AN: Bit of romance in this chapter! (Mostly holding hands.) Maugrim dies. (Yay!) Review! I want feed-back! I fon't even care if it's a flame,either.
A lot of the nymphs turned to watch us. They probably thought I was stealing Peter away from them. Yeah, right. The last thing on my mind was having a boyfriend. In fact, it wasn't on my mind at all. They kept giving me hostile looks, but I met their eyes with mine and they looked away. Of course, we got razzed a lot. Lucy danced around me singing "Peter and Alex, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-MMPH!" I shoved my hand over her mouth, and grinned at Peter, who shook his head.
Becca took advantage of the situation. "Admit it! You two were making out! And you can't shut me up, Peter! I've got knives!"
"We weren't!" both of us said at the same time.
"Then why were you holding hands? And I've seen the looks you give her, Peter, don't deny it. I bet Alex thinks you're handsome." Susan had to join in. Peter and I blushed. "See? I knew it!"
We looked at each other, "If I kill you, will you kill me?" he asked. I nodded. "Good." We turned and started walking away.
"Where are you going?" Becca called.
"To commit suicide so we won't have to deal with you lot teasing us for the rest of our lives," I called over my shoulder.
That brought Becca and Lucy running to us. "You are not going to kill yourself, Alex," Becca said, looking so ferocious that I thought she might hurt me.
"Okay, okay. Whatever you say, Sis."
"Good."
"C'mon, you guys. We need to get you some decent Narnian clothes. And I need a shower, because, as Becca said, I'm filthy," I added.
The nymphs showed them to their tents, an extra couple for Peter, which, for some reason, made me angry. Why should I care if they flirted with him? Geez, it was confusing. After our last time alone with each other, I couldn't help thinking that maybe I did feel something extra for Peter, and then I dismissed that thought from my mind. It was foolish. We couldn't be together. I walked into my tent. It was much cleaner than it had been when I'd left it. I'm not the tidiest person in the world and I don't do house-keeping. Clean clothes had been laid out on the bed, and there was warm water ready for a bath. Delah was also there, holding bandages for my arm. "You didn't have to do this, Delah," I said. She smiled at me.
"Yes, I did. Call when you need me for the bandages, dear. Now, wash up." I smiled, and did as she had told me to.
When she pulled the bandages off my arm, it was almost healed. "Wow. How did you do this?" I asked.
"I always put a bit more magic in your bandages, dear. You've gone through a lot more than any other teenager should have to. I've heard you've fallen for the Pevensie boy."
"What? No. We're just friends."
"Friends who hold hands?"
"I told him. He comforted me. He's a guy. I'm a girl. Is it so wrong to hold hands?"
"No, but I see the way those nymphs watch him, and I also see the way they watch you. They think you're competition."
"Well, they can think again. We're not together."
"Get dressed, dear. I expect he'll be waiting." She smiled conspiratorially, and laughed when I shook my head at her. She left me in the tent.
I turned to my clothes. They're specially made for me. Two sides, reversible fabric, so I could change my appearance, if need be. The shirt I was wearing was a light blue on one side and white on the other. My pants could be either black or brown. My belt was black, as were my boots. I put the shirt on with the blue side facing out. My pants were black side out. I pulled on my boots and my belt. My boots had been scrubbed clean, thankfully. I couldn't wait to get Peter back for the rabbit poop. My silver hilted sword, daggers, and knives went into their sheaths. My bow and quiver full of black and silver arrows were at my back. I looked into the mirror. My long black hair, which was my only vanity, was a tangled mess. I combed it until it fell in waves down my back, and then tight braided it and the leather spiked strap from the crown of my head. Anyone who seized my braid would regret it. I was now ready for anything they threw at me.
Stepping out of my tent, I saw Peter emerging from his, wearing a grey shirt, a brown leather tunic, brown pants, and boots. His sword was at his side. Susan and Lucy came out, Lucy in a blue dress, Susan in a green one. I walked over to them. Peter's eyes widened when he saw me. I smirked at him. "Didn't think I could clean up this nice, did you, Pevensie?"
"Honestly? No, I didn't," he answered. I looked him up and down. He was in training clothes. He looked pretty good in them, to tell the truth, not that I cared what he looked like. The girls headed toward the river. "Where's Becca?" he asked.
"Probably training," I answered. He nodded. I looked up at Paravel Hill. Aslan was there. We started walking towards him. Peter's hand found mine. I looked up and found him smiling at me. We reached the top of the Hill. Peter went and stood beside Aslan, with me next to him. I watched the beautiful view: the blue, shining waves, cresting the golden shores of the Eastern Sea. Cair Paravel, that fantastical castle, sand-colored stone, reflecting the sunlight. Green hills lay behind, stretching out to the horizon Snow-capped mountains lay in the distance.
Without looking at Peter, Aslan said, "That is Cair Paravel, of the Four Thrones, on one of which you will sit, Peter, as High King." Peter was silent, looking out at the castle. "You doubt the prophesy," Aslan said matter-of-factly.
Peter looked at him. "No, that's just it . . . I'm not who you think I am."
Aslan looked up at him. "Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned that you made Alex step in some rabbit . . . remains." Peter grinned. I elbowed him.
"Ow! What was that for, Alex?"
"What do you think, Peter?" I replied.
He shook his head.
Aslan continued. "Peter, there is a Deep Magic that rules over Narnia. It defines right from wrong and helps us fulfill our destinies, yours, mine, and Alex's."
"I don't think I'll be able to," Peter said.
"You were able to get your family here," Aslan said.
"Not all of them," Peter said softly, looking down. I squeezed his hand, and he looked at me, and smiled gratefully.
Aslan looked at him, sympathy in his eyes. "I will do what I can for Edmund. I too want my family safe." At that moment, we heard a horn being blown. Peter and I looked at Aslan, then at each other.
"Susan!" we said at the same time, then turned and ran toward the river, with Aslan following close behind.
When we got to the river, we saw Susan and Lucy in a tree. Susan couldn't get her foot up all the way and the Wolves were snapping at her leg. Peter and I charged across the river, drawing our swords. When we got to the other side, Peter pointed his sword at one of the Wolves, who I recognized as Maugrim. I hung back, there if he needed me. Aslan came up, and trapped the second Wolf with his paw. Oreius and part of the army ran to us, Oreius brandished his sword, ready to kill Maugrim, but Aslan said "Stay back! This is Peter's battle." In a split-second, faster than I could blink, Maugrim leaped at Peter. Peter pulled his sword up, crying out. He fell to the ground, with the Wolf on top of him. They lay still. The girls jumped down from the tree. I ran over and shoved the Fell Beast off him. Peter looked up at me, his blue eyes wide. His sisters ran to hug him. He looked terrified. I walked over to Maugrim, and prodded him with my sword. He didn't move. I prodded him again. Still no sign of life. I looked up at Aslan and nodded. Maugrim was dead. Aslan let the other Wolf go, saying "Follow him. He will lead you to Edmund." The warriors sped off, leaving Peter, Susan, Lucy, Aslan, and I alone.
Aslan turned to Peter. "Peter, clean your sword." He did so, on the grass. "Kneel." Again, Peter complied. The girls looked confused, but I knew what was going on. Peter was being knighted. I kept a serious expression on my face, but was grinning and clapping for him in my head. "Rise, Sir Peter Wolfsbane, Knight of Narnia." Peter rose, a look of wonder on his face. The girls were smiling hugely, and I beamed. He turned toward us, his eyes alive.
I walked up to him. "Wolfsbane, huh? Not bad, Pevensie." He grinned and shook his head at me. I smirked at him. "You do know that this means I get to pummel you and claim I'm training you, right? I still haven't forgiven you for the rabbit poop."
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