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Chapter 29, My first Journal Entry
I've never written in a diary before, but Susan oh so lovingly gave me this thing. Well, I needed to spill a few thoughts this morning before we discuss our visitor last night with Sallowpad. Oh wait, shouldn't I date it…I don't know the date. We've been in Narnia for nearly a week…I think. It's so hard to believe it was nearly three days or so ago I thought I was going to die in battle. My brother almost did. In fact, we didn't even know this place existed—
I'm getting ahead of myself. Susan instructed me about how to start a journal, and it seems I've broken nearly all the rules. Here it goes.
My name is Peter Walter Pevensie. I am 15—oh, wait, I am turning 16 in three days! How could I forget! The date popped into my head just now, but I think I'll skip writing it in the top of the page, just so the rules are all broken together.
Anyways, as you can see, I'm easily distracted while I'm writing. I don't know why. Maybe I could find out. I'll ask Susan, after our meeting. Oops—there I go again!
I came from Finchley, England. My brother and sisters stumbled upon Narnia through a wardrobe. Oh, blast, this story is much too long.
Okay—so, last night, we were on our way to bed. The hall was dark, the candlelight flickering—I daresay it was almost spooky. Anyhow, a big knock sounded at the gate, and our guards hastened to answer it. They told us we had a visitor, and it was merely a faun. We told it to enter.
A very OLD faun came in, looking tired and broken. In a thin, rasping voice, he told us that we must be wondering where and how our Mother was. How he knew this, I have no idea!
This was very unofficial, Susan thought, because we weren't meeting in our normal "office" we jokingly call it. We offered to go into a sitting room of sorts, but the faun demanded we hear him out then and there. How odd. It really was creepy.
He told us of a wizard, maybe even a witch, who had the powers to show us what we wanted to know. He said he would take us there for a small sprice. I mean price. Blast it! I am such a bad speller! If Mum knew…well, she doesn't, actually. But she could if we take up the offer. Of the faun, I mean. It's all so confusing.
So he offered to take us to a wizard, to check on mother, for a price. It doesn't seem so bad. But he could have an ulterior motive. I had a funny dream last night. (off subject again, but it ties in somehow, I just KNOW it does!)
So, in my dream, I was walking. The world looked a little upside down, and I was in my house. It was suppose to be Cair Paravel, but it was the house in London. I saw the little lion figurine my dad kept upon the mantle, (it doesn't exist, but it did in the dream) and I paused to look at it. All of a sudden, the statue moved and spoke with Aslan's voice. "Beware," he said. "Remember what I told you? How could you have forgotten? The Witch isn't dead."
I knew she really WAS dead, I saw her die. It was ridiculous.
"The Witch is alive in others!" he shouted, clearly upset. "I need a cup of tea," he said.
I laughed out loud. Aslan didn't drink tea.
"The army!" he cried. "the army!"
Without knowing when the change took place, It really WAS ASLAN, and we were on the battlefield. The Witch's army was fleeing, and we didn't kill them all. Some were marked, some were killed, some were imprisoned because they swore revenge. But there were others!
I awoke then, and it was so peculiar I told the others, but they all said the same thing:
"I had a dream too," said Lucy. "Aslan said, 'Let Peter figure it out. He shouldn't have forgotten.'"
"Aslan spoke to me too," said Susan, grinning evilly like she so often does. (she has quite recovered from being boring, now she is incredibly sassy to a fault).
"And he said Peter must do it himself, he has to finish the puzzle."
"That's wonderful," I said sarcastically.
"I only had a nightmare," Edmund said.
We swooped in like normal siblings, asking him why he didn't wake us up or something. He only replied that they happen every single night! I couldn't believe he kept it such a secret! I could have helped somehow, I know I could have.
"I have the same one every night," he said, "About the Witch. But this time is wasn't just Her, it was her entire army. They escaped. Aslan was really, really angry."
So, I've just stopped writing about ten minutes back, and read over what I just wrote. I sound like a lunatic, but I also remembered something. I pieced the puzzle, as Susan would say.
Aslan said this to me, one random night in the camp, but I had forgotten.
"If we can only hope to defeat them, we know it won't be the end. She has supporters everywhere, and not all fought. You have many enemies left. The remnants of her army will still be left to be fought." He had spoken this when we were discussing plans on our way to the new camp, when I first got wind that he may not be there himself.
So now I know! Aslan was warning me last night. The faun DOES have an ulterior motive, he is probably loyal to Her.
LATER
Sorry, I was interrupted. I've just now come back from the meeting with our royal advisor, Sallowpad. He informed us he did a little research last night, when he caught wind of our visitor. The faun is staying (the faun is called Kanna, by the way) in the lower room by the gate. Sallowpad paid him a visit, and discovered some interesting things. I can't list them all, but here are some: He came from the Witch's castle, claiming he was hiding from her, and said she'd never expect an enemy in her own House. He said he knew nothing of the battle outcome until he realized we were Kings and Queens. He said someone informed him that we were from another world. He said he was very poor and needed the money, otherwise he would have NEVER considered asking payment for his offer—(the offer being, what Kanna called, a tender-hearted act of reverence to the new Sovereigns.)
I think it sounds like uh…uh…very unstable story. Very unstable indeed.
So if it is a trap, we will counter it with a trap of our own. Oreius is leading a band of scouts ahead to the location given by our eagle spies, on the borders of Archenland, I believe, where the Wizard is supposed to live. They will await us there to ensure safety.
Scouts are posted along the road there.
We are going to be armed and ready in case the remnants of the Witch lies in wait.
And whatever is ahead, I beg Aslan we've taken the right precautions.
I simply HAVE TO KNOW about Mum!
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