Chapter 21. Magic.
Aslan had requested to speak with Celeste alone. They were on a high hilltop and staring down at the vast view.
"You are afraid child, of what lays ahead of you?" Aslan asked, or rather, stated.
"It's just.." Celeste turned quickly to face him.
"Sir, I'm only seventeen, how can I marry? Cedric is my only brother left and with Peter leading the war.."
"I..I just don't want to lose more people I love…" Celeste said, looking back at the view.
"Child, the prophecy does not state how things will be, it states how things should be, and you never know, maybe it does not even apply to you." Aslan answered.
"What do you mean sir?" she asked, not really understanding.
"You will know in time." Aslan said, turning away.
"Now, I must speak with Peter, you should go get changed and prepare."
"But what...Yes, sir." Celeste said while her mind worked in overdrive, trying to understand.
She watched as Peter walked up to Aslan, he didn't look much like a king in his Narnian clothing, but Celeste thought he looked more kingly than anyone she had ever known, so she watched him for a bit then decided to go get ready for whatever lay ahead.
Meanwhile, Peter and Aslan were having a conversation of their own.
"Do you doubt the prophecy, Son of Adam?" Aslan asked.
"No…" Peter said, as he too stared at the great view before him.
"That's just it." Peter said, head down, grasping his sword hilt.
"Peter, there is a greatmagic more powerful than all of us that rules over all of Narnia. It determines all our destinies,your fate, and mine." He paused.
"But I'm can't even take care of my own family!" Peter burst out.
"You've brought them safely this far haven't you?" Aslan replied.
"Not all of them." Peter said, looking at his vague view of the witch's castle.
"Peter, have faith in yourself. Do not fear what you have yet to know. Life is only beginning."
"But how do I even know Edmund and Cedric are alive? Life certainly isn't beginning for them." Peter sighed.
"Death is only a part of life Peter. I can tell you now that they are alive, but in order to save them you must consider what it is I ask of you."
"But, I'm not who you think I am…" Peter argued.
"You're Peter Pevensie, formerly from Finchley, future high king of Narnia. Beaver also informed me that you planned on turning him into a hat."
At this Peter had to smile, but it was interrupted by a loud hollow sound of a horn.
"Your sister's horn." Aslan said.
And Peter wielded his sword and ran toward the direction of the sound.
He arrived at the edge of a lake, where three wolves were surrounding Lucy and Susan up in a tree. Celeste had already slayed one with her bow and arrow, and was aiming at another until Aslan stopped her and caught the wolf. She turned to the wolf rounding Peter.
"No. Lower your bow daughter of eve. This is Peter's battle."
Peter pointed his sword at the wolf as it mocked him once again, he could no longer take it. He was about to strike when the wolf pounced upon Peter, but Peter was fast enough and thrust the sword into the heart of the wolf. He had done it.
"Peter are you alright?" Susan yelled as she, Lucy and Celeste pushed the wolf off of Peter, and watched Aslan free the wolf he had been holding.
"Follow the wolf, it will lead you to the sons of Adam." And Oreius the centaur nodded, and gestured at the rest to follow.
"Peter wipe your sword." Aslan said, and proceeded to knight Peter.
Meanwhile at the witch's camp
Cedric watched as Ginarrbrik neared Edmund. He felt so helpless since he knew that he was. His hands were bound and his teeth were gagged. The same had been done to Edmund.
"This is all my fault." Cedric thought, watching Ginarrbrik taunt Edmund, but he didn't know that Edmund had been thinking the exact same thing. He heard footsteps, no, galloping. And the next moment he was riding upon what seemed to be a half horse, half man.
"Centaurs." He murmured, having read enough books to know this.
He closed his eyes and felt the centaur beneath him stop.
Before him stood a large, great lion. Aslan.
"Come Sons of Adam." It said both threateningly and invitingly at the same time.
Cedric dismounted the centaur, and Edmund did the same as they followed the lion to a high hilltop.
Below the hill Peter and the rest stood waiting for their return.
Oreius walked, or in this case, trotted by and saw the looks on their faces as they waited.
He pointed to the hilltop where Peter and Celeste had once been, and they all turned to see their brothers.
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Quite a short chapter, I know, but I'll be making the next few longer so I thought I should make a short one while I was at it. The next..3 chapters or so will not be as book related as the others so I can start getting back to the main story again. Please keep reading and leave a review. Thanks!