Chapter 4: The Royal Rescue
"Good shot, Sue!" I heard as I saw four horses approaching. I stood up abruptly as one on the horses galloped faster toward me. I took a few steps backward as it halted. I looked at the horse confused before a girl with long brown hair hopped off of it.
"Oh, thank Aslan! I was afraid I had got you!" She said with a smile and a sigh of relief as she put her bow in a container of arrows. I just stared. The other horses came to a halt as well. A boy with very light brown hair was next to meet the ground, and my stomach gave a flip as his eyes met mine. The next one off of her horse was a very young girl with short brown hair and an adorable freckled face; then was a young boy with dark brown hair and big, brown eyes. I couldn't help but smile at the familiar species.
"Great Scott... it's a girl!" Said the younger boy. The girl with the bow looked at him with a smirk and rolled her eyes.
"It is!" Squeaked the littler girl. "It's a human!" She said with a large smile. Her smile was contagious, for I smiled back. Suddenly, the oldest boy took a few steps toward me with confusion written all over his face. I could almost feel my face turn red. Then it hit me. I still wasn't wearing a bra. I quickly crossed my arms over my chest.
"My name is Peter. I'm the high king of Narnia. Tell me, where did you come from?" He said with a small frown. King? Narnia's kings and queens were kids? I opened my mouth to respond, but for the life of me I couldn't think of an answer. My eyes scanned the ground as if I would find the answer lying in the grass.
"I..." I started. I was frightened. I didn't remember where I lived.
"Peter, she doesn't remember." Said the oldest girl. I looked up to see the four of them smiling at me.
"I'm sorry." I said. "I don't know how I got here." I looked at Peter and he smiled at me knowingly.
"This sounds all too familiar." The younger boy said sarcastically.
"I'm Lucy." Said the youngest girl suddenly. She stepped forward and extended her hand. I grinned and shook it lightly. "Let us take her home, Peter, please!" She said, turning to him with a pouty look on her face. His grin widened.
"She isn't a dog, Luce." He chuckled. "But... I suppose we don't have much of a choice, now do we?" He said, nodding toward Lucy.
"Come on." Said the oldest girl as she climbed on her horse and held out her hand.
"Hop on, deary." It said. The horse, I mean. I should have expected the horses to talk too, but it was still a bit of a shock. I took the girls hand and climbed on behind her. I had ridden horses when I was younger, but that was years ago. The other three got on their horses and we started riding toward the palace. I looked behind us briefly. Nibble was no where in sight. For some odd reason, I hoped she was alright. "I'm Susan, by the way. That over there is our brother, Edmund." The girl said, motioning to the younger boy.
"You're brothers and sisters?" I asked, finally managing to catch on.
"Mmhm. We haven't been here for more then a month, but we've been rulers here since the White Witch's destruction."
"The White Witch?" I asked, still wondering. I heard a small groan come from Edmund. Peter's suddenly rode up next to us, interested in the conversation.
"The White Witch used to call herself the queen of Narnia, but she really only wanted to be. She was down right evil." He said, glancing at you.
"She wasn't only evil; she was, like, the spawn of devil!" Edmund said.
"Edmund!" Susan scolded. "He's only upset because she almost killed him."
"And you don't think that's a big deal?" He shouted at her.
"Oh, come off it!" Lucy shouted from ahead. I looked up and noticed we were nearing the magnificent Palace. My stomach felt fluttery. I was really excited now.