Hey, everybody! I know it's been a long while but I've been busy trying to finish up high school. I've been bombarded with everything lately. But now that this is done I hope you enjoy it! I changed some of the dialogue a bit towards the end (you can easily find it) but that's just to keep it from bring too, you know, bland. I hope you like it anyway, even though I personally hate this chapter.

(Diamond's P.O.V)

I woke up with a bad feeling. I gazed around the tent. All was still quiet and dark. But gazing around some more I noticed something else. Aslan was gone. This was very strange. Usually if he leaves for any sort of matter he will wake me to tell me so I don't panic. Why didn't he? Deciding on some sort of instinct that I needed to find him I slipped out of my hammock, dressed myself in a simple black frock to blend in with the night, and put on my black cape. Putting on my simple shoes and hitching my sword to my waist, I silently stepped out of the tent. A breeze blew past me. It seemed to be leading me, so I followed it. Careful not to wake anyone else I followed the wind to wherever it seemed to be going. However, I wasn't quiet enough. As I was walking past their tent, Susan and Lucy suddenly drew the flap open with a sharp movement. I flinched with a start and pressed a hand over my chest to catch my breath. "Sorry, Diamond," said Lucy. "We didn't mean to scare you."

"It's alright, Lucy," I replied. "You just gave me a fright that's all."

"Where are you going?" Susan asked.

"Aslan's gone." I explained. "And I have a really bad feeling about it."

"Same for us," Susan said. A moment of silence passed as another breeze stirred.

"Could we perhaps come with you?" Lucy asked. I gave a single nod and the sisters positioned themselves on either side of me. We walked around their tent, and could just make out the golden shape of Aslan heading into the woods. Putting a finger to my pursed lips as a signal to stay silent we followed him together. He had his head down, and his heavy footsteps had lost their usual grace and pride. Even the glow he seemed to have always surrounding him was dim. Trying to be quiet didn't work, though. As I expected, Aslan heard us.

"Shouldn't the three of you be in bed?" he asked in a low voice full of sadness. We emerged out of the shadows we were concealing ourselves in.

"We couldn't sleep," Susan said.

"Please, Aslan," I asked. "Couldn't we come with you?" I expected him to tell us that we couldn't or to go back to sleep. But he surprised me by saying the contrary.

"I would be glad to have a little company for a while." Susan and Lucy didn't hesitate and moved to one side if him while I took the other. "Thank you," he said again. Softly clutching his mane, we walked with him towards his mysterious destination.

We walked in silence for several minutes. They drug on as if they were hours. But that was alright, for the further we walked on, the more the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach grew. I didn't want to find out what would happen. Finally we came to a stop in the middle of a clearing. "It is time," Aslan said, turning round to face us. "From here I must go on alone." My eyes widened and my heart began to race. What did he mean?

"But Aslan-" I started to protest.

"You have to trust me, my dear one," he said. "For this must be done." Holding a confused look on my face he continued on. "Thank you, Susan. Thank you, Lucy." The sister quickly became as confused as I. "And thank you most of all, Diamond. The time has come for you to lead your people with the wisdom I have given you. Farewell, my child." Wait, what? Farewell?

"Aslan, what's going on?" I said in disbelief. "Why are you leaving me?"

"I will never leave you, Diamond," he said. "I am doing this because I love you. You have to trust me."

"Aslan, I do trust you. With my life."

"Then for me and your people...go back. Goodbye, my daughter." He didn't give me a chance to say anything more. He walked on into the night. I watched until I couldn't see him then I motioned for Lucy and Susan to follow me. We took a longer way, but along the same route that Aslan took. The longer we followed him, the more we heard strange noises. It sounded like forest creatures only more malicious. Evil, even, if such a word could be used in this sense. Coming upon the edge of the wood that opened into a larger clearing our eyes took in a horrible sight. Torches of fire were surrounding a platform. The Stone Table. Wait, this was the place Edmund was supposed to die. Then why was Aslan here? Grotesque creatures, some kinds of which I had never seen before were banging drums and chanting. From where we were we could see Aslan climbing the set of steps that led to the Table's top. Even though the creatures were snarling at him, trying to seem confident, they still cleared a path for him while backing away in fear. One of them took one look at Aslan and scurried off in fear. Susan swallowed hard and locked eyes with me. She shifted her eyes back. As did I. This is when I noticed that it wasn't just Aslan, the fire, and the creatures, but something, or rather someone that was more evil than all of the evil things in the land put together. There, standing in the middle of the Table in a gray feathered dress and holding a wicked dagger was my mother. Even from where we were hidden I could see the glint in her eyes. Lucy shrunk behind me once she caught sight.

"Behold," announced Mother in a calm voice dripping with evil. "The Great Lion." Her creatures erupted into cheers. The sisters and I glanced at each other. Suddenly Aslan roared in pain. Mother's minotaur knocked him down with a club. Lucy gasped and I pressed her to me.

"Why doesn't he fight back?" she asked. I simply shook my head to tell her I didn't know.

"Bind him!" demanded Mother once again. Her creatures took too much delight in this as they jeered and mocked Aslan, bringing forth thick ropes and cords. But before they could finish Mother spoke again.

"Wait!" she sneered. "Let him first be shaved." Another atrocious roar of laughter and cheering resounded. The little dwarf that was Mother's henchman came forward and cut off a clump of Aslan's golden mane, waving it around like a trophy before tossing it into the air like a feather. After they were done with their cruel deed Aslan looked more like a female lion dare I say it. They then drug him to the table and threw him on it upon Mother's orders. The drums and cheering grew louder and louder. I thought my eardrums and my heart both would burst in perfect unison until Mother stretched out her hand to stop it. Some of the strange two legged beaked creatures began banging their torches on the ground in a chilling rhythm. Soon more joined in. Mother then bent down to Aslan and let a long bony hand go over his side. Her lips were moving, so I send out a wind to pick up her voice.

"I'm honestly a little disappointed in you." she was saying. "Did you really think that by doing this you're saving the human traitor?" I cocked my head in confusion. "Did you really think that by doing this you could keep Diamond from me?" She laughed a little, but it was not a pleasant one. "You're saving no one." she spat. "So much for love." Then she stood. I could've sworn that in that moment Aslan and I locked eyes, his brimming with tears. I felt as if in that moment time stopped. It was just he and I. I wanted to rush to him, untie him, restore his mane and all the while embrace him and never let go. I came out of my state when Mother's voice rose above the din. "Tonight," she said. "the Deep Magic will be upheaved!" A cheer resounded. The beating got faster. "By tomorrow," she continued with a triumphant smile. "we will take Narnia forever!" Another cheer, this time louder. She looked down at Aslan and the beating got faster and faster almost to the point where I could bear it no longer. "In that knowledge..." she said to Aslan while moving the dagger to one hand. "Despair." She raised it.

"And DIE!" With one movement she threw her arm down and without mercy drove the knife through Aslan's chest! I tried to scream and scream but none came. My voice had gone. I wanted to look at Susan and Lucy but I could not take my eyes off of Aslan. Aslan, my friend, my protector, my father. His eyes widened in pain and then they shut, but not before I could swear again that he looked at me. Lucy hugged me tight and Susan buried her forehead in my shoulder. I couldn't tear my eyes away no matter how much I wanted to.

"The Great Cat is DEAD!" Mother yelled spreading her arms out wide. She closed her eyes in bliss. She was happy. It was sickening. Now I could finally tear my gaze away from the sight as I dropped to my knees, burying my face in the dirt. Susan and Lucy put their hands on my shoulders, sobbing as well. "General!" Mother shouted again. "Prepare your troops for battle. However short it may be." Another great sob lurched my body. How could I possibly lead my people into battle without Aslan? Susan pulled Lucy and I further into the shadows as Mother's army raced past us, but not in the direction of the camp.

When all was still and quiet, we finally managed to gain enough strength to walk over to the Table. Susan and Lucy immediately rushed to Aslan's side but I moved stiffly. I couldn't bear to see him like this. I finally reached him and took in his face. How could one look at peace and yet in so much pain? Finally in a position where no one could hear me, I let out a huge, loud scream of grief and collapsed onto Aslan's cold body, burying my face in his side while saying 'Father' over and over. Susan and Lucy cried too, but not as heavy. Lucy took out her cordial and began to unscrew it, but Susan said that it wouldn't help. "He must have known what he was doing," she said. I pulled back just enough to cup his face.

"He was my father," I choked out. "I never even got to say goodbye. I never got to tell him I love him." Embracing him I cried some more, with Susan and Lucy doing the same. We all clung to each other atop Aslan's body and cried ourselves dry.

It must have been almost an hour before we could finally cry no longer. Physical soreness had taken over the emotional pain for the time being. I still clung to the sisters, listening to the silence. That was soon interrupted by a small sound...or rather sounds. It was squeaking mixed with something being gnawed. "Get away!" Susan said through undried tears.

"No," Lucy whispered. "Look." I did. The tiny noises were coming from some small mice. And...they were chewing away the cords that bound Aslan to the Table. Seeing their small act of kindness gave Susan, Lucy, and I fresh tears as we felt the ropes slip away.

"We have to tell the others," Susan said shakily.

"I'm not leaving him," I protested hugging Aslan's body tighter.

"Diamond, there's no time," she said. "They need to know. There's an army out there," Susan continued. "And it's ready to follow you."

"I can't!" I exclaimed.

"Aslan believed you could," she kept on. "So does Peter. And so do we." She was right, but I still wasn't giving in that easily.

"Look, I can conjure a wind to send the message to the camp. But I'm not leaving him yet."

"How?" Susan asked.

"The trees." whispered Lucy. She was right. Gathering what was left of my energy I sent up a wind to summon a Dryad. When she awoke I gave my message to her and sent her en route to the camp. She was to give Peter and Edmund my message. When she was gone I felt queasiness wash over me. Using my powers out of grief or tiredness makes me exhausted. This time it was both. Feeling incredibly weak, I collapsed on top of Aslan and cried myself to sleep.

(Peter's P.O.V)

A cold wind and the feeling of something on my cheek stirred me awake. Letting my eyes adjust they could map out a figure at the entrance of the tent. I took my sword and unsheathed it. Edmund was awoken by this. Then I noticed that the figure wasn't human at all, but made out of flower petals. She was a Dryad. "Be still, my princes." she spoke solemnly. "I bring grave news from your sisters and the Princess."

"Go on," I said, confused. But what she told me next shocked me. She said...that the White Witch had killed Aslan. What?! How could that be?! It was Aslan! Surely she couldn't have done it that easily! While I was in disbelief trying to sputter out something to say, Ed dressed himself, muttering something about telling the army. As soon as he had gone the Dryad waved her hand in the air. Out of a cloud of petals she showed an image that confirmed what she was saying. It was the Witch stabbing Asian right through the heart surrounded by her cult of followers. I let my brain and heart absorb this before telling her thank you. She disappeared, leaving me alone to dress. I couldn't sleep now. Stepping out into the early morning dew full of sadness and disbelief I trodded to where Edmund and Orieus were gazing over the map we had laid out. "She's right." I said. "He's gone."

"Then you'll have to lead us," Ed said. I hung my head, shaking it a little. "Peter, there's am army here waiting and ready to follow you."

"I can't do this, Ed," I insisted.

"Asian believed you could," he pointed out. "So does Diamond. And so do I." That filled me with a newfound strength. He was right. This army needed a leader. I guess I would have to do.

"The Witch's army is nearing, Sire," spoke Orieus. "What are your orders?" Looking at map I planned out a strategy. I explained it to Orieus and Edmund.

"Tell everyone to be in full armor with weapons and to meet me at the edge of camp. We'll ride out when it's lighter and we can see better." I instructed. Orieus nodded dutifully and galloped off. Edmund and I locked eyes for just a moment. Then I felt something wet dripping down my face. It was a tear. I was crying; grieving over Aslan. Edmund was crying, too and we both pulled each other into a wordless hug. It was the and there I decided that I wouldn't just win this battle for Narnia and it's people, but also to avenge Aslan. Dead as he was now, he would always be alive in my heart and the hearts of everyone else here.

And it was my job to keep it that way.

God you guys I honestly hate this part of the story. I cry every time while watching the movie and I even cried while retelling it. But oh well, it's over now and you all know whathappens next, right? Till then, please review!

XOXO -Blue