Adventures in Narnia

Ch. 6 A Time of Terror

Lucy and Edmund rode back as fast as they could, back to Cair Paravel. They knew that, however shocked they might be, they had to get there to warn Peter and Susan. Their horses, which had been so spooked before, were grateful to get away, and cooperated by running like the wind.

Galloping towards the castle of the four thrones, Lucy and Edmund both were crying out to the people the passed.

"THE WITCH IS BACK! THE WITCH IS BACK!" they cried. Those who heard dared not doubt the word of their new rulers, especially when they seemed upset enough for this to be true. All those who heard began to panic.

Lucy and Edmund, since they were going so fast, reached the castle soon. They dismounted and told their horses to go into the stables themselves, for Lucy and Edmund were in a hurry. They ran, quite literally ran, up the marble steps to the great hall, where one of them would surely be.

"PETER! SUSAN! PETER! SUSAN!" they both cried as they ran into the hall. Peter looked up from his business- seemed that he was in the middle of a military conference with Orieus.

"What is it now, Lucy? Edmund, THERE you are, we've been looking all over for you! We're having a military conference, you know, and you're very late from your ride…"

"We have horrible, terrible news!" Lucy cried.

"You might want to sit down," Edmund notified him.

"What is this news you speak of?" Orieus demanded.

"Well, Lucy and I were out for our ride, you know, and we rode past the clearing just north of Beaversdam, and we saw a horrible sight. All around the clearing there were all the evil beasts: the Minotaurs, the wolves, the ankle-slicers, the goblins, the trolls… all chanting around a cauldron. Near the bubbling cauldron there was a dwarf, Wikkabrik was his name, and a giant, and I think his name was Bombu."

"Then, the cauldron began to grow silent, until it bubbled up even more ferociously," Lucy continued, " and out of the cauldron came… o-o-oh, its too horrible…"

"A clone, of sorts, a copy, of Jadis," Edmund said softly, "she and her new army are planning to lay low for a bit, and then commit acts of terrorism, then attack Narnia. We just figured that you should know."

Peter's face was very white, "We can not defeat this new Witch until Aslan comes back! What are we to do?"

"Plan resistance. We must rally everyone, and begin to watch the wild edges of the country. After all, terrorism is easier where the trees are there to cover you," Orieus said wisely, "but the one thing we must not do is panic. We must remain calm, and notify the people immediately. If terrorism does ensue, we shall remain calm and plan more resistance. Narnia will live through this, your Majesties."

"Of course," Peter nodded gravely, "Notify everyone. Notify Susan, Virginia, Ronald; notify Maki-the-griffin, and Mr. Tumnus. Notify Zelk-the-fox, and Mr. and Mrs. Beaver. We must get everyone on the case," Orieus and Edmund set out then.

"Lucy," Peter turned to Lucy, "You're friendly with the fauns. Go up to the north and warn them- there are huge communities of them up there."

Lucy nodded and ran up to her room to pack.

And Peter, in all his worry, sat down in his throne, and thought.

Bombu and the Minotaur, named Roringback, were down in the south, along the boarder of Archenland and Narnia. Both laughing rather evilly, they began to set up a wicked mudslide.

They went to a nearby marshland and gathered as much mud as they could. They knew that they didn't need very much to cause a lot of pain. They had just enough at the top of the hill, when they realized that they needed people to terrorize and the bottom of the hill.

This wasn't a problem. Bombu dressed up as a nice giant once more, and gathered everyone to the bottom of the hill for a meeting.

"Good friends of Aslan!" he began.

Wow, he's laying it on rather thick, Roringback thought to himself, Good job.

"We must now rally together! We are all in danger here, from the new witch's terrorists! What are we to do, you say? We are to save ourselves! Begin to stow away!" Bombu began to climb up the mudslide, but this was a mistake. Underneath his great weight, the entire pile of mud began to slide down the hill.

Everyone screamed, even Bombu. Roringback ran away then, not wanting to be held responsible.

Everyone was immediately covered in mud and gunk, screaming for their lives as they were killed. Bombu was among them.

"King Peter! King Peter!" a satyr came running up to him a few days after the mudslide.

"Yes, Baakalum?" he asked, impatient.

"There was a huge mudslide down in the borderline! Huge! 150 citizens were reported missing!"

Peter's face turned white as he stormed out of the castle with Baakalum, "who were among them?"

"Mostly fauns, but there were some satyrs and a giant named Bombu," he said breathlessly, "and there were some dryads there too."

Peter growled, "Bombu is on the witch's side. He must have done this as a suicide mudslide."

"Good Aslan," Baakalum muttered.

Susan watched, worried, as the two left.

What is happening to Narnia? What is happening to my siblings? This is a time of complete terror- the witch is back! I must do something- but Peter isn't letting me or Virginia do anything. It's rather bothersome. Lucy got to do something- she's in the north, warning everyone! Yes, I definitely want to do something- and Virginia probably does too.

I know! We'll do something to raise the moral of everyone- how about a dance? Yes, that would certainly raise moral- and maybe even cause some sparks among us. Yes, this is definitely the best idea. I'll go tell Virginia right now! And Susan ran off in the direction of Virginia's quarters, hoping that, even in this time of terror, they could raise the spirits of the Narnian people.

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