Chapter 9: Aslan's Army
" Edmund!" Lucy squealed as their drenched brother came up to them. Like them his hair was completely matted to his head with water and sand and so were his clothes, though the difference between them was that Edmund was wearing a frown on his face. Peter said nothing as he approached the group.
He looked down at his wet socks in a loss for words. He truly did feel sorry that he had told the witch about Aslan's army.
" What happened to you?" Susan asked after an unpleasant moment of silence.
" I told her… about Aslan's army and I got Mr. Tumnus and that fox killed." Edmund stated with grief. Lucy looked extremely sad at the news and began to cry.
" We forgive you though." Said Peter after a while. " Just, don't go running off again."
Everyone smiled at this even Lucy though she grieved over Tumnus for at least half a mile's walking.
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An hour later the children came to the foot of what would be considered a small mountain. On top of it they could just see a stone structure. It was the stone table. Anyways in front of them was a huge village of tents. They were all bright red and yellow with painted lions, in front of them stood the army. It was made up of hundreds, maybe thousands of centaurs, fauns, little men that looked like fauns but were entirely goat like, a few leopards, rhinoceroses, and griffins. They started at the children and the beavers as they entered the camp, but they gave them a huge berth.
At the very back of the camp was a huge tent. Peter walked up to the centaur by it and the others followed. He bowed to the creature.
" We have come to see Aslan." Peter said. The centaur nodded in understanding and bowed in the direction of the tent. Everyone behind the children did to as well as the beavers. Out of the tent stepped the biggest, and only, lion they had ever seen. He roared in the air and the army cheered.
" Welcome sons of Adam, and daughters of Eve." He said in a deep voice.
" Aslan, we have come to help you." Peter said.
" I see, however from the word I was sent I was not expecting to see your brother with you." Aslan said looking at Edmund.
" He was captured by the witch." Peter explained.
" And I told her about you." Edmund said looking down sadly.
" I expected as much." Aslan said calmly.
" He betrayed them!" The centaur by him yelled.
" Silence." Aslan said. " He is pardoned. Come children, we must finalize out battle plans and we'll teach you how to use those weapons."
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The four Pevensies, the beavers, and Aslan burst out of his tent at the sound of a horn. Into their camp strode a tall woman, a disk like weapon thatched to her right side and a sword to the other. She had long flowing black hair and she wore a dark red outfit with a matching hat that symbol printed coins came down in golden braids. She was flanked by four huge minatours. She was Xena. In rage Edmund drew the sword he was given and hurled it at her.
His throw was far off and though it would not have hit her she hurled her Chakram into it and it broke in half. She caught it with a grin on her face as the sword fragments fell to the ground. Her point was clearly made as a few of the troops in Aslan's army looked at her nervously. Aslan however seemed unmoved.
" A first impression by the show of force is not a welcome one. Who are you woman?" Aslan asked.
" The name's Xena. I come with a message from the queen of Narnia." Xena said. Aslan roared angrily at her name.
" Do not speak of her in my presence or my army will tear you apart."
" Hmpf." Xena grunted. " I have crucified armies bigger than this."
" There are no armies that big in Narnia." Muttered one of the goat faced men.
" I'm not from Narnia." Xena snapped.
" That does not surprise me." Aslan said " You are far to savage."
" The words of some overgrow cat mean nothing to me." Xena snapped. " I have come here with a message."
" State it and leave." Aslan said.
" You have a traitor standing beside you, Aslan." Xena said.
" His offense was not against you or you queen."
" No but as the queen told me any traitor belongs to her."
" I do not think so." Aslan growled.
" The deep power…"
" Deep magic!" Aslan yelled.
" Yeah, the deep magic states that the blood of the traitor belongs to the white witch. He has to die on the stone pillar!"
" Table!" Aslan corrected angrily. " And do not recite the deep magic to me. I was there when it was written!"
" Glory halleluiah!" Xena said sarcastically. " Now give me the boy."
" Never."
" Then all of Narnia parishes in fire and snow!"
" Water!"
" Whatever, the point is you will lose Aslan. Narnia is jinxed!"
" Cursed! You idiotic woman, get out of here!"
Xena curled her lip angrily pulled a dagger and threw it at a high flying flag witch fell off its post.
" And your army will follow you." Xena said and she strode out with the four ugly minatours.