I no own Narnia

I see what you mean, Capegio, but I can't seem to find a way to fix it and my computer tells me when I misspell words. You'll have to tell me what 'Capegio' means, I'd really like to know.

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Chappie three

"Aslan is dead." Everyone slowly walked out of their tents to see Peter standing in front of Aslan's tent, "Susn and Lucy sent word early this morning."

"Aslan, dead?" It started to sink in that their leader was not returning.

"Peter, what are you talking about?" Ashlyn asked, "Why are you trying to scare everyone?"

"I'm telling the truth, one your trees told Edmund and I this morning."

"You mean, we have to go into war without him?" A centar called.

"NO!" Ashlyn yelled, "We have Peter and Edmund! The kings of Narnia!" Everyone cheered and began to get ready for war.

"Whoa horsie." Edmund said. The horse stopped and looked at the boy on his back.

"The name's Phillip." The horse said."

"Hey, Edmund."

"Hello, Ashlyn."

"How do you feel?" She brought her feet from above her head to below it but still hovered above the ground.

"Nervous."

"That's expected."

"Will you watch over us?"

"Edmund! Do not bother her with stupid questions." Peter scolded.

"I will watch over you, Edmund, No bad luck will fall upon your head." Ashlyn smiled at Edmund and flew off.

"Why do you encourage him?" Peter yelled at Ashlyn wile she sat alone.

"Why don't you encourage him?" She turned to face him, "He is a young boy going into war. NO one who has become an aly to the White Witch will show him mercy. He has to have some sense of safety or he will be his own demise! Try to get that through your pretty boy head!"

"They come in numbers larger and greater than our own." The falcon said as he landed on the rock next to Ashlyn.

"Numbers do not win a battle." The centar beside Peter said.

"Yeah, but I'm sure they help." Peter replied, "Are you with me?" He asked the centar.

"Til the end." The centar responded. Peter looked over at the fairy and she placed a hand on his arm.

"Forgive me." She said.

"Only if you forgive me."

"Done."

"They're here." The falcon said.

"Listen, Peter, if you need me, call for me, I will be beside you in an instant." Peter wanted to say something, he really did, but he felt too entrance by her eyes. She kissed his forehead, flew away, and the battle began.

Down went the witch's aly's then went some of Aslan's. The witch just with her bears and watched until, finally, she was ready to fight.

"Bring them to the rock!" Peter shouted. Ashlyn flew to the top of the rock and landed beside Edmund.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

"I don't know."

"You have to believe Edmund, you just have to. You're not alone." She ducked as arrows were shot from behind. Everyone turned their heads when they heard a roar come from the right.

"Aslan!" He roared again and ran down into the battle.

"Ashlyn! You're bleeding…right above your left wing."

"I'll be all right." Ashlyn and Edmund watched Aslan murder the evil Queen and start to breath on the frozen creatures and Lucy started to heal the murdered ones.

"Mr. Tumnus!" Ashlyn yelled and threw her arms around his neck.

"My dear fairy, you are bleeding quite a lot from your wing."

"Yes, I know, I'll fix it later. Oh, Edmund! You are so brave!" Edmund barely missed touching the blood on Ashlyn's back when he hugged her. "Susan, Lucy, Thank you for bringing Aslan back. Aslan!" She laid on the lion's back to hug him.

"Don't get blood in my fur."

"Yes sir, I won't!" Susan tapped Ashlyn on the shoulder and pointed to Peter who was standing by himself. Ashlyn walked over and stood behind him.

"You will make a magnificent king, Master Peter. Do not doubt your abilities." Peter did not say anything; he didn't even turn to look at her, "Peter, what are you thinking about?"

"Are you going to leave?"

"What?"

"Once everything is over, are you going to leave?"

"Peter, I-I don't know what to tell you, I go with Aslan. Would you just live in the moment, please? Stop worrying about what will happen in the next five minutes and at on what you feel now."

"No, I can't do that and you can't make me."

"Come on Peter!" Lucy yelled, "We have to go an Ashlyn needs to get her back bandaged." Ashlyn turned and started to fly. Peter saw the blood on her back and pulled her to the ground by her foot. Before she could say anything, Peter was walking beside her, holding her hand.