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I am so sorry for the big delay – I ran out of inspiration, but got the DVD for 'The Voyage of The Dawn Treader' and whilst on my two weeks holiday was able to write down some more chapters. I warn you now; the story does get more mature around the middle. I feel that the rating should stay at 'T' as it isn't graphic and is subtle, but the warning is there.
Therefore, here is chapter 14 of 'The Call.
I do not own Narnia or any of the characters that belong to the story – they belong to C.S Lewis and no financial profit is made from this story.
I stifled my cries, but the silent sobs shook my body so much, the tent pole moved slightly. I suddenly had an idea of how to escape, but it was ruined when I realised that someone was bound to notice me escaping the camp, since it was so busy.
Allowing my fear to take over my body, I drew my knees up to my chest and rested my forehead on them, welcoming sleep to put me at rest, even for a short time.
I awoke to someone shaking me roughly.
"Get up, my Queen wishes to see you," a large ogre-like creature snarled at me, lifting its scarred hand away from me.
I sat up, scrubbed the dried tears off my cheeks and climbed to my feet. I wasn't upset that I was captured and being held hostage in the White Witch's camp, no, it was due to the fact that five people whom I cherished and loved had turned against me and betrayed me to pure evil herself.
I followed the ogre out the tent, who gave me a particularly hard shove when he thought I wasn't walking fast enough, all the way up to the White Witch's tent.
"Wait here," the ogre ordered me, before thumping into the tent, the covers billowing with his entrance.
As I stood and waited, I looked around the campsite, only to see that there was almost no activity going on; everyone appeared to be sleeping in their tents, despite the lateness of the day.
The sound of approaching footsteps made me turn my head to see who was coming up behind me. As I saw the figure, my mouth parted in a slight gasp and my eyes welled with tears once more.
"Edmund?"
Edmund's brown eyes locked on mine, but there were no longer filled with the spark they had whenever he saw me; instead, they remained cold and emotionless, much like his expression.
"What do you want?"
I flinched back at his voice, recoiling as if he had just struck me across my face.
"What has she done to you?" I looked up at him with sadness.
"She has made me see things in a clearer light; she has told us of the prophecy, and of the real reason why you're here," he replied.
"I-I-I don't understand...I don't know anything about a prophecy o-o-or why I'm even here."
"Don't play dumb; you were sent here to destroy the monarchy, intending to kill my fellow rulers and me. The White Witch warned us of this just in time, so you didn't have the chance to kill us."
"No! That's a lie; you know it is Edmund. I would never hurt you, I..." I trailed off, not knowing how to phrase my thoughts.
"You what? You love me?" he sneered. "I know you don't; you just did it to get close to us, to get the secrets you wanted."
"She's put you under a spell," I gasped, realising why Edmund, Caspian and his siblings were acting so coldly towards me, and why they were serving the White Witch.
"Who? The White Witch?" Edmund let out a short laugh. "No, it was more like you did that, to my family."
"I need to stop it, to make you see the truth..." I murmured, mostly to myself.
"You still believe that?" Edmund's voice was dripping with mockery.
I looked up at him and then, before I could realise what I was doing, I took a step forwards and planted my lips on his. I felt hope flare up inside my body and his lips responded to mine and his arms slowly began to move from his sides to my hips.
However, before anything else could happen, he pushed me back a few steps. I looked up into his eyes and saw, to my surprise, there was a flicker of the spark back in them.
"What are you doing?" an icy voice split the silence in the air.
I spun around and saw the White Witch was standing in the entrance to her tent, fury emblazoned on her face for all to see. She stalked forwards towards me and slapped me hard across my jaw. I flinched back, my cheek burning from the slap.
"Just what did you think kissing Edmund would do?" the White Witch asked me, a smirk flitting across her lips.
I looked back at Edmund, but my hopes shattered when I saw he was cold and emotionless once more, along with Caspian, Peter, Susan and Lucy.
"You can't beat me, my dear; even Aslan cannot help you now."
As I looked down, I heard a warm, majestic voice in my head, and I recognised it immediately.
You can defeat her, young one, just do what your heart tells you and I will be there for you.
Aslan's voice made me feel stronger than I had since I arrived at the camp.
"I challenge you to a duel."
The camp froze as they all processed my words.
"What?" the White Witch turned around with a snarl on her face.
"I said, I challenge you to a duel," I repeated. "Unless you're scared."
The general stepped forwards with a growl.
"Her majesty is not scared of a foolish girl, like yourself."
"Then she should have no reason to refuse me."
"I accept the challenge," the White Witch looked at me.
"Fine then, at dawn tomorrow, we'll fight," I said.
"In the clearing, just south of the camp," she added. "Loss means total surrender."
I gave her a curt no, which caused a cruel smile to form on her face.
"Let our prisoner have some time to train on her own; she'll need it to even have a chance."
Later that evening, I stood in a small field, after training for hours.
I had sent a letter to the castle, as a small robin, called Jeffers, followed me to the camp after I had been taken there.
The letter told my most trusted friends what was going on and what I was going to do; I had also told them to bring an army in time for dawn tomorrow. They were to wait in the forests and watch the duel. I had a feeling that whether I won or lost, the White Witch's army would attack Narnia, so I made sure we would have the upper hand by surprising them.
I lunged forward with my sword, and attacked an invisible enemy. I had been allowed my sword to train with; I did this by pretending someone was fighting me, so I was able to work on my techniques, such as balance. However, to get the full effect, I needed someone to actually be there, but I knew that was impossible.
My arms and legs soon grew tired and I had to relax for a bit.
I sat on a rock, which was based near four others. The rocks covered a small clearing, about eight or nine feet long, and the same distance wide.
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and leant back slightly, hugging one leg to my chest. I bit back tears as I thought of all the happy memories I had before I looked into that pool. I thought of the first kiss I shared with Edmund, in my bedroom all those nights ago. My eyes closed as I replied that night's events in my mind.
"Alena," the familiar husky voice, now cold and emotionless, interrupted my thoughts.
I looked up, opening my eyes, and saw the person my happy memories centred around.
Edmund was striding through the long grass towards me. He wore a black tunic, leather body Protector, grey breeches and black boots. Even though he was loyal to the White Witch, he still looked handsome and my heart still fluttered madly in my chest.
"I have been sent to make sure you don't run off," he said, stopping in front of me.
I slid down the rock slightly, sitting on the very edge of it.
"I won't run away," I replied, looking him in the eye.
"Good," he began to move away, but I caught his shoulders.
"What's happened to you?" I asked in a soft whisper.
His brown eyes sparked with emotion ever so slightly.
"Nothing."
"But I love you."
This time, more emotion flooded in his eyes. I leaned forwards and pressed my lips to his once more. He responded quicker this time, and wrapped his arms around me. I twisted my hands in his hair as he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I pulled him closer by wrapping my legs around his waist, so he was flush against me. He pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss.
"I shouldn't...but I want this so much," he said, his voice barely above nothing.
"Then don't fight it," I replied.
Edmund crushed his mouth against mine, whilst hoisting me into the air.
The next thing I knew, I was being gently laid down on the grass, with Edmund hovering over me. As his kissed trailed over my collarbone, I tilted my head back and opened my eyes. We were lying down in the small clearing, hidden by the rocks I had been sat on earlier.
I hazily recalled shedding our clothes, but I definitely remembered the feeling of our bare skin sliding against each other.
Edmund kissed me heavily, just as he slowly slid inside me. I tensed up, but when he began moving gently against me, the pain eased off and was soon replaced by a burning sensation I found myself wanting more of.
Gasps and moans left my mouth without my consent, as did Edmund's name a few times. Edmund was the same, but his voice was deeper and huskier than I had ever heard it go before.
As his movements grew deeper and more penetrating, a knot began to form in my abdomen.
At the last possible second, the feeling of absolute pleasure and serenity flooded through my body when the knot released. At the same time, Edmund tilted his head back and moaned lowly, before collapsing on top of me; both of us spent.
His weight was not suffocating, but felt just right and mean to be. I curled into his arms, trying to control my hectic breathing pattern.
"I love you, I love you," Edmund repeated quietly, pressing kisses to my neck in between each phrase.
"I know," I whispered into his hair, wrapping my fingers around the curvature of his head. I stared up at the inky black sky, beginning to show some hints of paler blue, signalling the new day was drawing near.
"We should get changed," Edmund's voice broke through the haze of calmness.
I agreed with him and began to slide my clothes back on, as he did at the same time. I tugged my last boot on and looked at Edmund, who was fully dressed once more.
He pulled me into a hug, before falling gently to the floor; making sure, I fell with him.
"Sleep, my sweet Alena," he murmured lovingly into my hair. "Sleep."
My heart swelled with pride as I realised the spell on Edmund was gone, at least, temporarily. I lay beside him, my head on his shoulder and with his arms around me, keeping me safely in his embrace. Edmund's breathing soon slowed down, telling me that he had fallen asleep quickly.
Just as I was about to join him, I suddenly remembered about the duel against the White Witch.
I looked up and saw more time had passed than I had originally thought; the stars had gone and the red light of the rising sun was filtering into the sky; it was nearly dawn.
I pressed a kiss to Edmund's cheek and gently untangled myself from his arms. I picked up my sword and fastened it around my waist, before turning and looking back at Edmund, who was still peacefully asleep on the grass.
"Goodbye, my love," I whispered, before striding out of the field to the clearing, ready to face my fate.
I stood in the grass, facing the White Witch, ready to fight her.
"The duel will be to the death, and you know the consequences of victory," the general announced. "And begin!"
I unsheathed my sword and took a few paces forwards. I wore a red long-sleeved tunic, underneath a chainmail tunic with flared sleeves that flared just below my elbows, a leather corset, brown trousers and dark brown boots. To give me extra protection, I wore silver armour on my shoulders, arms and legs, as well as armour gloves and a helmet.
My eyes narrowed at the White Witch, as she smirked back at me, wearing a long dress of chainmail and an ice white tunic around her torso.
"Get ready to die," she mocked, before lunging at me.
I blocked her sword, but jumped back, more cautious than before. I leapt over her next strike, aimed at my legs, and then swung at her myself. It caught her shoulder and she fell off balance. Before I could attack her once more, she knocked my legs out from under me. I hit the floor heavily, due to my armour, and was partially winded. I scrambled to my feet and narrowly missed the White Witch's sword, which sliced by my ear. I turned and, whilst gasping for breath, swung my sword sharply, hitting the side of the White Witch. She inhaled sharply, before attacking me with more vigour. I swung my sword, making it hit the White Witch's with every strike she swung at me. I was soon able to twist her sword out of her hands, so it fell in the grass a small way away from us.
However, instead of surrendering, she gave me an evil smile.
"Attack Narnia, and leave none alive!" she yelled to her army, who had been watching the duel at one end of the clearing.
Suddenly, a cry of 'For Narnia!' came from the trees on the other end of the clearing, and the Narnian army surged forwards.
The duelling grounds stood in the centre of the clearing, so the armies clashed together around us.
I looked around, but suddenly remembered the White Witch. I turned back, ready to finish her off, but saw she was blocked by Caspian, Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy, who all had their weapons drawn.
I faltered and stared at the five people I had considered my family.
"Not so brave now, are you?" the White Witch taunted.
I ignored her as she carried on with the mockery, and decided to address the five monarchs to try to get them back onto the sides of the Narnians once and for all.
"Lucy, why are you against me? You, Susan and I are like sisters to each other. Peter, Caspian; you're my brothers, so why turn on me? Edmund, what about last night?"
My words seemed to spark something off, as emotion began to show in their eyes.
"What are you doing?" the White Witch snarled as the five monarchs took a few steps towards me, lowering their weapons and showing emotion on their faces.
As Edmund reached out for my hands, I saw the White Witch lunge at him with a fallen sword.
"No," I gasped, pulling Edmund behind me and blocking the sword.
I felt the sword pierce my chest, just above my heart, causing a searing pain to shoot through my body.
As I fell to the floor, everything began to blur around me.
Before I gave in to the darkness, I heard a lion's roar, shattering this world.
With a yell and a deep gasp of air, I surfaced and pushed my hair away from my face. I looked around and saw I had fallen in the pool I was looking in earlier.
Okay then, for people who didn't understand – none of that happened! She looked into the pool and fell in, so anything after the first time she looked inside it never happened – it was all a dream-like vision.
It's explained fully in the next chapter, but that is a brief summary.
Once more, I am sorry for the wait, but I should be updating once every two-three weeks (I have a lot of homework).
Hope you enjoyed it!
Alexandra the Dreamer.