Susan and Lucy fell asleep draped over Aslan's body, unable to bring themselves to leave him.

As Susan awoke, she looked around and saw the sun beginning to rise. The others were probably out on the battlefield by now.

She looked over at her younger sister, her heart heavy. "We should go."

Lucy knew she was right. They needed to help the other Narnians in the battle, and there was nothing else they could do here. But it felt so wrong to leave Aslan's side.

"I'm so cold," she said quietly.

Susan stepped down from the Table and took Lucy's hand. She helped her down and lightly hugged her as they walked away from the sacrificial place. They took one last look at Aslan lying lifeless on the Table and finally turned away.

Suddenly, the ground shook beneath them, and a loud crack rang out.

Lucy turned to look at the Table. "Susan!" she cried.

Susan looked behind them and saw that the Stone Table had cracked right in half.

Aslan was gone.

"Where's Aslan?" Lucy asked crestfallen.

"What have they done?"

The sun began to rise higher in the sky right in between the tall arch behind the Table.

A shadow came into view.

It couldn't be…

The shadow blocked out the sun and revealed Aslan smiling at them.

"Aslan!" both girls exclaimed as they ran up to either side of him.

Aslan laughed kindly as the both of them buried their faces in his restored mane.

"But we saw the knife," Susan said. "The Witch…"

Aslan led them around the cracked Table. "If the Witch knew the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the Deep Magic differently. That when a willing victim who has committed no treachery is killed in a traitor's stead, the Stone Table would crack and even death itself will turn backwards."

"Elaine sent the news that you were dead. She, Peter, and Edmund will have gone to war."

Lucy took out her dagger. "We have to help them."

Aslan put his paw on her hand. "We will, dear one, but not alone. Climb on my back. We have far to go and little time to get there. And you may want to cover your ears."

Susan and Lucy put their hands over their ears as Aslan let out a tremendous roar to let all of creation know that the King of Narnia had returned.

Elaine used her staff skillfully against her enemies, remembering every single lesson Killian had taught her. Meera helped her maneuver throughout the battlefield to take out creatures in the Witch's army and warned her of approaching enemies she couldn't see.

After fighting for nearly an hour, Elaine swiftly dismounted Meera's back and efficiently defeated every opponent that attacked her on level ground. With each attack and defense, she could hear Killian's voice in the back of her mind directing her steps and maneuvers. There was not one person who wielded a staff on the battlefield better than Elaine.

"Fire!" Edmund ordered atop the ridge.

One of the centaur archers shot a flaming arrow into the sky and a phoenix burst forth from it. The beautiful bird soared through the air over the battlefield and crossed the grass to light a wall of fire on the ground that separated the two armies.

The Narnians cheered, but their victory was short-lived when the White Witch burst through the fire on her chariot with ease.

Now that Elaine could see the Witch up close, she realized what she was wearing around her neck.

Aslan's mane.

She was flaunting his death right in front of their faces.

The fire of hatred Elaine felt against the Witch grew even stronger, but she remembered what Killian had told her. Anger would be useful in a battle only if she kept it under control.

"Fall back!" Peter shouted. "Draw them to the rocks!"

The whole of the army began retreating to a better territory to fight and to draw the Witch's creatures back to the archers.

Elaine whistled for Meera and quickly mounted onto her back. Meera galloped towards the rocks behind them.

Just up ahead, one of the dwarfs shot Peter's unicorn which sent Peter flying forward off the unicorn's back.

"Peter!" Elaine screamed. "Let's go, Meera!"

Once she was closer, she quickly dismounted from Meera's back again and ran over to Peter to help him up.

"Are you all right?"

They both looked over to find the Witch fast approaching in her chariot.

Oreius and a rhino charged past them towards the Witch in order to defend the humans.

"Stop!" Peter yelled.

They watched as the rhino was quickly overwhelmed by the Witch's forces.

A minotaur grabbed Oreius, but the centaur shook him off by stabbing him with both of his swords. He then pulled out an additional sword and galloped towards the Witch in her chariot. When he swiped at her, the Witch ducked and used the time it took for him to turn around to stab him in the stomach.

There was a bright flash, and Oreius turned into stone.

Elaine put her hand to her mouth as tears pricked her eyes. But she would have to mourn later. For now, the battle had to come first.

Please, Aslan, give us strength.

The battle continued to rage on for hours.

Edmund left the ridge with some of the other archers and joined in the fight below.

Peter eyes darted around the battlefield and saw Aslan's army quickly losing ground against the Witch's. There just weren't enough of them to match the Witch's numbers. Between her wand and sword, the Witch had a deadly advantage over them as she dwindled them down further and further.

Two griffins flew above them, but the Witch just stabbed one and turned the other into stone where it smashed against a rock.

When the Witch began to make her way towards Elaine, a faun let out a battle cry and charged her. In a matter of seconds, the Witch stabbed him with her wand and added to the stone collection.

"Killian!" Elaine screamed.

The Witch smirked at her. She was winning. And she knew it.

"Edmund!" Peter yelled to his brother. "There's too many! Get out of here! Get the girls, and get them home!"

"You heard him!" Mr. Beaver said, pulling Edmund away. "Let's go!"

"Elaine! Go with him!"

"After everything that's happened, you honestly think that I'm going to just leave you to fight all of these creatures by yourself?" she yelled over her fight with one of the orcs. "Whether I stay or go is my decision, and I told you that I am always with you!"

Peter smiled a little as he continued to fight. As worried as he was about her getting hurt or killed, it was something of a relief to know that he wasn't going to have to continue trying to do all of this on his own.

The longer Elaine and Peter continued to fight, the more they could feel themselves growing weaker and weaker. Neither of them knew how long they had been fighting, but it had been too long and they were losing strength. They'd only trained for a week which was not nearly long enough when up against the Witch's creatures. It was nothing short of a miracle that they'd managed to survive this long as it was.

Edmund looked down at the battle from his spot on the ridge, and he watched in horror as the White Witch turned two more creatures to stone before heading straight for his brother. With a look of determination, he pulled out his sword.

"Peter said get out of here!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed.

"Peter's not king yet," Edmund answered.

The boy quickly ran across the ridge and jumped down with a yell right behind the Witch just as she had her wand raised to strike Peter. The Witch turned around and thrust her wand towards him, but Edmund dodged it and struck it hard with his sword.

A flash of blue light with a crack like thunder rang out across the battlefield and made Elaine and Peter turn their heads.

Edmund had shattered the Witch's magical wand. No longer was she able to turn anyone into stone. He had been the only one to think to go after the wand rather than the Witch herself.

At the realization that she had lost her advantage, the White Witch glared at Edmund with nothing but pure and intense hatred and twirled his sword out of his hands. While he was wide open, she stabbed him in the gut with the broken wand.

"EDMUND!" Peter and Elaine screamed.

Edmund gasped and collapsed onto the ground. All of Peter's strength and then some returned in a matter of seconds, and he took out every single creature that tried to attack him as he charged towards his brother's murderer.

Elaine ripped off her helmet and raced over to Edmund. "I'm here!" she said as she knelt down next to him and pressed her hands to his wound. Blood quickly covered both of them as they trembled.

"You need…to help…" Edmund wheezed.

"No, I can't leave you!"

"Fight…"

Elaine looked around her at the other Narnians trying to fight the Witch's army. She knew they needed her to fight too, but how could she just leave Edmund on the ground after he'd been stabbed?

Edmund placed one of his hands on hers. "Go…fight…"

Elaine took Edmund's hands and pressed them to his wound. "Keep your hands right here, okay? Just keep pressing down."

If Edmund wanted her to fight rather than help him, then she would. But that didn't mean she needed to stray far from his side. She guarded him and kept all of the creatures around her at bay with her staff in a way that would make Killian and Aslan equally proud.

In between in her fights, she caught quick glimpses of Peter furiously battling the White Witch. For someone who never seemed to lift a finger, the Witch was an extremely talented fighter even without her magical wand and it was clear that she was mainly toying with Peter rather than considering him an equal opponent.

Just when she thought they were all going to be overwhelmed, Elaine's heart nearly stopped as a loud growl echoed across the battlefield.

No. It wasn't possible…

She looked up to the cliff to see Aslan alive and well. He let out a tremendous roar that reached to her very core and made her very bones tremble with warmth and hope.

She didn't know how he could be alive, but she didn't care. None of that mattered because the true King of Narnia had returned and the Deep Magic had been satisfied.

Elaine gasped and smiled when hundreds of Narnians filled the ridge with Susan and Lucy at the front. The new soldiers ran onto the battlefield without a moment of hesitation, and the tables quickly began turning in their favor.

Elaine ran back over to Edmund. His hands had gone limp, and blood spilled out of his wound at a dangerous rate. She quickly clapped her hands over it once again. "Edmund, hang on! We're going to win! Aslan is alive and he's brought reinforcements with him! The battle is almost over! Just hang on, please!"

The White Witch, furious at Aslan's return, continued fighting Peter, but her movements were now sharper and so intense that Peter could not hold her off any longer.

The Witch knocked his feet out from under him which made him lose his grip on his sword. She then jammed one of her own swords into his armor and grazed his skin as he screamed in pain.

When he tried to get up, the sword kept him pinned to the ground. He defended himself with his shield, but the Witch knocked that out of his grasp as well. Peter looked up at her in fear as she held her other sword up for the killing blow.

Just as she was about to finish him off, Aslan roared and pounced on her, knocking her several feet away.

Elaine's eyes widened at Aslan's ferocity, and she turned away as he defeated the White Witch once and for all.

Peter yanked the sword out of his armor and stood up, ready to resume fighting.

But then Aslan turned and looked at him calmly. "It is finished."

The battle was over.

The reign of the White Witch had finally come to an end. Against all odds, they had won the right to Narnia.

"Peter!" Lucy and Susan called.

Lucy ran up to Peter and tightly hugged her brother while Susan nervously looked around at the aftermath of the battle.

"Where's Edmund?" she asked.

"Over here!" Elaine cried.

The three siblings ran over to the youngest brother in a panic. Elaine kept her blood-covered hands overtop the gaping wound. The bleeding still hadn't stopped and Edmund was beginning to go pale.

"Edmund!" Lucy screamed.

The Witch's dwarf approached Elaine with his axe at the ready, but she couldn't do anything to defend herself. She feared what might happen if she took her hands away from Edmund's wound.

Susan took out an arrow and shot the dwarf directly in the chest.

"Your sisters are here, Edmund," Elaine said quickly. "They're all here. Everything is going to be okay."

Susan quickly sat down next to her brother before taking off his helmet and resting his head in her lap. Lucy knelt at his other side and took out her cordial. She gently tilted the bottle and allowed one drop to enter Edmund's mouth.

Edmund went limp.

Elaine's eyes filled with tears as she looked up at the other Pevensie children. She was not Edmund's blood-relation like they were, but that did not do anything to dull the stabbing pain in her heart as she felt his lifeless body underneath her hands. After everything they'd endured to get to this point, it couldn't just end like this.

Suddenly, Edmund coughed and his eyes opened. Everyone gasped as they smiled and laughed with relief.

Elaine took her hands off Edmund's healed wound just in time for Peter to pull him into a tight hug. Relieved tears pricked his eyes as he refused to let go of him for a long time. It was truly heartwarming to see just how much the two brothers' bond had strengthened in their short time here.

"When are you going to learn to do as you're told?" Peter laughed.

"More importantly, when are you going to stop scaring us like this?" Elaine asked with a smile.

Edmund smiled shyly.

Lucy tightly wrapped her arms around Edmund. Elaine, Peter, and Susan joined the hug, all of them now understanding just how important they all were to one another.

When they broke away from each other, they all turned to look at Aslan. He breathed on one of the statues the Witch had created and immediately, the stone began to melt away and the creature returned to his living state.

Lucy stood up and looked at her cordial. With a smile to the others, she ran off and began administering drops to everyone else who had been mortally wounded during the battle.

Elaine watched Aslan breathe onto the statue of a familiar faun. With a sharp inhale, the faun's body returned to normal and he weakly fell forward.

"Killian!" Elaine exclaimed as she bolted up and ran over to him.

"Elaine!"

Once Elaine reached the faun, she threw her arms around his neck.

"Uh, m-my lady, please, restrain yourself."

"Lesson number ninety-six: when Aslan brings a Daughter of Eve's beloved trainer back to life, that Daughter of Eve is allowed to hug him for as long as she wishes."

Killian chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around her to return her hug.