A/N ahh, the moment of truth, THE RITUAL! Here ya go folks, enjoy!
Your Author in Training,
havah
"I'm really sorry about this Rebecca," murmured Peter under his breath as he ripped a piece of fabric from her sheet, and tied her hands together so that she could not hurt anyone too severely. He then dragged her out of her room, and down the stairs, all the while calling to Mr. Tumnus and Oreius that it was time for the ritual. Hoofs and feet alike clattered around getting everything set up. The 10 others were brought from the basement, and held into control by Oreius, Tumnus, and eight other volunteers. Peter passed Rebecca over to Edmund, who insisted on helping, despite Peter and Susan's protests, and took out the requirements. "Akhara VaHaynyem!" Peter shouted the opening words, and they were all surrounded by a ring of fire.
Peter proceeded towards to first wolf. His only goal was to make him remember, and say out loud something that was his own memory. "Shahanyim Arissia! Recall a memory for us!" after the magic words, Peter had to improvise. "Tell me something you remember! Now!" Peter yelled.
"I remember stabbing Edmund!" snarled the wolf.
"Not the witch's memory, your own!" yelled Peter, beginning to become afraid, but it was to late to stop now.
"I can't!"
"THINK!"
"I recall Maugrim running at Peter, then all of sudden he was dead!" growled the wolf, then fell silent. Peter found this to be correct, as the wolf stopped struggling and fell to the ground. Peter advanced towards the next wolf.
"Shahanyim Arissia! Recall to me a memory of your own, not the witch's!"
"Digging through the Beaver's dam to find the children!" this wolf to collapsed in a heap. Peter moved on to the first dwarf.
"Shahanyim Arissia! Recall your own memory!"
"My 10th birthday when my mother was killed in an accident in the river!" shouted the dwarf after a moments thinking, then he too collapsed.
"Shahanyim Arissia! Recall one of your fondest memories to me!" shouted Peter, wanting a more pleasant one.
"My wedding day to my wife! It was 220 years ago to the date!" yelled the dwarf.
"Good, good, muttered Peter. Shahanyim Arissia! Recall to me a memory of your own!"
"The witch caught me and turned me to stone, but not before performing a spell on me! She did this because I was rebelling against her!" Peter went through all of the dwarves, then the two dryads recalled memories from before the witches reign, and the badger recalled his dinner from two weeks prior to his bewitchment. Next up was the most dangerous and challenging part. It said on Peter's paper that id Rebecca said a memory that was not her own, things would go wrong, different things depending on how many times she went wrong.
"Shahanyim Gobdijiak Arissia! Speak to me 5 memories, all your own, none of the witch's, and you shall be free!" shouted Peter. "THINK! You can do this!"
"I can't, I can't remember!" screamed Rebecca. Peter repeated his magic, then waited. "I remember entering a painting, then being in a whole new place," said Rebecca slowly. One down, four to go! Thought Peter. "I was terribly mistreated by my parent when I was young, and I had to be taken away from them!" offered Rebecca, after even more time thinking. Come on, come on! Thought Peter we're almost done! Just three more! "King Peter running out of the kitchen for no apparent reason!" screamed Rebecca. Peter was becoming more and more anxious, because with every memory, Rebecca seemed to be in more and more pain. "I CAN'T DO THIS!" screamed Rebecca "I CAN'T THINK!"
"Yes you can! You have to! It'll be all over if you can just remember two more things!" Peter tried his best to sound reassuring, although he didn't really think it mattered. She either would remember, or she wouldn't.
"The cold dripping down on me from the ice palace, the wet making me shiver, then all of a sudden, extreme warmth, and light!" Rebecca said, almost whispering.
"Come on Rebecca, one more, just one more! You're doing great!" Coached Peter.
"I remember the look on that fauns face as I turned him to stone!" said Rebecca coldly, recalling one of the witch's memories. Oh no! Peter thought what's going to happen now? Can she still give us one more, or is it all over? Suddenly, Peter noticed that the wolves, dwarves, dryads, and badger had all vanished from their position on the floor. "I-I remember the feeling of shelter and safety from Peter's arms as I cried," Rebecca whispered, and then fell in a heap on the floor. Immediately, the fire went out, and Peter's strength and energy with it. He fell in a pile next to her, and passed out.