A/N: Hi, part 2! Yay, its done. Next time the Battle of Beruna and the Pevensie Coronation. Don't forget to read and review.
Molly was shaken awake the following morning by Lucy. "Molly, you need to get up. The White Witch is coming," the younger girl said urgently. Molly lifted herself half off the cot disoriented, and half expecting to be in her bedroom mulling over a bizarre dream.
"Who's the White Witch?" she asked obviously still sleepy. Lucy moved over to the side of Molly's cot and started to pull the larger girl from her cot.
"She's the reason we're going to fight a war" Lucy said as Molly reluctantly made her way to the clothing chest and pulled out another dress. This time she pulled out another simple dress, but in more of a reddish hue. Molly also looked for some armor. If she was going to be in the presence of the enemy, she would need some sort of protection. After all the witch might try something while her entourage was in the camp.
"Lucy would you help me lace this up," Molly asked. Lucy nodded and had Molly turn around so she could tighten and tie the strings. Molly made sure that she could breathe and move, before leaving Lucy in the tent in search of some breakfast.
After wandering around camp for a few minutes, Molly found the table that had been set of the humans. Peter and Edmund sat around the table nervously picking at their food. "Good Morning," she said sitting down and moving some sausage and toast to her 'plate' along with a few pieces of fruit. Neither of the boys answered. Molly simply assumed that they were too absorbed in thought and searched the table for coffee. She would need at least a cup before this witch made an appearance if she wanted to be in top from.
A faun walked by the table, as if checking to see if the humans needed anything. Molly waved him, she thought the faun looked like a him, and asked "Is there any coffee?"
The faun looked at Molly as if she had an extra head for a moment. "What is coffee?" he asked.
Molly looked at the faun and tried to explain, "It's a brownish liquid made by pouring hot water over ground up roasted beans." The faun's eyes held a glimmer of recognition, "you mean tea?" he questioned. Molly shook her head, "coffee is stronger than tea, a lot stronger." The faun bowed his head and apologized for the lack of "coffee" and moved on to see if Peter and Edmund needed anything. Both boys shooed the faun away saying they were capable of eating breakfast.
After breakfast Molly was halfway to the practice field when a horn sounded across camp. She turned and walked quickly to the center of camp and Aslan's tent. When she arrived the white witch's entourage had just reached the clearing in front of Aslan's tent. Molly positioned herself behind the Pevensies in an attempt to be more of a safety net than the front line. Aslan emerged from his tent as the witch stepped from her dais.
"You have a traitor in your midst," the witch called to entire camp, which had gathered around to hear her demands. There was a collective gasp. Aslan merely blinked and looked at the witch with a "so what" look on his face.
"His offense is not against you," he said
"Have you forgotten the Deep Magic ?" the witch countered
"Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was made." Aslan growled. Molly did a little air punch and whispered, "Go Aslan!"
"Then you will know that the boy belongs to me," the witch said pointing to Edmund,"That boy will die on the Stone Table." Molly and Peter stepped forward. Peter pulled out his blade and Molly stepped in front of Edmund in order to shield him from the witch's gaze.
"Come and take him then," Peter challenged.
"You think that a simple threat will deny me my right, little king? Aslan knows that if I do not have blood as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned, and perish, in fire and water." The Witch said. Molly rolled her eyes, "drama queen much," she mumbled under her breath just loud enough that Edmund could make out the words. The rest of the camp was outraged by the idea of Narnia perishing.
"Enough, I shall talk with you alone," Aslan said before turning and heading back into his tent.
The white witch followed Aslan into the tent. The rest of camp stood anxiously. Molly stayed near Edmund as his protector, much to his displeasure.
Minutes became hours, and soon the entire camp sat just outside Aslan's tent waiting to see what would happen. Molly watched as Edmund and Lucy made sport of pulling at the grass and twisting it this way and that. She contemplated pulling out her sword and polishing the blade, but decided against it, as everyone in both parties were on edge, as if any slight movement would lead to a fight. Instead, Molly amused herself by sneakily prodding Edmund and gauging his reaction. The first few times she prodded Edmund he simply ignored her, but after the fifth and sixth times Edmund finally snapped.
"Would you stop that already," he said to her. Molly simply laughed and ignored the outburst. Minutes after Edmund's comment, Aslan emerged from his tent with the White Witch, who returned to her dais.
"The witch has renounced her claim on the boy's blood," he said.
The witch turned around to sit in her dais, "how do I know you will keep your promise," she asked.
Aslan roared in her face, causing most of her party to turn and nearly run out of camp. The moment the witch had left the entirety of Aslan's camp burst into cheers. Lucy, however, realized that something was wrong, for the only one who seemed sad was Aslan.
The rest of the day Molly and the Pevensies trained. Orieus had deemed that Molly did not need his instruction in swordsmanship, and directed her to the archery fields. Molly insisted that she at least be allowed to spar the boys as they progressed, she was in need of practice regardless of her ability. Orieus agreed and promised to find her at the end of the day for a short sparring match.
At the archery range, Molly was amazed at the skill and concentration required to use the bow and arrow affectively. Susan truly impressed her with the constant string of bulls eyes Susan managed to make. Unfortunately, Molly turned out to be complete rubbish at archery. She understood the general concept and go through the motions of nocking the arrow and draw back without problems, but in the four or five hours Molly had practiced, not a single arrow had hit the target. Once she managed to make the arrow hit the very edge of the target. That arrow had then ricocheted into the back of another target.
Molly's sparring session with Edmund went much better, than the archery lesson. This time, Edmund gave her a run for her money, if it had not been for one missed block on Edmund's part the match would have ended in a draw. However, that one mistake ended the match with Molly's blade dangerously close to Edmund's neck.
Dinner that evening was a noisy affair, with the four siblings talking about their experiences training that day. Molly sat quietly munching on what she hoped was some sort of bird, it tasted like a weird cross between chicken and turkey. There was plenty of vegetables and fruit as well, but Molly had never really been a fan of vegetables, unless it was her mom's green beans with bacon. She tried some of the beans, and made sure to eat an apple.
Around the table fauns danced and played music to entertain the humans. Molly couldn't help but smile. The entertainment reminder her of watching television with her parents during meals.
That night, Molly tried to turn in early, but because she shared a tent with Susan and Lucy, sleep took longer to come as they talked for what seemed like hours. Eventually the pair fell quiet and Molly drifted off to sleep.
The next thing Molly knew, she was being shook awake by Peter. "Pervert!" she screamed sitting up in bed poised to smack him.
"Calm down Molly," Peter said jumping back from her bedside. He took a deep breath, "Molly, Aslan's is dead."
She jumped out of bed and rushed to get dressed. Peter looked at her as she raced around in a plain nightgown. "Then, I assume we're going to war," she said looking for her armor.
"yes, we meet the witch at Beruna at midday." Peter answered. Molly nodded as she found what she was looking for and dressed quickly.
"Then we better get planning," she said strapping her sword belt on.
In Aslan's tent, Orieus, Peter, Edmund, and Molly stood around a table that held a map of the area surrounding the chosen battle field. Molly's thoughts forced her to remember her years playing Risk and Civilization. She pointed to the hillside that looked to be rocky on the map.
"Orieus, it that an outcropping of rock?" she asked pointing to the area. "Yes," he answered. Molly looked over to Peter and Edmund, they were after all the 'leaders' of Aslan's army now.
"Peter, what if we use the outcropping rock and the hillside. It'll give us the advantage of cover for our foot soldiers, and provide platforms for archers. Also, it's perfect to gauge the size of the witch's army before it gets to close," she said.
Peter nodded, "that does make the most sense." Edmund nodded in agreement. Then, his eyes widened.
"Peter, remember how the Nazi's bombed London," Edmund said. Both Peter and Molly nodded.
"What if we did the same thing, but use Griffins and boulders," he continued. Molly smiled and Peter looked amazed his little brother had come up with something so brilliant.
"Looks like we've got a plan," Molly said an evil smirk on her face.