A/N ok. Here you go, and I'm feeling the need to specify that only one of the wolves from earlier was possessed. Ok, so I want to know if anyone knows where I got my title from, so in a review, let me know. If you get it right, I'll give you a shout out in my A/N for a later chapter. Enjoy,
Your author in training,
havah
Mr. Tumnus was sitting in his house in the woods, pondering the conversation that he had had with King Peter earlier on. It had been a confusing conversation, and one that called for much pondering. Peter is asking me to make sure that Lucy does not join him in the fight for Narnia? Why? Because She is to young to die, he said, but she can hold her own? Well, whatever King Peter says must go, he is the High King, and he must be respected. I only hope that Lucy does not mind this arrangement. Then Mr. Tumnus sat there in silence, thinking and sipping his tea. This had been a very interesting week for everybody.
Peter awoke from his sleep in the early hours of the morning, and was sure that no one was up. He looked outside of the window, and was captivated by the moon shining on the river. The beauty of the dawn was calling to him, so he got up, put on some reasonable clothing, and went out for a walk. He had almost walked out of the castle door, when he remembered his sword, and decided that he'd better take it with him, considering what had been happening lately. Peter ran back upstairs to his room, grabbed his sword, and exited the castle. Sometimes it just takes silence, privacy, and beauty to think seriously about something.
As he walked along, he thought about the performance of the ritual. Barklie has left it written down for them, and it looked dangerous. It required the person with the Witch inhabiting them that was to be cured, plus 10 others, all in the state of mind of the witch to perform it. Also, there needs to be one person to perform the ritual, and this person is at the most risk, for this person must deal with all of the things that are inhabited. This person must use verbal persuasion to get one living memory that is not of the witch from the mind of each victim, and then 5 memories based off of these from the person being cured. When Peter had looked up the ritual in the library, it had said that the person performing the ritual has often been killed by the possessed. Bring it on, whatever must be done for Narnia must be done, thought Peter, knowing that he would be the one to perform the ritual.
Peter walked along silently thinking for a little while, and then he heard the crack of a stick. Whirling around, Peter drew his sword and came face to face with a 2 dryads. Normally, dryads would not bother Peter, but these two did not seem quite themselves. "He's the one, kill him! She said he was out of the castle, it's him!" said one to the other.
"Yes, you're right, it must be. Time to die little king!" Each dryad produced a dagger, which they then proceeded to attack Peter with. Peter, however, was slightly faster. He had quickly realized that these two dryads were bewitched by the queen, and that Rebecca knew he was out. Quickly knocking out the two dryads, Peter scooped them up, and ran back to the castle. If Rebecca, in the state of the witch, knew he was out, they might see this as an opportune moment to attack Cair Paravel.
Peter entered the castle with his sword drawn, and dropped the two dryads in the entry way, and locked the door. He ran as fast as he could up to Rebecca's room. Upon opening the door, he saw her crumpled on her bed, crying. Instinct kicked in, and he rushed to her side. "Are you alright? What's happened?" he asked, picking her up gently, and pulling her into his arms. She didn't respond immediately, but kept on crying. "What's wrong, please tell me," he asked.
"I-I tried to kill you!" she sobbed. "I told them you were out and where I thought you would have gone! I thought you were dead!" Rebecca cried into Peter's arms, and he held her for only a few minutes.
"Its alright, it wasn't you, I'm fine, they are in the hall, and no ones dead, it's going to be ok," Peter stroked her hair absent mindedly, as he would Lucy or Susan. "Nothing's going to hurt you; I promise that we are going to come out of this together."
"Thank you, and may I ask why you ran away earlier?" asked Rebecca. Peter was quite taken aback by this question, and he didn't know quite how to answer.
"I don't know, I was scared I guess," he finally said.
"Of what?"
"I don't know, everything, a battle, a war, my family's safety, your safety, and Narnia's well being," he reasoned with himself, and decided not to be very specific. Still crying, Rebecca rested her head in the bend of Peter's arm, and fell asleep with him holding her. When he was positive she was asleep, he set her down on the bed, and went back to the entry hall to put the Dryads safely in a room with the dwarves so that they could be used to sure Rebecca. Then he returned to his own room, filled with a feeling that he had never felt before. Upon getting back to his room, he realized that he wasn't going to sleep at all today, and he may as well go downstairs and start the day.