Hi there! Just so you know, I've got winter-holidays, so I have plenty of time to write, and also plenty of inspiration (know I've already told it).

Okay. Here things go really fast, but I can't say that many interesting things happen between the interestingXP

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"No!" I cried and moved away from him. "I won't promise that, I just can't!"

CH. 14 One Good and One Bad

"Auch! It hurts!" I hissed when he carefully washed the wounds the wolf gave me.

"If you don't get it cleaned, it will hurt much, much more", he replied without looking at me.

"Peter, please. I can do it myself!"

This time he looked up at me. "I would like to see that", he only replied and I frowned.

"I give up", I muttered, followed by: "Auch!" when he put a white salve on it.

Peter took up some clean bandages and bandaged my hand. "There you go."

I glanced down at my hand. It was really nice done, and it didn't hurt any longer. When he put away the things he had used, I followed him with my eyes.

"Peter", I finally whispered. "I'm really sorry for acting like I did."

"No", he said with his back to me. "You was in your fully right to feel ignored."

I stared at his back. "Are you... angry?" My voice was a few tones too high when I asked.

"Do I sound like?" he replied, still with his back to me. I lowered my eyes to the ground.

"Not really, but-"

I didn't finished it, 'cause Peter turned to me, closed the distance between us, lifted my head and kissed me. It was a hard kiss, and I was so surprised that I didn't answer.

After just a few seconds he let go of me. My eyes were wide as I stared at him.

"I hope I didn't go too far", he whispered. I still only stared at him, but then a small smile appeared on my lips.

"Not at all", I answered and rose. He gently laid his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

This time I answered his kiss. It was warm and felt both good and right. Afterwards I let my head rest on his chest while he held his arms around me. I closed my eyes.

"Should we tell the rest?" I whispered.

"They don't need to know. Not yet", was the reply I got.

By sunset...

I sighed and collapsed on the ground. Aslan sat down beside me.

"I sense you have questions", he said and I nodded. For a while we only sat there and I stared at the sinking sun. It was just as beautiful as the day before, if not more.

"Why didn't my powers work when I tried to avoid the wolves from attacking me, Susan and Lucy?"

He sighed. "You have to understand, dear one, that you tried to use it out of a wish to kill. That's the Witch's way, not your. When you use your power that way, they'll never work, but if you find the love inside you and use it in good ways, then it will never fail you."

I nodded. I understood.

"You should go and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a big day." With those words, Aslan rose and began to walk down to the tents. I rose and followed him quickly. "Good night", he said outside his own tent and I swallowed. It was first then I thought about the nightmares.

When I entered the tent, Susan and Lucy were sitting on each bed, chatting. They were silence when I changed to a nightgown and climbed under the duvet.

"Catty?" asked Susan in a singing voice. "Have Peter kissed you yet?"

"That's non of your business", I growled and turned my back to them. They began to laugh.

"I bet he has!"

While Susan and Lucy continued talking, I tried to fall asleep. It had been a long day and I was tired.

I sat up, gasping and trembling. I couldn't remember what I had dreamt, just that it was awful. I remembered what Peter told me back in the Professor's house.

I rose from the bed and rushed out in the clear night. The camp was silence, and the only life was the few guards.

I stifled a sob and a faun looked at me in surprise.

I stopped outside Peter's tent and hesitated. It wasn't right just to rush in, but he had said I could come to him.

I pushed aside the fabric in the opening to the tent. It was dark, but I could see Peter sleeping in the bed.

"Peter", I whispered and gently shook his shoulder. "Peter, please, wake up." I stifled another sob when he opened his eyes and sat up.

"Catty? What's wro-" He didn't finish the sentence, 'cause he understood. "Nightmares?"

I nodded and he made me sit down on the bed beside him. Carefully he dried the tears away.

New tears ran down my cheeks and he pulled me into a warm embrace.

"Shhh, it was only a nightmare. Nothing can hurt you in your dreams", he whispered while he held me. I buried my face in the fabric of his shirt. My shoulders shook with silent sobs and he carefully rubbed my back.

After a while my breath became heavier and my eyes closed.

"Catty, you can't fall asleep in here", he whispered with something close to panic in his voice. It was no use and he sighed before he rose from the bed, lifted me into his arms and carried me back to the tent where Susan and Lucy still were asleep.

"Please", I muttered, half asleep as he covered me with the duvet. "Don't leave me."

In some seconds he only stood there, but then he sat down, and in a hushed voice he sang a lullaby I had heard many times like young.

The next morning...

"Catty, come on! You have to see this!" It was Susan's voice which woke me up that fatal morning when so much happened.

"What are you talking about?" I groaned and tried to cover my head with the duvet.

"Catty, come on! We're waiting for you outside, and you'd better hurry!"

I yawned and sat up. I blinked at the surroundings in some seconds, and then I got up from the bed and dressed in the same green and silvery dress as the day before. Someone had washed away the blood, and it looked perfect.

I yawned again while I hurried out of the tent. Peter, Susan and Lucy were standing outside, staring up at a hill.

I frowned up at it. "Is that who I think it is?"

Just a second later Aslan and the dark haired boy made their way down to us. They both stopped in front of us and I stared at first the boy, and then at Aslan. Edmund was back. How? I had no idea.

"What's done is done. There is no need to speak to Edmund about what is past", the great lion said before he left us. An awkward silence lay upon us.

"Hello." Edmund was the first to break it. Lucy smiled, ran over to him and hugged him. He laid his arms around her, and for the first time at many months I saw the same boy as the one I used to play tag with before the war.

When they let go of each other, Susan was the next to hug him.

"Are you okay?" she asked with a bit of concern in her voice when she let go of him.

"I'm a little tired", he admitted.

I glanced at Peter and wondered what he was going to say. It was something about his look that made me stay away from him right then. Instead I turned to Edmund with a smile.

"Do I get a hug to?" I asked in a joking tone.

"Well, I guess so", he replied with a weak smile and I pulled him into a hug.

"It's wonderful to have you back", I said when I let ho of him. Again I glanced up at Peter.

"Get some sleep", was all he said. Edmund nodded and went toward the tent he shared with Peter.

I laid a hand on the oldest of the siblings' shoulder. He looked into my eyes before he turned to Edmund again.

"And Edmund", he called. The young boy stopped and saw back at us. A small smile had appeared on Peter's face. "Don't try to wander of." Edmund smiled back at us before he went into the tent.

I smiled. "Finally we're gathered again."

Peter's smile grew wider. "Yeah, and you know what?" I, Lucy and Susan saw at him with asking looks. "Finally I can relax and not be afraid that one of you might die."

I began to laugh. I didn't understand why, it only came. The others also began to laugh, and soon we were hunting each other between the tents.

We had decided to wait with the breakfast until Edmund woke up, and I sat between the two tents. A faun had found a book to me, and it was really interesting.

Someone fell down beside me and I peeked up at Peter. He didn't look at me, but I knew he sensed every movement I did. With a small smile a returned to the pages in the book.

We sat like that for some minutes, only enjoying each others company, then Peter turned to me.

"Catty?"

"Hm?"

"You know that I liked you since sixth grade?"

"Well, to me you were always like a brother", I replied, still without looking up from the book.

"No, I mean like-" he tried to explain, but then he stopped. "You're not listening to what I'm saying." Then he took the book out of my hands and closed it. He had a playful smile on his face.

"Give it back!" I exclaimed and tried to catch it. He smiled and held it out of my reach. I sat up, but he only pushed my back. He leant over me and pinned me to the ground, still with that playful smile.

"Are you sure you want that book?" he asked.

"Yes, please", I replied and rolled my eyes.

"Here you go", he laughed, handed me the book and moved away from me. "You just lost a kiss."

I stared at him in some seconds, then I sat up and pushed him to the ground with me over his chest. "Are you sure about that?" I asked with a smile before I lowered my head to kiss him.

"What are you two doing?" I lifted my head. Edmund stood outside the tent and stared at us. I blushed and moved off Peter who sat up. "Don't tell me you was going to kiss him", Edmund continued.

"And what so?" I replied, still blushing. Edmund only shook his head and stared at us in unbelief.

Peter got to his feet and helped me up. "Well, shall we ask the chefs to bring the breakfast here?"

I nodded and hurried to the 'kitchen'. On the way I found Susan and Lucy and told them about the breakfast-plan. Susan joined me, while Lucy ran back to her brothers.

About one quarter later we were gathered around the table eating. Peter stood with his back against a rock behind Edmund, and held a cup of tea while he stared to the sky, obviously thinking about something really important.

"Narnia's not going to run out of toast, Ed", Lucy said with a grin at her brother. He just replied with a smile and continued eating.

"I'm sure they'll pack something up for the journey back", Peter said. Everyone went silence and stared at him. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"We're going home?" Susan finally asked with a sad expression.

I bit my lower lip. To me it had seemed as if we in silence had decided to stay and fight against the White Witch, and then they would become heroes while I...

"You are", Peter replied Susan and returned to his place by the table. "I promised Mum I'd keep you safe, but it doesn't mean I can't stay behind and help."

"But they need us!" Lucy exclaimed. "All of us!"

"Lucy, it's too dangerous", Peter argued.

"But she's right", I said. "We can't just go back and wait there until you return. We can't stay there without knowing what happens to you. Peter, I can't go back there, knowing you might die and never return. It would tear my soul apart!"

"Lucy almost drowned", he reminded me. "You almost died, and Edmund was almost killed!"

"Which is why we have to stay", Edmund said and interrupted Peter before he could continue. The young boy's voice was nothing but a whisper, but it still took everyone's attention. "I've seen what the White Witch can do, and I've helped her do it, and we can't leave these people behind to suffer for it."

In silence I agreed with him. I had never been so happy to have him there in my whole life. Maybe it was a risk, but I could at least stay by Peter's side until the war was over and done, and then... we would see what happened after that.

"I suppose that's it then", Susan said and rose.

"Where are you going?" Peter asked and turned to look after her.

She picked up her bow, quiver and horn. "To get some practise", she replied with a grin.

One hour before dinnertime...

I quickly learned that I hated fighting with a sword. I would much rather use magic, but Aslan insisted that I had to learn how to protect myself without using it.

"Up with your arms, come on!" a centaur called Oriel told me.

"If you tell me that once more, I'm going to separate your human side from your horse side", I muttered when I did as he said.

Again I tried to hit him with the sword, but he easily blocked it, and then the sword left my hand, flew through the air and landed more than a yard away.

"You're dead, again", the centaur told me, and it was true. The last hours he had trained me, it hadn't gone very well. I was terrible when it came to swordfight, and Oriel's way of teaching didn't help much either. "Take a break", he said. "Meet here again in five minutes."

I sighed and went to find some water.

When I returned, I stopped to watch Peter and Edmund.

Edmund was doing really good, much better than me, and I didn't even want to try to compare myself with Peter. It was possible to see that he had used the time as good as possible. Oreius was standing at watching the two brothers fighting, and from time to time he came with an advise like: "If you hit him there, he'll fall and lose his sword."

"Are you prepared?" Oriel asked behind me.

I wanted to cry. Why was it me who had to get the strict teacher? I bit my lower lip to stop it from trembling. My arms hurt and I was covered with dirt after falling so many times.

I picked up the sword which still laid on the ground, and then we began again. Oriel instructed, and I did my best. It didn't work well this time either.

My eyes watered and I blinked to hold them back. Unfortunately, it distracted me enough for Oriel to knock the sword out of my hand again. This time he didn't even bother himself with telling me the fact that I was dead.

I turned away from him so he wouldn't see the tears which ran down my cheeks. I hated swordfight. I hated the sword. I even hated Oriel and his stupid way to try to teach me something I couldn't understand.

"Come on, pick up your sword", he encouraged me. "And by Aslan's Mane, stop crying!"

I turned to him and felt the anger inside me grow.

"Why can't you just understand that I'm not made for swordfight?!" I yelled at him.

In shock he took a step backward, but then I saw the anger flash in his eyes. "Because every person can learn to fight!" he replied with a cold voice. I clenched my fists.

"Well, then I'm no person!" I yelled back. "'Cause I can't learn how to fight with a sword, and especially not with your training!"

"It's nothing wrong with my training, but the student who is too stupid to learn!"

I froze. We had the whole training pitch' attention.

Then I spun around and ran.

"Catty!" I heard Peter shout, and then I felt his arms around me. I buried my face in his chest and cried. He didn't say anything, but it didn't matter.

"Maybe you should come and train with me, Ed and Oreius", he suggested when I calmed down.

"But... I can't handle a sword!" I cried and looked up at him.

"Shhh, I'm sure you can", he whispered and dried my tears away. "You have to listen to what your heart tell you, not... other persons." At the last two words he send Oriel a look that clearly said 'I wish you nothing but death'.

"Fine, return to your jobs!" Oreius barked to the crowd who had gathered. Soon everyone had returned to their jobs, and the dark centaur came over to us.

"You two", he said to Peter and Edmund. "Two horses are waiting for you over there." With his sword he pointed over to the other side of the training pitch.

I bit my lower lip and held on to Peter. I didn't want him to leave me with the centaur.

"What about Catty?" Edmund asked with a look at me. To my surprise I saw concern in his eyes.

"I shall take care of her", Oreius replied.

"Peter", I whispered pleadingly, but he gently loosened my grip around his shirt.

"Oreius is the best trainer you could have, and though he looks quite strict, he really isn't." I stared up in those blue eyes and couldn't believe what I heard. "Go, now. I'll come back in about an hour."

I swallowed and forced the tears away. Then I nodded. Peter kissed my forehead before he smiled at me and whispered: "I know you can do it." I replied with a small smile.

The two boys hurried over to the two horses and I turned to Oreius.

The centaur handed me a staff. "Let me see what you can. Try to attack me."

I took a deep breath before I lifted the staff and swung it in something that would have been a deadly bow. The staff had the perfect weight distribution for me. My smile became wider. Then, all of a sudden, I swung it toward Oreius's shoulder. He parried easely and I dived under the saff he held. I hit him in the side before I jumped out of his way.

We continued like that for about an hour before Oreius suggested a pause.

"You're a good fighter", he remarked when he put away the staffs. "Next time we can use the swords."

Suddenly a beautiful, white unicron appeared, and on it's back sat Peter.

"Oreius! Catty! The White Witch have demanded a meeting with Aslan!" he shouted, and just a few seconds later he stopped in front of us. He reached down to me and pulled me up behind himself. I laid my arms around him, and together with Oreius we rode to Aslan's tent.

Nearly the whole army had gathered outside the huge, red tent.

I and Peter joined Susan, Lucy and Edmund. Aslan stood outside the tent and stared at the small dwarf who came up toward him, announcing: "Jadis, the Queen of Narnia, Empress of the Lone Islands!"

Behind the small man, the White Witch came. She sat on something looking like an armchair, carried by four cyclops. They placed it at the ground and the dwarf stepped aside with a bow to her.

I stared at her as she rose and came toward Aslan. There was no sound to be heard.

"You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan", she said. Her voice wasn't high, but it took everyone's attention.

"His offence was not against you", the lion replied.

"Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?" Jadis nearly shouted.

"Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch!" snarled Aslan. "I was there when it was written."

Jadis smiled, but without humor. "Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me." My breath went faster and I glanced at Edmund who stood beside me. He was pale, and the camp was quieter than before.

"His blood is my property!" she said.

Peter unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the false queen, just as I took up my bow. A shining white arrow appeared. I heard more sword being pulled from the sheaths.

"Try to take him then", Peter said.

The Witch turned back to us. "Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right, Little King and Queen?" she asked in a bored tone. Then she turned back to the reason why she was there, Aslan.

Peter took a step back and lowered his sword. I let the arrow disappear.

"Aslan knows, that unless I have blood, as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned and perished in fire and water", the Witch declared. Around us people gasped, and I was sure they would be quite able to give Edmund to her. "That boy", she pointed at Edmund, and instinctively I stepped in front of him, "will die on the Stone Table... as is tradition. You dare not refuse me."

I stared at Aslan. He couldn't let it happen. He couldn't let her take Edmund. In some seconds his brown eyes met my violet eyes, and I could see he already had decided what to do.

"Enough", he said. "I shall talk with you alone."

My eyes widened. What had he planned to do?

Beside me Edmund sank down at the ground, shivering, and laid his face in his hands. I sat down beside him and gently laid an arm around him.

"He can't let her take you", I whispered. Edmund didn't answer.

After about a quarter, most of the others had sat down too, and three quarters after that the Witch came out through the entrance to the tent.

We got to our feet and stared at her. She only saw at us with hate in her eyes. I swallowed and took a step backward. Aslan appeared after her as she went down to her chair.

"She has renounced her claim of the Son of Adam's blood", he announced. It felt as if something really heavy dropped from my shoulders. Peter pulled Edmund into a hug, while I came from the other side. The young boy grinned.

"How do I know your promise will be kept?" the White Witch suddenly asked and stared at Aslan. In reply, he let out a warning roar. The Witch dropped into the chair with a hint of fear in her face.

The crowd cheered loud and I smiled. Aslan was really the best.

Well, I know this chapter was really long, but still.

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