Chapter 12
Aslan's Warning
The two froze in their tracks at the sight of the wolves. They had now encircled them.
"Who are you?" asked Wolgen.
"I'm your Majesty Queen Susan the Gentle of Narnia, Empress of the Lone Islands, Lady of Cair Paravel, and Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion." said Susan, confidently.
"Ah, the last piece to the Pevensie collection, I see." said Wolgen.
"I demand you take me to the Wizard Darkaan at once and release my family."
"Fat chance," said a female wolf.
"What ever shall we do with them, dear wolves?" asked Wolgen.
"Lets eat 'em. Or feed 'em to the crocs in the swamps." said a third wolf.
"To easy." said the female wolf. "How about we take her to the Wizard himself? I'm sure he'll love to see her."
"So true!" said the fourth and fifth male wolves.
"Walk, your Majesty!" laughed Wolgen.
There were two wolves behind her. The female and third wolf on her left and right, and Wolgen in front. Paravatia was walking next to Susan, looking from each wolf to the next. She decided that it was time to use Magic. So, she decided to pick into Susan's mind.
"Queen," came the Elf's inner mind.
"Para?" said Susan's inner mind.
"Yes," answered Paravatia.
"What is it? What ever shall we do?" said Susan, quickly.
"You must strike down their leader." said Paravatia.
"I can't even grab an arrow without the female wolf, taking off my hand. Can't you use Magic?"
"I can't! I situtation doesn't demand it!"
"But, entering my thoughts does?"
"Yes!"
"Para!"
"Majesty!"
"I AM YOUR ROYAL ANCIENT QUEEN AND YOU SHALL USE MAGIC TO STRIKE DOWN OUR DEADLY FOES, IMMEDIATELY!" roared Susan's inner mind.
Paravatia couldn't fight against the law of a Queen's voice, no matter what the written law said. She snapped her fingers and five arrows rose out of Susan's quiver. Then with lightnining speed struck all five wolves dead.
"You did it!" said Susan. Or so she thought.
At that moment all five wolves rose up and turned into human beings. They wore wolf fur for clothes and had short sharp wolf claws.
"Thanks," said Wolgen, stepping forward Susan and striking her in the face, leaving a thin scratch across her right cheek. He licked the blood off his claw. "Hmm, blood of a Queen. Tasty."
"I wanna taste!" said the fifth wolf.
"Me too!" said the third.
"Then, let us feast upon the Queen." said Wolgen. "Darkaan wouldn't mind us eating this one. He already has the set."
"No!" screamed Susan. "In the name of Aslan help!"
A roar that goes above all roars echoed through the land of Devast. Everyone of the wolves felt its power and ran on all fours through the forest and out of sight (Its kind of a funny sight to see grown men and a grown woman, run on all fours). The roar continued. It was as though a new shed of hope awoke inside of Susan. She knew it at once to be Aslan. She had called for him and he came to her. This meant to Susan, that Aslan hadn't truly given up on her and that she wasn't being punished for turning her back on Narnia (no matter how bad that may seem in writting). The roar never left Susan. It continued through her entire journey to the very end. The roar, to Susan, was a sign of courage within herself, but to anyone else who heard its wrath was a warning to not approach Susan, or face sudden death at her hands.