Warning: This dream is a bit violent. Not too bad, but enough that I felt I should warn people.
Prompt: Write a dream one of the characters has. (Not a daydream, one while sleeping.)
Susan shot her last arrow toward the witch attacking her brothers. It missed by a hair. Susan watched helplessly as the Witch advanced on her defenseless brothers. She ran forward. She had to do something - anything - to stop her from… it was too horrible to think about.
As she ran she stumbled over something hidden in the grass. Her horn! She grabbed it and blew a long note. Nothing happened and the Witch rushed Peter. Susan blew again, watching horrified as the Witch killed her brother.
She kept blowing, again and again, but nothing happened as the Witch moved towards her younger brother. Susan screamed for help and blew on the horn but no one came. She looked down at her horn and saw it wasn't her horn after all, but one made of the Witch's ice. She stared up at the Witch, horror-struck. The Witch's sickening sneer stuck in her mind as the Witch plunged her broken wand into Edmund and -
Susan bolted upright, panting and covered in sweat. As she came fully awake she glanced around her room. It was so big and empty. Too empty, especially after that dream. She shuddered.
She slipped out from beneath the sheets and walked down the hall to Peter's room. Peeking inside, she expected to see his form on the bed, perhaps sprawled out, his steady breathing filling the room, but it was silent. Susan's breath caught in her throat as the scene from her dream came back to her. Who was to say this wasn't another cruel trick of her mind? Who was to say that she wasn't going to see the Witch come around the corner any minute?
Forcing down panic, forcing herself to think, she went down the hall to Edmund's room. He had to be there. She pushed the door open and couldn't help smiling. Edmund's snores filled the room and Peter's arm lay draped over Edmund as if he'd been sitting up and then fallen over as he slept. She walked over to the bed and ran her fingers through Edmund's hair, then touched Peter's shoulder. This was what was real. Not a dream. The Witch was dead, her brothers were not.
She shut the door and went back to her room, not wanting to disturb them. To her surprise, her door stood open, though she had shut it after exiting. Inside stood Lucy, her nightgown pale against the shadowy room. Lucy's face filled with relief as Susan entered.
"Lucy," Susan said. "What is it?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "You'll catch a cold, just standing there. Come into bed." She slid under the covers and Lucy came after. There was silence for a moment. "Bad dream?" Susan asked finally. Lucy nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Lucy shook her head. "I'm alright now. Where were you?"
"Edmund's room. Peter's sleeping there again."
Lucy nodded and closed her eyes. "Thanks for letting me stay here."
"You're welcome," Susan replied, smiling at her sister. "I need someone to be with too."
"Good night," Lucy said, snuggling closer to her sister. She was soon asleep and Susan quickly joined her. There were no more dreams and morning found the sisters' arms entwined around each other.