Ed grabbed my arm.
"No! I'm not leaving Peter!" I screamed.
"Go . . . Please go now!" Peter pleaded as he looked into my eyes again.
Ed dragged me up the hill, but something caught his attention. I looked around and saw the Witch turning everything in her path to stone. She was quickly making her way to Peter.
"Come on! You heard him!" Mr. Beaver yelled at Ed and me.
"Peter's not King yet!" Edmund cried as he raced down the hill while I followed close behind. He was heading straight for the Witch. He jumped off the rock and landed right behind her. She turned around and tried to stab him with her spear, but He dodged to the side and hit her spear. It broke in half, also breaking the ability to turn things to stone. She swung her sword at him, which made him block, but the she stabbed the spear at him. I pushed him out of the way, and got the full blow. The spear pierced through my stomach and out my back. I looked at Peter. He saw the Witch pull out the spear and watch me fall into Ed's arms. Peter screamed my name, but I didn't exactly notice . . . the pain was unbearable. Ed gently laid me down on the ground. He stood off and began to defend me. I saw tears rolling down his cheeks. I turned my head to find Peter. The Witch slowly began to walk towards him. Peter looked at me then looked at the Witch. He ran towards the Witch. A few animals got in his way but just ran them through. He screamed in anger. He swung at her, but she dodged his blows. She twirled her swords around and tried to stab him, but he blocked. She criss-crossed her swords right at his neck, but he bent back and caused her to miss, but only by an inch. She finally hit Peter with both her swords across the chest, which knocked him down. H quickly got back up. They fought evenly for about a minute, when a thundering roar came out of nowhere. I looked up on the huge rock and saw Aslan, then the whole area on both sides of the rock filled with more of Our Army. The Witch attacked Peter while he wasn't paying attention. I turned and looked at Ed. He came by my side in an instant, but then had to get back up to fend off someone else who wanted to finish me off. I looked back at Peter and saw him getting tired and slowly began to loose strength against the Witch. I felt warmth in my heart. I felt a new strength rise in me. Peter fell to the ground then the Witch stabbed one of her swords though his arm, which pinned him to the ground. He screamed in pain. I slowly got up, ignoring the pain and the blood. I picked up both of my swords and slowly stumbled towards the Witch. The Witch had finally knocked away Peter's shield, which had been protecting him. She was about to stab him, when I kicked her in the face, It sent her to the ground. She looked at me rubbing her jaw.
"Impossible . . ." She whispered.
"Did you miss me?" I ask grinning.
I don't know where I got the strength from, but I think it had to do with the adrenaline. But I think it was mostly love. Mother said that love could help you do things that you never thought were possible. The Witch got up and got into a defense stance. She quickly raced towards me. She swung her sword at me left and right, but I blocked both. I swung my sword and cut it through her chain mail dress, but it didn't cut her any. She looked at the slice, and then looked back up at me with cold eyes. She was very mad. She ran at me, I block one of her blows to my neck but she did win one blow as it sliced my arm open. It began trickling blood. I blocked a few more of her blows, so I threw some at her, but she blocked them all. Peter had finally tore the sword out of his arm and had gotten up. He saw me and his eyes widened. The Witch took advantage as he only had one sword. He blocked one of her blows but missed the other one as it drew blood above his eyebrow. I was angry, no I was completely furious. I attacked her with moves faster that ever, Fire covered both of my swords. I cut up her arms and chest. But then she faked a move and sliced across my stomach, just below my puncture wound she gave me. Now I was loosing too much blood. I began to stumble and get weak. I accidentally dropped my sword. I tried to pick it up while covering up my gushing stomach. She slices my back open. I fell to the ground, as Peter headed towards me. I fell on my back. I was in so much pain I could move, I was sick to my stomach. . or at least what was left of it. I looked into the Witch's cold eyes as she was bringing the sword down to finish me off. Peter was too far away to do anything. He wouldn't be able to reach me in time. Suddenly Aslan jumped over me and threw himself at the Witch. He landed on her and kept her pinned down. Then he finished her by tearing out her throat. The pain was getting worse and it was getting hard for me to breath. Peter came to my side and grabbed my hand.
"Oh my god . ." He said as his eyes began to fill with tears.