rested near Aslan's, her hands tied behind her. I ran to them both, sitting down next to Aslan and stared at their still faces, before fumbling with my healing juice and began unscrewing it until Susan's voice stopped me.

"It's too late. They're gone," she said, so simply. I looked from Aslan to the bottle as Susan sat next to Louise. She smiled at me sadly as my face crinkled with held in tears. "They must have known what they were doing." She said before crying herself. I slowly moved to lean across Aslan's cold body, stroking his snout gently above where it was tied. Realising this was reality and not make-believe, I began to sob, leaning my face below his ear. Susan began to sob loudly as well, pulling Louise's head to her knee as gently as she could and dropping her head to lean her forehead against their dead friend. We sat like that for a moment, taking a minute to grieve, before I heard a nibbling and cutting sound. Rats lined Aslan's ropes, chewing away.

Susan noticed and tried to shoo them away. "Get away! Get away, all of you!"

"No. Look." I said, watching as the ropes broke in half as the rats chewed through them, allowing Aslan's body to not be scarred by the tight ropes. Susan moved to pull the rope out of his mouth, and I helped, pushing it away slowly. One of the rats had chewed through Louise's rope, and Susan took one of her hands and brought it to her side, making Louise look more comfortable. I stroked the part where the rope was before falling back onto Aslan as Susan held Louise's hand tightly.

"We have to tell the others," she said, making me look up.

"We can't just leave them!" I shouted, not wanting to leave them both alone in the dark.

"Lucy, there's no time. They need to know," she replied softly, before I looked over to the forest and trees. Thinking of a way not to leave my two friends alone and to tell Peter, Edmund and the army about their deaths, I turned to look at Susan.

"The trees."

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Peter's POV

Something soft grazed my cheek as I restlessly slept, making me reach to touch my cheek to make sure I hadn't imagined it. Hearing the rustling swirl of a noise, I turned over quickly in my hammock and grabbed my sword, pointing it to a pink blossom tree nymph. Edmund woke up, and saw to where I was looking.

"Be still, my Princes," it said, speaking in the soft voice of a woman. Sharing a surprised look with Edmund, I turned back to look at her as she spoke again. "I bring grave news from your sisters." I lowered the sword, wondering what had happened and where my sisters were.

"Continue, please," I said to her, bowing my head slightly in acknowledgment. The tree nymph was continuously moving as her petals swirling around her.

"Aslan and Louise have been murdered by the White Witch." She stated, looking down in sadness. I froze, not knowing what to say or feel. How could they be dead? Who would lead the army? And Louise… The grip tightened on my sword at the thought of Louise dying.

"You lie," I spat harshly, causing Edmund to jump out of his hammock and grip my shoulder tightly, causing my eyes to soften.

"I am sorry, my Prince, but it's the truth," the nymph said, and then floated away. I stared at where she was before jumping to action.

"Ed, I need you to find Orieus, tell him to ready the army and meet me at Aslan's tent. There's something I must see," I said, getting ready quickly and rushing out, not waiting to see if he was listening. I hurried to Aslan's tent, passing the table that showed a map of where we were and the surrounding area. Thrusting the flaps aside, I stopped as I entered. Aslan's tent was empty, the only out of place item in the tent was a scroll with his writing on it. I walked over to it, fearing what would be written there.

'Peter,

By the time you read this, I will be gone. But I believe that you will lead my army to victory, you just need to have faith I yourself.

I sacrificed myself to save Edmund; it was the only trade the Witch would take. That, and Louise. I do not fear the death I face, and I know that you will honour my name in the battle to come.

You once asked me of Louise's fate, and I will tell you of it now. You heard of the prophecy, how there would be another Daughter of Eve, who would be reborn in this land. What you didn't hear was the end of that prophecy. Louise is powerful; more powerful than even me. Her powers will one day dill her, and she feared that day. The Witch believed she was the only one who could help her control her powers. But she was wrong.

The one thing to battle fear is love, and she was winning her battle through you. That is why I encouraged her to announce her feelings for you, so the process would begin. The Witch, however, was able to infiltrate her mind, and confuse her emotions. I know in my heart that she will be by your side once again, without fear or the Witch anywhere near her.

So, Peter, do not mourn my death, as I know it will be worth it. I dying in Edmund's place will allow Narnia and your brother to live. Just care for your family and love Louise like I know you do.

The First Lion, Aslan'.

Letting the scroll fall to the floor, I tumbled to my knees. Louise was gone, and Aslan hadn't known. I balled my hands into tight fists, shaking with anger.

"That Witch will pay, Louise. I swear it," I whispered darkly.

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I stepped out of the tent and looked to Edmund and Orieus, who were stood watching me as I walked to the table.

"She's right," I said, meaning the tree nymph. "They're gone." I mumbled, leaning over the table with my fists on the table. I noticed how Edmund looked to Orieus in sympathy before looking to my pale, tired face.

"Then you'll have to lead us," he stated, making me turn to him and open my mouth to protest but closed it after I found I couldn't find any words. "Peter, there's an army out there and it's ready to follow you." I looked back at the table and then frantically at my brother.

"I can't." I said miserably.

"Aslan believed you could," he said, as I looked away with pain in my eyes. "And so do I." He added more quietly, making me look at him with a grim smile.

"The Witch's army is nearing, sire. What are your orders?" Orieus asked, breaking the momentary silence. Looking at the map more determinedly, I began to plan our attack.

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Lucy's POV

The next morning, Susan and I awoke on the Stone Table, I lying on one side of Aslan while Susan had covered Louise's cold body with cloak. Our sad faces were still grim as I looked at Aslan and then Louise.

"We should go," Susan says quietly, taking her cloak back and arranging Louise's hair so it covered her bare shoulders, before stepping done from the Table and walking over to help me down.

"I'm so cold," I told her, feeling more than the chill in the air. I took her hand and walked down the steps. As she was about to pull me away, I let her hand go. "I want to say goodbye to Louise," I said, and Susan nodded, watching as I turned to Louise. Her face was paler this morning, as if she was even colder than the night before. Placing my small hand on her icy forehead, I whispered in her ear. "You were my greatest friend, and I will never forget how we found this land together. We all love you, Louise and I hope you find peace." I finished, and Susan put her arm around me, walking away from the Stone Table. Taking a final look back, we began our walk down the first step the earth shook beneath us, making us fall over from the force. Turning around to see if Aslan and Louise were ok, I found a shocking sight.

"Susan!" I exclaimed, grabbing her attention. We stood up to find the Table broken in half, with neither Aslan nor Louise on it. "Where's Aslan? And Louise?" I asked her, hoping she could explain it to me.

"What have they done?" she asked herself, meaning the Witch and her army.