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3rd person

Susan, and Lucy slowly walked up to Aslan's lifeless body. Lucy then ran. She sat next to him while Susan stayed on the ground. Tears were falling down the young girl's face. Lucy then took out her cordial. She then quickly unscrewed it.

"It's too late." Susan said softly. "He's gone." Lucy stopped unscrewing her cordail. Susan then walked around, and climbed some of the stairs. Lucy started to cry.

"He must have known what he was doing." Susan said. Lucy stroked Aslan's cold lifeless face. Then the siblings hugged his body. Then there was a squeak. They saw mice chewing at the ropes holding Aslan to the table.

"Get away! Get away, all of you!" Susan said too lost in her greif to really pay attention.

"No." Lucy said "Look." A rope fell from Aslan's body. Susan, and Lucy then pulled back the ropes.

"We have to tell the others." Susan said.

"We can't just leave him!"

"Lucy, there's no time! They need to know."

"The trees."

At Aslan's camp

Still third

The petals from a tree flew into Peter's tent, and woke him up. They were gathering. Peter struggled, and woke Edmund. (Who was a pretty light sleeper.) They petals were soon in the form of a girl.

"Be still, my princes." The petals said. "I bring grave news from your sisters." Peter lowered the sword in which he was holding.

Later

Once again it's still third

Peter slowly stepped from Aslan's tent. He looked at his brother, and Oreius. "She's right." Peter said softly. "He's gone." Peter placed his hands on the table in front of him.

"Then you'll have to lead us." Edmund said softly. His head declined torwards the ground. "Peter, there's an army out there and it's ready to follow you."

"I can't."

"Aslan beleived you could." There was a pause. "And so do I."

"The Witch's army is nearing, sire. What are your orders?" Oreius asked. Peter thought for a moment.

"I guess we'll wing it." Peter admitted chewing on his lip. Then he looked at his brother. "Ed?"

"Yeah?" The younger boy asked.

"You need to stay here." Edmund was shocked at that order.

"Why?" He half asked half whined.

"Edmund. I can't risk you getting hurt out there." Now imagine your...no I can do better.

Edmund's POV

I couldn't beleive it. My own brother was telling me to sit out a fight? Just because I could get hurt?

"So" I said getting angrier. "Just because I'm blind means I can't help." I heard Peter sigh.

"Ed." I held up a hand.

"No. I get it." I heard Peter sigh.

"Oreius, where's Phillip?"

"In the meadow."

"Get him."

Great. This is perfect. Just because I'm blind means I can't fight! When will life ever be fair?

In the meadow after everyone left

Phillip's POV

I sighed as I watched the young prince. He just stormed around the camp. Clearly upset about not being able to fight. Finally he stopped.

"This is getting me no where." He realized. "Phillip?"

"Yes?" I asked knowing where this was going.

"Which way is the fight?"

"You know even if you try finding it. You'll be killed three seconds into it."

"And?" The boy asked.

"Come on. I'll take you, but if you get killed we'll blame Peter." The boy grinned.

"I like that."

The end of this chapter

If you get killed we'll blame Peter. I like it, don't you? Sorry if this is a little choppy, and fast. I'm still trying to solve my writing problems. Plus somtimes I'm...a little lazy to give chapters to betas. (blushes) Hope you like it enough to review, and read the next chapter. :{D