Author: Hey guys! So very sorry for the lobg delay, I had so much going on, and I had trouble starting this chapter. It's really long, so sorry if you get bored, and I hope you like it cause it's not by best!. lol. Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I only own the plotline. Plus, I forgot to mention eariler, that this story takes place almost a year after the witch was deafeated the last time (and the end of the movie). So, enjoy and please remember to review!. Thanks.
Peter found himself in a massive blood bath between good and evil. The White Witch's monsters were all around him , his very own army fighting them off as best they could. Even some of the monsters kept coming at him, but with a few swings of his sword, they were gone, that is until the next one quickly replaced it.
Through the bloody sea of the two armies, Peter had lost all traces of Edmund, Lucy, Tumnus, not even Orieus, they had all disappeared once the two armies merged into the bloody battle before him. However, he also couldn't see any signs of the White Witch or Susan. As he continued to watch the battle rage on, he begun to think that the witch had no intention of using the lost queen after all, at least that's what he'd hoped.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted as he heard a battle cry from his left. He turned upon his horse just in time to see a Bull monster suddenly swing his axe at him. Peter ducked and swung his own sword at the beast, and the two begun their battle, both intent on killing the other. However, the beast suddenly overpowered Peter and the Magnificent King was suddenly knocked off his unicorn
Peter still had no time to recover, for he was immediately attacked once more by the beast, and the battle became that much more brutal then before. The Bull monster came with attack after attack and with some broken limbs from the fall off his unicorn Peter could hardly deafened himself. "You will finally die by my hand, Son of Adam" it growled at Peter, pushing it's axe harder against Peter sword. "And Narnia will once more be ours!".
Some where's else across the battle field, Edmund had found himself battling a group of the White Witch's army all at once. Surrounding the Just King was a bunch of goblins, hags and wolves. Edmund kept on tight hold on Phillip as he swung his sword, slashing at the opposing beasts. Phillip raising himself up onto his back feet and then coming down hard upon the witch's monsters, squishing them under his huge hooves.
Like Peter, he too found himself separated from his family and Aslan, Tumnus and the White Witch. As Edmund finished off another of the witch's monsters, he tried too see above the crowd for someone familiar. However, he had no time for another monster suddenly blocked his view, swinging at him, and almost knocking him off Phillip. Edmund steadied himself and took one huge swing of his sword, cutting off the head of a
Hag, and his vision once more cleared.
However, many goblins and more hags were thrashing their sharp claws and weapons at Philip causing him to suddenly thrash about himself. Edmund tried the best he could to try and calm his horse friend, while also trying to be rid of the monsters trying to kill them. "Phillip, it's too dangerous for you here now!" he said, trying to console the horse after be-heading another one of the monsters. "But I cannot leave you here alone, your majesty!" the horse tried to reason, once more stomping the ground with his large hooves, however, only managing to frighten a goblin momentarily.
Edmund gave a smile before fighting off another hag. "You're a true friend, Phillip" he said, however, momentarily distracted as he was hit once more in the upper arm. Looking down, he could see a cut already starting to bleed where his sleeve used to cover his arm.
Anger now boiled in him as he fought fiercer with the goblin until it finally went down with a sickening cry. "But I don't want you to get hurt. Now, please go farther up the plains, at least past the rocks!" Edmund ordered, kicking one hag in the head that came to close.
Quickly, Edmund cleared a space for him to hop down, slashing at the goblins and hags that came to close. In the distance, he could see at least two wolves running down the plain, possibly towards them. With a small space cleared, and one more hag dead, Edmund jumped down from Phillip, bearing his sword in front of him, he swallowed nervously, now face to face with his enemies. Feeling a weight off his back, Phillip turned to now see his master on the ground. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" he asked,
Fearing for the Just king as he started to fight off more of the monsters, but looking like he was having a difficult time.
"Yes, I'll be fine!" Edmund said through the struggle. One hag started to claw at him, and a goblin came at him with a knife. Blocking the knife and full of fury, Edmund spun around quickly, taking both the hag and the goblin at the same time. However, now he could see the two wolves approaching fast. "I need to find Peter, Lucy and Tumnus. But I'll be fine. You get yourself to safety" Edmund ordered, as he found himself in another heated battle with a goblin. Phillip decided to do as he's told, but before he left, he came up and stomped on the goblin that Edmund was currently battling.
"Thanks!" Edmund said, smiling at Phillip, but then gesturing towards the rocky hills. As he watched his companion go, Edmund felt a rusty knife once more cut through him from an angle, and turning back furiously, he killed the monster, plus badly injured two more.
Not far away, Lucy and Tumnus were also trying to make their way through the crowded plains were many around them have fallen.
Some, Tumnus found surprising, to have fallen by Lucy's very own hand. The youngest Pevensie came raging down the hill, perched atop her faun friend's back, and slashing at the monsters that went by them with her trusty dagger. As they made their way across the plains however, Lucy was thrown from Tumnus's back, and separated only a few meters apart. Quickly picking herself up from the ground, dagger once more held tightly in her grip, Lucy's eyes went wide as she was suddenly found herself facing two goblins and at least three wolves.
"Your all alone now, little queen!" one of the wolves growled, he began to circle her as the other four approached her. "No one to save you now!" another one growled. Lucy just stood her ground, trying to keep an eye on all her opponents, especially the one in the back. Thinking quickly, she knew what the wolf from behind's plan was and quickly mentally prepared herself. Suddenly, she heard a growl from behind her, and on instinct she ducked.
As she thought, the wolf from behind would jump at her, hopefully knocking her down and the others would join in and finish her off. However, because she ducked, the wolf that was behind her suddenly collided with the other two goblins in front of her. The goblins, so unprepared for this, held up their arms in protection, forgetting about their daggers, and once the wolf collided with them, were killed instantly by the daggers.
Lucy slowly arose from where she had ducked, and stared in surprise at the dead wolf now lying dead atop the goblins. Seeing their dead companion, the other two wolves growled fiercely at her, and advanced quickly, the goblins quickly arose as well, flinging the dead body off them. "You'll pay, you witch!" said one of the wolves, and suddenly lunged at her, bearing its great claws and teeth. Quickly dodging it, Lucy cut into its flesh with her dagger as it went past her. However, she was so distracted by the wolf that just attacked, she had no time to re act to the other wolf.
The second wolf also jumped at her, but as Lucy turned to face it, it had already sunk it's teeth into Lucy's arm. In surprise and pain, Lucy let out a yelp, her hand instantly releasing the dagger and it dropped to the grass. Tears came to Lucy's eyes and she forgot all but the searing pain in her arm. "Lucy Pevensie!" a sudden cry rang through the air towards her. Opening her tear filled eyes, she noticed a goblin running at her with his own weapon. She had to think quickly.
She was too far to reach her dagger now, and with the wolf biting into her flesh, she possibly couldn't even hold it. She had another idea!. Once the goblin was close enough, Lucy have it a good kick in the chest, causing it to suddenly be thrown a great length backwards and also loosing it's weapon as well, joining Lucy's dagger on the grass. She had no time to rejoice however, because the first wolf suddenly came at her. Thinking of the same idea, Lucy kicked the wolf, this time in the face, also sending it backwards.
"Lucy Pevensie!" the voice came to her again, she turned to where the voice was coming from. In the distance, she could barely see Tumnus, struggling in the middle of a group of monsters, constantly attacking him. Tumnus tried his best to push them away, kick them, punch them as Lucy had just tried, but he every time he knocked one opponent back, another would come. The faun now had scratches and bite marks all over. He tried to call once more for Lucy but was overcrowded once more.
Seeing her faun friend suddenly disappear through the crowd, Lucy tried calling out to him instead. She was so distracted by trying to help out her friend, she was surprised when she suddenly found herself landing on the ground, on her stomach. The first wolf had attacked her from behind, the second one now let go from her arm as she was pinned.
Seeing their enemy down, the goblins and the wolves now multiply attacked her. Lucy cried out in pain as she was bitten and cut all over.
Suddenly, a loud roar rang through the sky, and Aslan, the great lion, was seen tearing down the plains towards where Lucy was pinned, being brutally attacked. The monsters that attacked her now, shrieked in surprise as they suddenly found themselves thrown off the Valiant Queen. They all turned once more to see Aslan now standing over the badly beaten Lucy. "You dare hurt her, you'll answer to me!" Aslan growled, and without warning, he leapt towards them, swiping at them with his large claws and in a few moments, the monsters were dead.
Seeing his task done, Aslan went back over to Lucy to see if she was alright. "Thank you, Aslan!. You saved me!" she said weakly. Aslan smiled at her, and helped her onto his back. "We have to help Tumnus. Hold on tight!" Aslan advised Lucy before he suddenly leaped forwards once more to the place where Tumnus was surrounded, knocking the monsters away and then killing them on the spot. Once they were dead, Lucy hopped down from Aslan and made her way to the faun. Seeing his many cuts and scares, Lucy felt sorry for the faun. "I'm alright, Lucy!" he tried to assure her.
Aslan slowly walked up to where Lucy and Tumnus lay beaten, and slowly began to breath on their wounds. Lucy and Tumnus looked up in surprise as some of the more severe looking wounds healed, while some of the cuts stopped bleeding, and the scares lost some color. "The rest is up to your cordial. At least you'll survive the rest of the battle" said Aslan. Lucy and Tumnus smiled happily at him. But the moment was suddenly broken as a horn way off into the distance was suddenly heard.
Edmund, finally killing another enemy with a hard swipe of his sword, suddenly looked up as he too heard the horn in the distance. Peter, quickly dodging the Bull Monster's axe as it came down upon him, and then kicking the Bull Monster to the ground and with a few harsh swipes and slashes, Peter had decapitated it. Breathing heavily, he also looked up, hearing the horn coming from where he'd seen the White Witch standing. All stopped to stare where still, the White Witch stood, this time, a figure stood atop the rocky hill with her.
Once more, the horn was blown, and all that remained of both armies watched as The notorious White Witch, the figure, and a few of her army that stayed behind with her, now marched down the plains, towards them. "Peter!" a call from behind him suddenly rang through the air, and Peter turned to see Lucy and Tumnus riding down the hill towards them, on none other than Aslan. Hearing the call as well, Edmund turned to see Peter not too far away from him. Lucy quickly got off of Aslan, as he stopped, and hurried to hug Peter, who was grateful. "Are you alright, Lucy?" he asked, looking at all the damage done to his little sister.
"I'm fine!" she said happily, hugging him once more. Peter nodded happily to Aslan and Tumnus, before hearing his name once more. Peter turned to his right, now to see Edmund running towards him. As his little brother stopped before him, Peter looked over Edmund as well. "I'm fine Peter." He said, giving them all a smile before turning once more to watch the White Witch approach with the rest of her army. As the family, Tumnus and Aslan watched on, the remains of Peter's army, also joined them, once more preparing for the fight ahead.
Aslan narrowed his golden eyes on the White Witch, The Pevensies and Tumnus kept their fearful gazes on the figure at the witch's side. Lucy grasped onto Peter's sleeve, in which the eldest Pevensie wrapped an protective arm around her shoulders, to comfort her. "Do you think its Susan?" Lucy asked quietly, fearful of the answer as she felt Peter rub her shoulder. "I don't know" was Peter's only answer. Edmund tightened his grip on his sword, ignoring the burning cuts all over his body. Tumnus stood by, waiting for any assistance.
The rest of Peter's army stayed quiet, as they continued to watch the Witch's army advance, it seemed her eyes never left where Aslan stood, and his own gaze never faltered either. Suddenly, to all their surprise, the White Witch's army stopped, just a little ways from Peter's. Aslan and the Pevensie's could see a small smirk play at the right hand corner of her mouth. She was planning something. But the biggest surprise of all was that, the figure that stood at the Witch's side was in fact, Susan Pevensie.
Peter, Edmund and Lucy stared in awe at the transformation their sister had part take. Her long raven hair, full of beauty was now faded into almost a white shade. She had no color in her cheeks or lips, even her once icy blue eyes seemed to have darken. She had odd-looking armor. Her body armor resembled that of a silver corset around her body, though it looked like it fit nicely around her middle, instead of strangling her. Her tunic underneath was forest green, sleeveless with a small v-neck shape.
The skirt ran half way to her knees, and her belt held a sword, on her back was her quiver, and in her left hand, tightly gripped, was her bow. She also seemed to have the same style shoes she had on when she was kidnapped, the very same she received when the Pevensies arrived at Aslan's camp, the first time they came to Narnia. Peter felt his heart break as he stared upon this new Susan. She had changed for the worse, but promised to defeat the witch and get her back.
Edmund and Lucy felt tears come to their eyes at the change their sister had pursue, and at the fact that now they might need to fight her in order to save Narnia!. Aslan kept his gaze on the White Witch, his eyes narrowed once more as he saw the small smirk playing on her lips suddenly curve into a smile across her face. "Kill them all!" she once more commanded, the army behind her cheered, along with the ones that had survived. "Leave Aslan to me!" she said bitterly, and with that, the remains of her army once more launched forwards and the battle resumed. Susan stayed on her perch next to the witch.
Susan and the witch watched as the two armies converged once more into a bloody battle, and the three remaining monarchs of Narnia desperately trying to fight the rest of them off, in their dire conditions. "Be rid of them, while I finish off Aslan!" the witch suddenly ordered to Susan. Susan narrowed her eyes, quickly whipping a arrow from the quiver strapped to her back and knotting it into the bow. "Yes, your majesty!" she said, before hoping down the rock they stood on, and advanced upon the eldest.
Peter once more found himself battling with a hag, however easily striking her down, and focused once more on Susan. He was surprised to see her suddenly advancing quickly on them, a bow and arrow ready to launch. He quickly turned to announce to the rest of the troops remaining. "Remember the plan!" he yelled over the slaughter happening all around him. "Hold them off as long as you can!" he said, before readying his sword and preparing for the fight of his life.
He kept his eyes locked to hers, he could feel her anger inside of her and knew that this wasn't going to be easy. However, just as they were about to become face to face, another Minotaur suddenly came up and started to attack Peter with his axe. However, it never got the chance, for it suddenly became stiff and landed on the ground at Peter's feet, an arrow stuck in its back. Peter looked up and saw Susan had her sword, ready to strike it down upon him. However, he blocked it, seeing she was blocked however, Susan put her weight on the sword, and brought Peter to one knee.
"You will die by my hand, Son of Adam" she growled in his face, Peter became hurt at her words. "Susan, it's the anger talking, not you!" he tried to reason. "You shall not take Narnia once more!. I will destroy you!" she growled, lifting her sword once more over her head. She meant to bring it down upon Peter, but seeing a break, Peter rolled off to the side the end of Susan's blade only hit the ground where he'd been. She growled in frustration.
Not far off, Aslan and the witch kept gazes locked, a playful smile still on her lips. "You may have tricked me once, Aslan" said the witch. "But you shall not be so cunning this time" she said. "You've taken something precious of Narnia, and you tainted this wonderful land before" Aslan growled. "What makes you think you deserve it?" he asked. "I will get it, one way or another!" the witch responded. "I won't let you do that!" Aslan growled at her. "Well you have no choice!" she growled back, and started off towards him.
Making sure her point stuck, she pointed her newly crafted wand at anyone who got in her way, causing them to fall hard to the ground in their new stone bodies. Finally, she came upon Aslan, and once more, they battled for Narnia. At first, the witch would try to freeze the great lion, however, he was too fast for her, and quickly dodged out of the way. She then decided upon using her sword, which was much more effective. As Aslan meant to dodge out of the way, the witch brought down her sword, creating a cut on his right shoulder. Angered. Aslan launched forwards, the witch using his own strategy and meant to dodge. Despite her efforts, Aslan's claws came in contact with her shoulder.
Peter was once more on his feet, and trying to block all of his evil sister's attacks. She kept slashing at him and whipping her sword around, causing cuts here and there it showed little skin through his armor. Peter grabbed onto his shoulder as the end of her sword came in contact with his skin, creating another bloody cut on his skin. "Susan, you have to understand" he gasped from the pain of the new cut. "It's me!. Peter, your brother!" he tried to reason.
Now staggering a little bit, his agility to dodge the witch was become more of an effort.
As the witch's sword came into contact with Aslan once more, Aslan took another swipe at the witch, this time getting her across the stomach, however, the contact with the witch's sword cut him up his side. This caused him to loose his footing with the pain, and landed on his uninjured side on the ground at the witch's feet. The witch glared down at him as he lay there, breathing heavily. She came closer, grunting in pain about her shoulder and stomach, as she switched hands to cover both, trying to stop the bleeding.
Peter suddenly found himself fall onto his back with a searing pain cutting across his leg where Susan had last cut. Susan watched him lay there, helpless, she herself breathing heavily, trying to stop the bleeding of the cut at her shoulder, the pain from the cut on her cheek and neckline had not sub sided just yet, but she walked towards him, using her sword as a sort of a cane. She stopped before him, and there was silence between them for a moment, Peter looking into her face, hoping to see any evidence of the old Susan.
However, all hope was lost as Susan then once more lifted her sword above her head, ready to finish Peter off. Peter, through the pain, felt tears flood his eyes. It hurt everywhere, and not just because of the cuts and scares Susan had left by her blade. He still had so much hope that his Susan would come back, but now, there was no cure for what was about to happen, she would not come back. "Don't do this!" Peter tried to plead but she maintained her expression of anger. "Good bye, Son of Adam" Susan growled.
Just as she was about to bring her sword down upon Peter, she found herself on her back, on the ground, her sword flung from her hands, and a cold blade at her temple. In fear, she looked up to see the other Son of Adam, one of his feet placed firmly against her chest, pinning her to the ground, his blade pointed to her temple, ready to strike if she made any move, the expression of anger in his face dared her. "Don't do this!" Edmund growled down at Susan. "This isn't you" he tried to reason, but Susan still did not understand.
Peter pushed against the ground and sat up in a sitting position, seeing Edmund had successfully pinned Susan down. Also seeing the sword pointed to her temple threateningly, he was about to object when they were interrupted. "Aslan!" Lucy's shriek suddenly rang though the air around them, and both Peter and Edmund turned to where Lucy held her gaze. There, the white witch stood over the fallen Aslan, as Susan did the fallen Peter, looking ready to strike. "Lucy, come keep an eye on Susan" Edmund ordered, withdrawing his sword from Susan and dashing towards the White Witch.
"It seems I have won this time, Aslan!" the witch snickered as she watched Aslan lay helpless. Aslan didn't even respond, in which the witch just raised her sword to strike. Once Edmund had released her from his grip, Susan hurried to her feet, despite the pain, and launched herself at the eldest Pevensie. Peter once more fought her off, this time knocking her sword out of her hands. Lucy took this as a advantage and struck Susan across the stomach.
The witch said a war cry into the sky as she was about to bring the sword down on Aslan, however, a sudden force suddenly knocked into her right hand, knocking her wand out of her hand. Shocked, the witch turned to see Edmund, now holding her wand in his other hand, a triumphant smirk played on his lips. "I think this is the end for you, Witch!" he said. Susan once more grabbed an arrow from the quiver behind her and quickly knotted it in her bow, about to aim it at Peter and Lucy.
Anger once more boiled in her, and turning now towards Edmund, forgetting all about Aslan, the Witch prepared to lunge at Edmund. He was ready, for the playful smirk never left his lips, and a determined look came to his eyes. Sending another war cry into the sky, the White Witch lunged towards him, Edmund doing the same, weapons at the ready to kill the other. But just as Edmund and the witch's sword were about to collide, Edmund thrust the wand forward and right into the witch's stomach.
Her expression of anger suddenly turned to surprise as she felt the end of her wand prick her own skin. Before she could react, her body was suddenly turned to stone, and she stood there, motionless, in front of Edmund. She was finally stopped, and letting out a great sigh, Edmund then brought the wand above his head, and colliding it with the ground, the wand of the witch suddenly broke into two. Susan had taken aim and was about to release the arrow, when suddenly, a warm feeling rushed over her, and she suddenly froze, dropping both the arrow and the bow, as the warm feeling took over her.
The spell of the White Witch was finally broken.
Author: Again, sorry its so long. Hope you liked it, and please remember to review!. Thanks so much guys!. Your all Awsome. Your rule!.