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A/N: Hey hello mes amis! How much I love you all! Yup here it is drumroll MY NEW CHAPTER! LALALA lol. I quite like this chapter and there is some stuff from the book in it. SERIOUSLY I DON'T OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH NARNIA. It's like a filler but stuff happens in it, if that makes sense. Anyway read and review my lovlies :)

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The Daughter of the Witch

Chapter 3: First Encounters and Night Adventures

"That, O man," said Aslan, "is Cair Paravel of the four thrones, in one of which you must sit as King. I show it to you because you are the first born and you will be High King over all the rest."

And once more Peter said nothing, for at that moment a great cheering was heard. He turned and saw a group of centaurs guiding a girl, about Susans's age, up towards them. She was nothing like any human Peter had ever seen. She was as pale as a ghost and her large green eyes shone out from beneath her white blonde, waist-length hair. Her tall, slender body was knelt down before Aslan. She looked, hatred etched in every detail of her face. She tried to say something through her gag but it was muted. The centaur closest to her looked into Aslan's strong, sombre face.

"Mighty Aslan, she claims to be Mary, the daughter of the Witch!"

Aslan smirked at her as her gag was taken off.

"daughter of the Queen, if you don't mind!" she gave the centaur a disgusted look "So, mighty Aslan," she mocked "Why have your minions bound and tied me? Why am I here? What have i done wrong?"

"it is not what you have done, you are here because of what you will do."

"so, you are telling me I will be punished for an undisclosed reason- sorry – something that will happen and I know nothing of..."

"you will understand soon enough. Peter, take the girl to the centre tent. My fellow centaurs, you must guard her tent at all times. Peter and myself will be the only ones allowed in her domain!"

Mary started to protest as all teenagers do. Peter walked down to her and took her upper arm to guide her. She recoiled at his touch.

"Watch my wound! You fool!" she spat as crimson blood seeped through her white sleeve. Peter wasn't best pleased and took her forearm and dragged her to her tent despite her shrill arguments. He took her in and untied her bonds.

"Where did the cut come from?"

"since when was that your business?"

She smiled sweetly at Peter. He turned his back on her and strode out the tent, back to Aslan. He was about to moan about Mary when he heard Susan's horn.

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Mary was never one to be told what to do by anyone except her mother. She was in a foul mood. Her cloak was in a disgusting mess with mud at the hem and blood on the sleeve, her arm had stopped bleeding but there was no chance of her using magic on them with one good arm. She thought nothing could get worse. Unfortunately by thinking so, fate will provide an unwanted answer. A mighty yelp reached her ears and she heard the centaurs being called on. As her guards galloped off, she crept from her quarters and was getting ready to run when she heard Aslan.

"...he will be going back to his mistress. Now is your chance to find the witch and rescue the fourth son of Adam!"

As the horde galloped off into the woods, Mary ran to where Aslan's voice had situated. She seen the humans gathered round something and Aslan was speaking to Peter. She froze when Susan moved to reveal a great wolf lying in a pool of blood. In Peter's hand was the sword.

"you... you evil... YOU KILLED HIM!" she shrieked running to the fallen beast "MAUGRIM! MAUGRIM! My only friend, my only loyal friend. Why? WHY?"

"if something were to attack your sibling, would you nit kill it?" he said defiantly.

"Indeed, I would!" she whispered. She leapt for him and curled her long, thin fingers around his neck screaming " He was as good as a brother! MY BROTHER!"

She looked into Peter's brown eyes and through his tears saw fear. Cold, hard fear. The same Tumnus had when he was brought to her mother. She loosened her grip and fell onto Maugrim's bloody corpse. She screamed and wailed as if something she needed to survive the cruel world had been torn from her oh-so-tight grasp. Oreius picked her up and took her to her tent.

Peter watched her whilst his sister's held him close. He realised that her eyes had softened the second she let him breathe. He hoped it wasn't pity that refrained her from killing him.

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Peter sat at the top of the hill, staring down at her tent. He had great purple bruises around his neck. He felt he should apologise (because his guilt was bearing him down) but Susan had certainly voiced her feelings about that. He glanced down at her tent and got up to return to his tent when he heard Mary scream that she was not hungry. He heaved a sigh

"blood may be thicker than water Susan but if an apology eases someone's pain then viscosity is not going to stop me from being sorry!"

He said to an imaginary Susan and he lumbered down the hill and went into Mary's tent. She was sitting at her desk scribbling furiously. He strained his eyes to see what she was writing. Aware of the shadow across her page, she slowly looked up at him. They stared at each other, their eyes boring into each others as if trying to read their thoughts. Eventually Mary broke the silence.

"can I help you?" she murmured.

"I was hoping an apology would help you."

She turned round in her chair and studied him through slightly narrowed eyes. He stood, deadly still, terrified. She indicated a chair and he tentatively walked to it. They resumed their silence and stayed like that for many minutes, never losing eye-contact. In the distance they heard a wolf howl into the deepening night. Her lip quivered and she broke the eye-contact to look at the floor. She sighed and Peter seen the single tear that fell onto her clean, silk dress.

"Mary, please, I'm sorry but what could I do? He was trying to kill my sister-"

"I know" she whispered cutting him off " but he was my friend and now I have no one."

"but you have your mother!"

"JADIS? she is no friend of mine."

They lapsed into silence once more. Mary went back to writing and Peter left her alone. She folded up a bit of paper and put it in her cloak. She put out her candles and went to ask the guards to deliver her letter. She peered out of her tent and realised that the whole surrounding was empty. This was her chance. She ran into the forest and made sure the coast was clear. Once assured of this, she bolted off into the still, moonlit night.

A/N: hey! next chapter is gonna be good! I promise some flirting and stuff soon lol. Anyway everyone review PLEASE because I wanna know if you liked it! luv ya xxxxxxxxxx