Adventures in Narnia

Ch. 12 Second Battle

"Come on, Peter, catch me!" Virginia let out a hyper laugh and ran trough the garden, Peter following.

"Impertinence is not appreciated in the land of Narnia, Ginny, you should know this by now!" Peter gasped, they had been chasing each other for so long Peter felt like he was dying. It wasn't any wonder that Virginia was on the school's track team.

Virginia saw Peter's exhaustion, and stopped running. Peter hobbled over, gasped, and grabbed Virginia by the elbows to keep himself from falling over. Virginia held him up by the elbows.

"Tired, King Peter the Magnificent?" she sniggered.

"I'll –gasp- get you –gasp- for that, Lady Virginia the spunky."

Virginia laughed, "I'd like to see you try."

"Hmm…" Peter smiled, "spunky and magnificent, what a pair!"

"We're made for each other," Virginia said softly.

Peter smiled bashfully, "so I've noticed."

Virginia leaned in through the gap between their arms and kissed him. They barely started kissing when a scream issued behind them. They broke apart, and saw Susan standing behind them.

"Susan," Peter murmured.

"How long has this…?" Susan stammered.

"2 months," Peter blushed a bit.

"Why didn't you tell me!" Susan nearly screamed.

"We were going to…" Virginia muttered.

"Why didn't you immediately, Virginia! We're friends! And I was the first to hear that you loved him! Remember, way back in second grade?"

Virginia nodded, "I'm so sorry, Susan. I wanted to, but Peter wanted to keep it quiet for a bit."

Susan just shook her head a little, "Its fine, I guess, I'm just surprised. However… I wish to congratulate you. Peter, Virginia's loved you since you guys became friends way back on her 8th birthday. Took you long enough," Susan smirked.

Peter blushed, but pulled Virginia in closer to him.

"I hope you aren't left heartbroken after the battle," Susan said sorrowfully.

Virginia nodded, "I've been crying more and more as the battle comes closer and closer."

Susan shook her head mournfully again, "Peter, try to survive- she's head over heels in love with you."

Peter stroked Virginia's hair.

"I will survive."

Peter stood at the head of the troops, saddled on his horse, next to Orieus and Aslan. Edmund was going to lead the second set of troops afterwards, so he was in the back. Ronald was helping him, anxious in the back as well. Up high on the rocks; Susan, Virginia, and Lucy were directing the birds and archers. (If you are wondering where Sarah is, she's resting anxiously in her bed.)

Peter, too, was anxious, staring at the White Witch clone, who acted exactly like her counterpart (of sorts.) She had all the enemies of True Narnia out of Jail, and hundreds of rebels from the North. In truth, it was a formidable army.

Suddenly, a piece of paper in the form of an airplane landed on his head. Opening it, Peter found a note from Virginia.

Peter-love,

Don't fret. We're going to win this thing, I promise you.

Love forever,

Ginny

Peter smiled, folded up the note, and kissed it before tucking it away into his pocket. The note gave him strength, certainly. Aslan and Orieus nodded at him. Closing his eyes tightly, Peter raised his sword in the air.

"FOR NARNIA!" he shrieked, and started charging. So did the Witch, figuring they were safe from the birds.

Boy was she wrong. Immediately after the witch began her countercharge, Peter sent out the birds for the aerial attack, and stopped his charge, completely surprising the witch's troops.

The birds did their job well as much of the witch's army was killed in their shock. And then Peter resumed his charge, surprising the witch's troops even more. He first collided with an over-large Minotaur, and immediately stabbed him in the gut. It let out a last cry of anguish and fell to the ground. Peter continued charging, weaving his way through countless collisions, attempting to get to the Clone Witch and end the battle early.

"PETER!" someone screamed from behind him. Turning around to see who said it, Peter saw a sneak attack on him. Killing the attacker, Peter remembered who the voice belonged to.

Yeah Virginia! God Gin, I love you. Peter used this to his strength and fought his way even further towards the witch.

Edmund charged his sword into the gut into the gut of a Gnome, cut off the ankles of an ankle-slicer, and stared around him.

Bodies fell wherever he looked. It made him shiver. He preferred diplomacy and politics to war. Edmund stared longingly in the direction of Cair Paravel.

Cair Paravel. Where Sarah was resting, and apparently anxiously for him. After Sarah kissed Edmund, they revealed to each other what they had been holding inside themselves for so long, how they loved each other deeply. Since then, they had kissed more, but they still just enjoyed each other's company. And arms, for that matter. Somehow Edmund had matured faster in Narnia than he would have in England. He had matured so much he was willing to let himself be totally in love.

He quickly came out of his daydream. What good would love be to him if he died? What good to Sarah would love be if the object of affection was dead, and unable to love back? No, he would survive.

Charging and killing, charging and killing.

Just the things he hated.

Susan was looking out over the top of the mountain. She saw the chaos circling it, the lives being destroyed, death and calamity. It sickened her, but she had a duty as Queen to help out.

She wished she could throw it all away, but she knew she couldn't. She knew it well. Lord, why couldn't she just grow up and not be bothered by this sort of thing?

Suddenly, screams issued from the person who stood next to Susan. She turned to see who it was screaming, and it was both Lucy and Virginia wailing and pointing. Susan looked, and screamed herself.

"PETER! WATCH OUT!" Susan screamed. Peter was battling; he was in a vicious confrontation, really; with a humongous Minotaur, it was probably 10 or more feet tall, and an ankle-slicer was nipping at his heels. However, this wasn't his problem; the White Witch herself was walking over, a deadly look on her face.

Susan began stringing her bow and shooting frantically at the clone witch. Lucy was calling hysterically at Peter (and for Aslan, too.) Virginia, however, jumped down from the rock

"GINNY! NO!" Susan screamed while still recklessly shooting.

Virginia didn't hear her call. Running and extending from behind her a hidden sword, she charged at the Minotaur that was distracting Peter from the witch.

Peter stared at Virginia as she approached, " Virginia, what the (word not able to say here) are you doing?"

"The Witch is after you! Go kill her and end this bloodbath, I'll take over the Minotaur, just go!" she screamed.

Peter took her word and charged at the unsuspecting Witch. They began battling violently.

Edmund jumped down and helped Virginia kill the looming Minotaur, and all the ongoing battles seemed to stop and watch the Witch and Peter.

Clang! Clash! Sword against sword, attack and attack. Everyone wondered where Aslan was, why couldn't he come help Peter?

Virginia was the only one who didn't think that once. Her mind was filled with worry, despair, and heartbreak. She wanted to go run, pull the witch off of Peter, and take him away. Oh, God, don't take my love away so soon, for the love of Aslan!

Just as Peter delivered the final blow that killed the Witch, the Witch managed to knock Peter heavily to the ground.

He didn't get up.

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