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Chapter Fourteen
Edmund was fighting even though Peter had told everyone to go back. Stubborn fool as always. His opponent fell to his feet before him, and he jumped over the mangled corpse and ran on to meet the next one. I heard the sound of crashing stone and whipped my head around to look behind me. The Witch was there, using her wand to turn any who challenged her to stone. Edmund spotted it and took off in her direction. "Edmund! Come back!" I screamed. He was going to die. The Witch turned and looked at him calmly. Edmund raised his sword over his head and tried to smash it down over her head. She blocked every blow with ease and coolness. I had to tear my eyes away when a jaguar flung its spotted body at me with a wild roar. After killing it, I began trying to get to Edmund again. He was still locked in battle with the Witch, but didn't seem to be getting anywhere. But then, when I had almost reached them, his sword struck the long, silver wand, shattering it with a bright flash of blue light. The Witch's face twisted into anger. Then everything seemed to happen in slow motion. I felt as if I were moving through syrup as she thrust her pale arm with the jagged silver stick clenched in her hand. She thrust the point right through Edmund's mail, and he doubled over, clutching his stomach. He fell backwards as she pulled the bloodied weapon back out with a savage jerk. A scream ripped from my body, and I was shocked at how powerful it was. I hacked at her, fighting her off of Edmund. Peter appeared next to me, and took up the fight. I didn't know where he had come from, but I turned and ran back to Edmund's side.
He was sprawled across the grass, gasping for breath. His face was pale; his eyes squeezed shut against the pain. Every few breaths he would let out a deep, ragged groan. Blood poured from his wound. I cursed again, and knelt by his side. I tried to speak to him, to comfort him, but I don't think he could even hear me in his state. My eyes were filled with tears which began to spill over, dripping off of my face. I put my hand over his wound, trying to staunch the blood, but it was no use. Edmund would die, I would die, and Peter was probably already dead. We would all die at the hands of the Witch and her army. The field was strewn with corpses and statues. There wasn't anything else we could do.
The noises of the battle were suddenly drowned out by a deafening roar. It felt like my eardrums were about to burst. I looked up at the cliff. I gasped, unable to comprehend what I saw for a moment. Standing on the edge, shining golden in the sun, was Aslan himself. He sprang down, leaping from ledge to ledge until he reached the grass and then began bounding with the speed of a Thoroughbred toward Peter and the White Witch. He leaped at her, claws unsheathed and teeth gleaming, and knocked her down. I looked away as he put an end to her. I had seen enough blood today.
I turned my attention back to Edmund as he continued to draw ragged breaths. I could see that he was growing weaker. His eyes opened for a moment and he asked quietly, "Peter?" I tried to smile as I answered. "Peter's fine. Aslan's here. Everything's all right now. We've won. You're going to be all right." His eyes closed again and he slipped back into unconsciousness. I gently stroked his head, hoping that what I had said was true, but I wasn't so sure help would come in time.
I knelt beside him for what felt like hours as the noises of the battle slowly grew quiet. Then I heard the cries of Lucy and Susan. I looked up and saw them racing towards us with Peter. Finally he might get some help. If it's not too late .Lucy dropped to her knees and started sobbing. "Edmund!" Susan and Peter reached us next. "Edmund? Lucy, get your cordial," Peter commanded. Lucy fumbled for her little crystal flask that contained the healing potion. She held it to Edmund's lips and let a few drops fall into his mouth. For a moment nothing happened. Then Edmund began to choke and his brown eyes opened again. All our faces broke into relieved, teary grins as he struggled to raise himself up into a sitting position. Lucy and Susan hugged him tightly and Peter said hoarsely, but with a relieved smile, "Why can't you just do as you're told?" I sat back on my heels and smiled. A shadow loomed over us. We looked up into Aslan's face. "Lucy," he spoke as he looked over the field of bodies. She jumped to her feet and ran to the nearest one, kneeling by it as she gave a few drops of the healing juice. Aslan went from statue to statue, breathing life back into their stone bodies. The day wasn't quite over yet, I thought as I wearily climbed to my feet, lending Edmund a hand to help him up.