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Authoresses Note: She's heeeeere! Sorry, I've been watching to many horror movies lately. But here comes witchie! Review please!
Christopher The Lost
Chapter 12
"Come on, Ed. Swords point up." Peter laughed.
Edmund huffed but immediately grinned. "En guarde!" he exclaimed, bringing down a heavy blow on Peter. Unfortunantly Peter caught the stroke, fighting back with one of his own, causing Edmund to go 'Hey!'.
"Peter! Edmund!" Mr. Beaver cried.
Edmund pulled his horse around, but the horse reared. "Woa horsey!" Edmund exclaimed.
"My name is Phillipe." the horse corrected.
"Oh... sorry."
"The witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan! She's on her way here!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed.
"That explains why I've been so cold the past hour." Edmund muttered.
"Come on." Peter sighed, urging his horse towards the camp.
The girls ran towards them, Susan now had her quiver slung across her back. Peter offered her his hand, and she mounted up behind him. Edmund was hesitant fo a moment before he reached his hand down towards Lucy.
She reached up, but as soon as her hand touched his, she gave a funny cry and pulled her hand back, as if a bee had stung her.
"What is it, Lu?" Peter asked.
"I felt it too... the witch is close." Edmund said.
"He's so cold." Lucy said. But she climbed up behind him anyway.
Once they were just outside the camp they all dismounted and ran toward Aslans tent.
Edmund froze in horror, and grew even colder as he set his eyes upon the white witch. She stood from her seat and strode towards Aslan, but her eyes were on Edmund. "You have something that belongs to me." she stated to Aslan, but her gaze was still on Edmund.
"He does not belong to you." Aslan said, head held high.
"Oh but he does. Has he not told you?" she asked, finally looking towards Aslan.
"Told us what?" Peter asked quietly.
"I have marked him as my own. He is at my will. I can make him do whatever I wish." the witch smirked.
"You cannot!" Peter snapped.
"Oh I can't? Edmund, come here." the witch said.
Edmund shook his head, eyes wide, but no matter how hard he fought against it, he came towards her.
"He is mine. And I claim him back. And as all people or creatures I mark, he must die on the Stone Table tonight, or Narnia will be overturned." the witch said.
"Why tonight?" Susan asked, finding her voice.
"Tis a full moon. It must be done on a full moon." the witch said.
"But she can't take him!" Lucy exclaimed, her eyes filled with tears.
"Yes she can. As long as it keeps you three and Nania safe." Edmund said.
"That's a good boy." the witch smirked.
He glared at her. "I didn't say I was willingly yours." he snapped.
"Forcibly, willingly, it doesn't truely matter to me." the witch said.
"But it matters to me. I shall talk with you alone." Aslan spoke up.
Edmund walked back towards his siblings as the witch walked after Aslan. As soon as she was out of sight, Edmund nearly collapsed. Luckily Peter kept him from falling. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I guess she gives me strength when she's around. I really don't know." Edmund sighed.
Most of the Narnians were staring in shock at the fact they would lose their youngest prince.
Lucy let out a small sob and hugged Edmund tightly, burying her head into his chest.
"It'll be ok, Lu." he said.
"Let's just sit down, something tells me they'll be a while." Peter sighed.
Edmund pulled Lucy down in his lap, but Peter pulled Susan off to the side.
"What are we going to do? We can't just let her take him." Susan said.
"I know." Peter sighed "But what can we do?"
"We can take him home! He'll be safe! We'll be safe! Lucy will be safe!" Susan exclaimed in a whisper.
"But what about Narnia? And the witch would just pull him back with whatever spell she has on him." he said.
"Peter, just a few hours ago, you were saying we had to go, but now when we find out Edmund's in even more danger, you want to stay! What kind of brother are you?!"
"I'm trying to think of Narnia. And I know Edmund is too! If we leave, Narnia perishes. And slowly from the sound of it."
"But what about Edmund?!"
"I... I don't know."
Susan narrowed her eyes at him and pushed him backwards before walking back towards Lucy and Edmund. He sighed and and walked behind her, his left hand gripping his sword hilt. He sat down beside Edmund and Lucy. The whole crowd was quiet, in shock. One by one the Narnians sat on the ground.
What seemed like an eternity later, the tent flaps were thrown open and the witch stepped out. The Pevensies and every Narnian were instantly on their feet. Peter, Susan, and Lucy watched in silent horror as the witch stepped toward Edmund. But Edmund himself had a calm, emotionless look on his face, the now fake facade he used for the witch. But the witch turned towards her small party not but a few feet away from Edmund.
"Edmund, come to me." Aslan said. Edmund instantly did as he was told. Peter smiled as he realized that it was by Edmunds will that he walked to Aslan.
Aslan breathed on Edmund, causing him to start slightly in shock. Aslan then turned to the crowd. "She has renounced her claim on the Son of Adam, and he is now free!" He stated joyously.
Loud cheers went up throughout the crowd and Lucy squeeled with delight, running towards Edmund and throwing her arms around his middle. "Your warm! Your warm!" she exclaimed.
He laughed and spun her around. "Yes I am! Thank you Aslan!" he exclaimed.
Aslan chuckled and licked Edmunds forehead, a warm Lions kiss. "You are most welcome, my son." He smiled.
Edmunds smile couldn't have been wider.
And as the witch walked away, she heard cheers of 'Our King is free! Our King is Free!' and from the victorious look on Aslans face, she was beginning to regret her deal.
But as she looked away, she smirked to herself. "Tonight shall be the night I win." she said aloud.