Chapter Eight: Arrival
Edmund's POV
"I'm sorry..."
The words struck me. Had they been my imagination?
The next second, Adventuria had shape shifted and she was gone. She had failed in saving me.
The White Witch's seven foot (about 2.1 metres) frame shook with mirth.
"Who is the weakling now?"
She turned, her pale blue eyes piercing me. "You have no one to save you now...They are nothing compared to m-"
"Shut up!" I yelled, like how I use to do to Peter. Except, this wasn't Peter.
"Ahh...fighting back now, are we, Edmund, darling?"
I wished I'd never believed her. I wished I had never eaten that Turkish Delight. This was all my fault, all my fault.
Adventuria's POV
I didn't know what to do. My leg was killing me! I landed underneath a tree and turned back into human form. Hmm...that stab was deep. Oh well...it had already happened. There was no changing. I tapped my finger gently near the wound and it half-healed. Better than nothing but I would have to fly from now on.
Come to the camp...it is north of the Stone Table...
I blinked.
I have arrived...
Aslan!
Edmund will be fine...
He would?
He will be fine...or have you lost faith in what I say?
"Of course not, Aslan. But even if I do dislike Edmund and his ways, I am still worried. It is my job to protect the four. Have the rest arrived there?"
Not yet, but they are very close...
"Then they will be under your protection. Edmund has no protection." I thought back.
I am always with those I love, and Edmund is included.
"But why do you need me to come?"
Come...
"Aslan?"
No reply. Dammit. Might as well follow what the Great Lion says, but he hadn't answered me still. How were the others? And what did they think of me after my sudden announcement to leave? I hoped I hadn't lost a friendship.
There was something different of the Pevensies that the kids at the orphanage didn't have.
Lucy was bubbly, honest, caring, faithful, honest (and I couldn't help thinking she was cute)...
Susan was motherly, caring, mature and thoughtful (and honest maybe? I didn't know yet)...
Peter was fatherly (I'd expected that, since he was the eldest and their father had gone to war), brave, caring, honest (so far)...
But most of all, they actually accepted who I was. Or what they saw of me. Was it the silence, the mask, the cloak, the audacity, the mystery that they liked about me? If it was, that's not what I wanted. I wanted them to like the real me.
It is time for you to reveal your true self, and at the same time, let go of the past...
Wasn't that what Aslan had said to me before I came? Maybe the new me, was well, me. I sighed. Two identites; one here, one there. But which one the actual me? I was like a schizophrenic. Two faces, two lives, two personalities. The only difference was I didn't talk to myself and I definitely wasn't mad.
I shape shifted into a falcon, one of the swiftest type of birds. Well, time to get moving.
But I couldn't help thinking about the dark-haired eleven year old boy, helpless and vulnerable.
Stop worrying!
I continued to fly east.
The next day...
My eyes searched for the ruins of the Stone Table. My limbs ached and my eyelids were starting to droop. Red and gold caught my eye. They snapped open. There it was - Aslan's camp! It was a north of the Stone Table, as Aslan had told me. There were so many tents! Creatures thought to have disappeared had once again been seen, and the true Narnians were no longer living in fear.
Aslan had come!
The tawny, gold lion was sitting on a ledge, surrounded by creatures that we, Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve called mythical. Interesting thing was, Narnians thought man was mythical.
I landed, a few hundred metres away from him and then, I heard familiar voices.
"No, you go first!"
I walked faster, and broke into a run and I saw the Pevensies, arguing over who should walk to see Aslan first.
I chuckled.
" What's all the fuss?"
"Well, ladies first, Susan! So you go first!" They didn't seemed to have heard me.
"But your the oldest!"
"In the name of Aslan, stop aruging!" I yelled.
Both siblings stopped and stared.
"Adventuria!" they all three Pevensies cried, in unison.
"You go first Peter. I know your scared of Aslan, everyone is, the first time they see him. You're going to become High King, so you go first."
Susan gave her older brother a I-told-you-so look.
Peter unsheathed his sword and looked at me. "Go up to him, we'll be behind you." He hesitated and proceeded to the Lion.
Nymphs, talking animals and other creatures of Narnia followed us with their gaze and I could feel the siblings were nervous. The two Talking Beavers had joined the crowd.
"We're here to see Aslan!" Peter announced.
This was the first time I'd actually seen Aslan for real, and he was much...better. What a lame word to describe something so majestic.
"Ahh, you have arrived, Son of Adam and Daughters of Eve. But did I not bring two Sons of Adam to Narnia?"
"He was kidnapped...by the White Witch." Susan said.
Gasps came from the crowd.
"It's my-" Peter started but I interrupted him. It wasn't just his fault.
"Aslan, on his first trip to Narnia, Edmund met the White Witch. She gave him her enchanted food and...the second time he came, he went to her. But Edmund has changed. Please Aslan, it is the also my fault. I didn't do my job properly. I am sorry."
Aslan shook his head. "The past is the past. You can not change it, but you can change the future. Remember that."
Silence.
"You all have travelled a long way. Dryads! Clothe and bathe the girls, whilst you Peter, come with me."
A few dryads beckoned to us and Susan, Lucy and I followed, whilst Peter went in the other direction, without another word.
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