A/N New chappie! Just to clear something up, Deimos is the White Witch's general, and he has met Rachel's mother before. She gave him the scar over his eye, and he's back for revenge, and he's gonna take it out on Rachel: he's gonna kill her! Also, he's threatening to attack the Pevensies if Rachel doesn't fight him, and if he kills her, he'll attack them. He has a quarter of the Witch's remaining army members in the forest, so he wants to try and kill as many Narnians as possible. So he basically wants to kill Rachel, then command his 'army' to find and kill the Pevensies so the prophesy won't come true. He's really fearsome looking and he's appeared in Rachel's dreams/nightmares. He's also very mysterious, and not much is known about him, other than the fact that he's over one hundred years old. Is that okay? If you need anything else cleared up, just ask!
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Chapter Twenty-Five- The magic lives in all of us
Deimos clamped his hands to his ears and fell to the ground, like he had just had his eardrums broken or Aslan's roar was some sort of mental poison. I looked back to the cliff and there was no shape there, but then I started to get butterflies in my stomach. But these weren't normal, as they spread throughout my body like wildfire. I felt lighter than air and I started to fell like a sort of tingling sensation on my skin. I rolled up my sleeve, which wasn't easy because of my armour, and looked at my skin, and there seemed to be small veins of light moving under my skin.
"Rachel, are you alright?" I heard Susan shout. She wasn't too far away, and I raised my head slightly to see all the Pevensies running towards me. They came to my side and I stood up, my body still having that strange feeling.
"Yeah I'm fine," I replied quietly.
"But he's still here!" Lucy piped up, making a reference towards Deimos.
"I know, I couldn't beat him. Yet."
"We can help you!" Lucy said.
"No, it's my problem. I made a deal with him and… you know, gotta 'sign the contract,'" I put my hands on my head because it was so light that it hurt a little bit, "Ouch," I mumbled.
"Yeah my head hurts too," Su said.
"Really? Mine too," Lucy added.
"I thought it was just me… but I've got a sore head," Pete joined in.
"A little twinge but nothing really painful," Ed said.
"And you all felt really light before?" I asked. They all nodded, "just after Aslan roared?" They nodded again, "something's not right here… hold on a sec, show me your arms."
They all looked at me strangely, but they let me look at their arms. I was shocked to see that the same small shots of light that had appeared on my skin had appeared on theirs as well. Lucy's light was a green colour, Ed's was red, Susan had blue, Pete had yellow and I had white.
"I see that you have noticed the energy that runs within the Chosen Ones," Aslan said from behind us. He walked majestically towards us before stopping a short distance behind us, "all it needed was to be woken up."
"Ha…" Deimos panted. We looked over at him as he struggled to get up, "the Chosen Ones? They are mere humans that are easily disposed of. That one," he said, pointing at me, "couldn't even stay alive."
"I'm back now," I said, "and I'm stronger than ever."
"You're a silly little girl who doesn't know her own heritage and true power. I hear that you once filled an empty cup with tea once? How precious. Don't mind me as I use proper magic to rip your body into tiny, little pieces and feed them to the birds," he looked evilly at the Pevensies, "but not before you watch your beloved Pevensies burn before your eyes," he sighed, "I will have great joy in listening to your screams while they yell your name and accuse you of not doing your duty. Isn't it to protect them? And Aslan…well, he's already abandoned you."
We all looked simultaneously behind us, only to discover that he wasn't there. I for one, was a little bit disappointed to see that Aslan had left us by ourselves to face this monster: and by a little, I mean a lot.
"We don't need Aslan to beat you," I told him defiantly.
He chuckled, "Oh, it's a real shame to kill you. You have a lot of courage, a little bit….too much."
He started yelling, not with rage, but with power. A dark purple and black energy surrounded him, the energy crackling with shots of what looked like lightning. The weather was changing: I could feel it, because it started to get colder than it was literally ten seconds ago. A violent wind picked up, and the sky that was once blue was filled with thunderclouds. Lightning was filling the sky, and one of the lighting bolts hit a piece of ground scarily close to us, making the Pevensie girls and I make a high-pitched yelps of fright.
My hair was coming out of its braid, and flying everywhere, in my eyes and whipping around my face. Lucy was clutching on to Susan in fright, and they were both on the ground, rocking each other back and forth. The Pevensie boys were on the ground as well, protecting and trying to comfort their sisters. I took one last glance at Deimos and went over to the siblings, adding to the small huddle. If this was it, then I wanted to be with my friends and family.
But I had no family.
However, I had my friends, and if these were my last moments (for the second time today) then I would die holding them in my arms.
Deimos had a huge field of his dark magic swirling around him, like some sort of hurricane. His eyes turned completely black and smouldered with power, and it just kept getting bigger. He had stopped yelling a while ago, "Time to say goodbye, Chosen Ones," he said darkly, before releasing all of his power that he had stored up towards us in one, terrifying blast. The purple-black magic soared towards us, and everyone shut their eyes tightly and the arms around me squeezed me into a desperate last hug.
I expected to feel the magic hitting us as soon as I had closed my eyes, but strangely, it hadn't. I could feel arms still around me, and I could hear them breathing (Lucy was whimpering slightly). I cautiously opened one eye and relief and curiosity filled my soul. I slowly got up, telling the siblings that we were safe.
I looked straight in front of me, and a wonderful sight fell upon my eyes. Blocking Deimos' magic was a force field, but not just a normal one: one that had five layers. The outer layer was yellow, the second was blue, the third was red, the fourth was green and the last was white. All of us were standing in awe of the miraculous thing that had protected us.
The black magic had been beaten back by the force-field, and we were safe and sound. But Deimos had other ideas. He started to build up his magic again, but this time, it didn't have that combination of purple and black: it was as black as coal, dark as night. More and more energy built up around him, his magic reaching our barrier and touching the yellow part of the shield. To my horror, the yellow barrier smashed into pieces, leaving the blue one to withstand the dark magic. But not even the blue part could protect us, as it was demolished just like the yellow shield had. Now, only the red, green and white ones remained. I looked around at the Pevensies who all wore the same expression: worry. That facial expression told me that, as their Guardian, I had to do something, and quickly, because that red part wouldn't last long.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by the feeling of my skin being stabbed by a thousand needles. I rolled up my sleeve again, and instead of the short flashes of light that I had seen earlier, they were now long streaks that glowed underneath my skin for long periods of time. I motioned for he siblings to show me their arms, and the same was happening on their skin. Before long, the red barrier had been defeated by the dark cloud of magic that wasn't touching us due to the ten-inch thick green and white force-field in front of me. But, just after the red part of the force-field, the light under our skin got brighter and wasn't going to start fading anytime soon: it was there to stay.
The black magic had started seeping into the green part, and I was starting to panic. But then, the Pevensies and I started glowing even brighter in our respective colours. I looked at them and then Deimos.
"He's charging up his magic," I thought to myself, "he's charging…charging up his magic…charge! We need to try and charge!"
"Guys," I said to them, "I know I might sound crazy, but I think that our skin is glowing because of magic."
"Magic? But we thought that you were the only one who had magic!" Susan exclaimed. The red barrier smashed.
"I know, but," my mind went back to what Deimos had said.
"Time to say goodnight, Chosen Ones."
"We're the Chosen Ones…" I said to them, "and the Deep Magic might have something to do with it," I stated, remembering that Aslan had said something about it.
"That's the thing that brought Aslan back to life!" Lucy said happily.
"There is a Deep Magic that rules over Narnia. It defines right from wrong and helps us fulfil destinies," Peter quoted, his voice wistful, "he told me that before you came here Rachel."
"Well since it's the only plan we have, then we'd better put it into action. Look!" Ed said, pointing at the green shield that was almost completely filled with the black energy. It was destroyed immediately after.
"Everybody hold hands!" Susan commanded. We all did so, and I found myself in the middle, holding Su's and Ed's hands.
"How is this going to help us?" I asked Su above the noise of the wind that was starting to pick up since there was only the white shield left.
"Since, we need to charge up this 'magic', I thought that it would be more powerful if we combined our powers by connecting our hands, so that it will mean that all of our power will be charged up instead of individually," she finished.
"Susan Pevensie… you really are the smartest cookie in the box."
We all stopped talking and kept on watching the black energy penetrating the last layer of the force-field. I felt my own magic levels soaring, and for the first while it was a nice buzzing kind of feeling, but then it started to hurt, and hurt really bad. I clenched my teeth together to stop myself from screaming out loud, but then I looked over at the white layer again. It wouldn't last too long.
"Three," something said in the back of my mind. The pain was almost unbearable, and I felt like I was about to burst into millions of pieces.
"Two," it said again. I was very nearly at breaking point.
"One," it counted down. Our own magic was swirling around us in a huge tornado, rather like Deimos' magic had been, but with red, blue, green and yellow all blending into it. My own colour was only seen in a small sphere around my body, not in the colourful, swirling form that lay all around me and above me.
"Zero."
The white shield had fallen. Yellow, blue, red and green beams all hurtled towards Deimos' huge fog of black magic. But I was still charging, my own beam of magic not shooting forwards like the others had. The four beams were not being pushed back, but they also weren't making the black smog disappear. There was something missing. The pain in my body was still, impossibly for me, rising. I screamed the loudest I ever have.
"Let go," a familiar voice said in the back of my mind. And I released Susan and Edmund's hands.
I shot into the air like a firework, leaving a streak of white behind me. I was about forty feet in the air and I was surrounded by a veil of my own white magic. It kept growing, surrounding my body, until I felt hands slip into mine. I looked at my right hand.
"Mum?" I asked. She wasn't in human form; she was in the form in which I had seen her when I was in the Witch's castle. A white, ghostly, translucent substance made her up her body.
"Yes, it is me Rachel. I have been awakened a powerful release of magic."
"Yep, that was me and the Pevensies."
"The Pevensies and I," she corrected, "anyway, I have come back to tell you that you are being so brave. Me and the other Guardians are all behind you."
"The other Guardians and I."
"We are here to lend you our powers and end this war. We have hated it, and now we have the opportunity to stop this horrible conflict right now."
I felt another hand slip into my left, "And your old man's here as well!"
"Don't forget your grandmother!"
I turned to see my grandmother and Dad smiling at me. I knew I had to do this.
"What do I have to do?" I asked my mother.
"You must let the Guardians put their power into you," she said, as a lot of other white forms joined our line, "then, we will all give you the magical power to defeat this man. But, you must let go."
"Let go of what?" I inquired.
"You must let go of everything. At this moment, the magic is hurting you because you are tied to everything in it. When you let go, the power will flow through you."
"How do I let go?"
"Let your mind go blank. Stop caring. Stop loving. And, when you do, even if it's for a split second, the magic will be released."
"How can I stop caring? How can I stop loving?" I asked her, shocked.
"Because if you don't, the things that you do care for and do love, will die," her eyes moved towards the Pevensies, who were still producing the coloured beams from their bodies. But I could see that they were thinner and the black smog was starting to close i. I was starting to panic but mum soothed me.
"Rachel, just know that we are all here because we love you, and want to help you to save Narnia. If you and the Pevensies don't defeat him, Narnia could slip into another dark era of pain and suffering."
"What about Aslan?"
"Aslan isn't in Narnia right now."
I took one last look at the Pevensies and then closed my eyes. I pushed every single thought out of my head, concentrating so hard that it overwhelmed the pain that the magic was giving me. It took forever to push everything out of my mind, and sometimes it was difficult to keep it out of my mind, but I knew that I had to do this. My family and my friends depended on it, and they were the fuel that kept me burning, burning to keep my mind blank.
It was almost impossible to stop caring. It was almost impossible to stop loving.
But, for one shining moment, my mind went blank. And I opened my eyes to witness myself shooting towards the centre of the black smog.
Ronny's POV
One minute, everybody's happy, the next they're worried. This all started when the sky went dark. Myself and some other Griffons went on patrol to try and find any of the Witch's remaining minions, but in the middle of the battle field, a huge cloud of black had formed. I flew in closer to get a closer look, and the sight was terrifying.
The four future kings and queens and my mistress were all in a sort of huddle as the black cloud got closer and closer to them. I was about to swoop in and get them, before a sort of multi-coloured barrier appeared. It seemed to block out the black fog's advance, but a few minutes later, I saw one of them disappear. Before I could move my body in to action, a voice entered my head.
"Ronny…" it said. I recognised the voice.
"Rosé-Anne?" I asked.
"Yes Ronny, it's me and I'm telling you not to come any closer to those children."
"But…why?"
"Because, if any other living thing got close to them or that black energy…they would lose their life. It's because the power that is being produced is so great, that only the Chosen Ones have the strength to withstand it."
"The Chosen Ones?"
"Yes, the humans: the four Pevensie children and the Guardian. There is an ancient prophesy that has long been lost that has told me about this;
When Adams' sons' and Eves' daughters',
Are no longer divided,
The Deep Magic will be united,
And awaken to become his and hers,
And defeat the Dark One's magic,
With the strength of earth and fire,
Water and Air,
And finally Light.
We have to trust them." She finished.
I nodded reluctantly, my eyes never leaving the five young humans below me, "Can I watch? From a safe distance?" she seemed to sigh within my head.
"Alright."
I watched as the barriers slowly broke down and the humans started to glow. I was extremely shocked and confused at this, but then four different coloured beams shot from them. I watched in awe as the beams attacked the black smog, but a scream brought me back to my senses. I looked to where the sound had come from, and I saw one of them launch into the air, leaving a white streak behind them.
"Rachel…" a voice told me. I kept on looking at my mistress, and an entire line of white forms soon joined her, stretching from left to right. These soon moved to form a line behind her, making her at the front of the line, and the one at the very back moved into the body of the one in front of it. This continued, and each time the next one in the chain got bigger and brighter, and when the reached Rachel, the energy that had been built up formed with her and made her shoot towards the centre of the black smog.
Rachel's POV
I felt myself hurtling through the air and when I blinked, I was in the clear air, but the next time I blinked, black swirled around me. I kept on going into the blackness, before I came in contact with something hard and powerful. I drilled against it, before the thing that I was drilling against felt like it was getting weaker and weaker and finally, it went completely slack. There was an explosion, and everything went as black as the smog
Third Person
The young girl twisted her body around so that it acted like a drill against the large man's shield of black magic. She broke through it, hit the one creating the magic and a deafening noise was produced. Smoke formed a large plume in the air, but a few seconds after the explosion, the thunderclouds disappeared.
The blue sky was a relief to see for all those who had seen the events that had unfolded during the past day, and the rejoicing began. The soldiers cheered and the fauns danced with the dryads once more, until one centaur, a Griffon and a Lion started to talking with one another, away from the celebrations.
"Where did you go Aslan?" The centaur asked.
"I decided to leave Narnia for a moment." The Lion replied.
"But….why? The children could have died!" the Griffon blurted out.
"I knew that they would be safe, as written in the ancient manuscripts."
"But what if they had not succeeded? If they had died, what would Narnia have been like?" the centaur said.
"I knew they would not fail because the Deep Magic was with them."
"The Deep Magic?" The centaur and Griffon exclaimed, "how?"
"They were the Chosen Ones, and had the Deep Magic living within them. All it needed was 'a wake-up call' as the Guardian would say."
"And how did the Magic awaken?" The centaur asked.
"I called to it," The Lion said. The centaur and Griffon had clueless expressions on their faces, "I roared, and that is how it awakened. But it is of the upmost importance that we travel to see our future rulers. It seems like the Guardian could not wait for dusk to come before she went to sleep." The Lion walked away from two very confused creatures. They both looked at each other, and the centaur shrugged his shoulders. They ran, well, galloped and flew after the Great Lion and all they had to do was follow the incredibly noticeable pillar of smoke in the middle of the green meadow that had recently become the site of the end of the Hundred Year Winter.
Rachel lay on the ground, unconscious due to exhaustion. The tall, black-haired man that lay on the ground near her was the one who had made the thunderclouds cover the sky and produce magic so great that it took five people to defeat him. Deimos, the Dark Master was dead.
Or, you would have thought so until his hand curled into a fist.
"I will return, and next time, you won't be so lucky, Guardian."
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