The Lion is an Angel

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Chapter 8: Aslan Camp.

Henry's POV

Never in my life have I seen the season change in one day. The trees and flowers were blooming; the snow was melting, and the animals coming out to play. Already countless birds shake their wings and spreading them wide in a large stretch before taking themselves to the sky. Lucy and I were in awe in the sight. Even our older siblings were amazed in the day of spring till all was green and dry. It's never like this in London. It practically takes weeks of not a month for the snow to melt or drenched away by rain. Now it's like the country side.

We walked the early morning with Mr. Beaver up ahead leading the way. By noon (or at least Beaver said with the sun over our head) we reached a clearing. There was indeed a campsite up ahead; Tents in colors of reds, orange, and yellows with banners of lions. It was like one of those fairytales scenes Agnes would read to me. The days when the kings army prepared for battle. Also what made this fairytale extraordinary are the creatures. There were fauns like Mr. Tumnus, and dwarves nearly the same height as Lucy and I, Centaurs who are half human and half horse, and other mythical creatures that never been told. Including other animals who wonder around the camp as a soldier instead of predators.

Peter, Susan, and Lucy walked ahead of Agnes and me while beavers walk close by. Mrs. Beaver fussing over her fur though Mr. Beaver assures her she looked beautiful. It was strange though. Having all these magical creatures staring at us in awe, curious, and surprised. Some stop forging their weapons while others look up. Yet we continue walking with the Narnians following us. Okay…this is awkward.

"Why are they all staring at us?" Susan asked.

"Maybe they think you look funny." Lucy answered.

Instantly all of us chuckled at that.

Up ahead stood a large tent on a rock pedestal. A centaur stood next to hit tall and intimidating as if he was the king's guard. His fur black matching his hair along with a blank look like one of my teachers who suspects you're cheating. We all stop standing in a row with the crowd in every direction. Peter drew his sword and lifted it in the air. Not sure what to do I mimic him.

"We've come to see Aslan," Peter announced.

The crowd murmured as the dark centaur looked at him inspecting every detail. A moment later he nods his head to the tent. Everything's goes silent as everyone stares at the large gold and red tent. A soft growl could be heard then everyone bowed to Aslan who lies on the tent. A large paw pushes the flap aside before a lion came out. I couldn't help but smile to see a lion this close. Also the same lion from my dream when first coming to Narnia. Soon we all bowed to the great beast, Aslan.

"Welcome, Peter and Henry, Sons of Adam. Welcome Susan, Lucy, and Agnes, Daughters of Eve." Aslan greeted. "And welcome to you, Beavers. You have my thanks. But where is the sixth?"

"That's why we're here sir." Peter replied sheathing his sword as we all got up. "We need your help."

"We had a little trouble on the way," Susan added.

"Our brother has been captured by the white witch."

"Captured?" Aslan repeated a slight growl noted. "How could this happen?"

"He . . . "Mr. Beaver started, "Betrayed them, your Majesty."

"Then he has betrayed us all!" the dark centaur bellowed, riling up a crowd.

"Peace, Oreius." Aslan warned calmly, "I'm sure there's an explanation."

"It's my fault, really." Peter said ashamed, all eyes on him. "I was too hard on him."

"We all were," Susan added placing a hand on her brother shoulder.

"Sir, he's our brother." Lucy included. Worry noticed in her voice.

"I know, dear one. But that only makes the betrayal all the worse." Aslan replied. "This may be harder than you think."

We all stood there in silences. It would be hard than we would think. I look at Agnes who started at Aslan with a neutral expression. Yet her green eyes were amazed and I took her hand. This was definitely not a fairytale any more. Not like one of her books.

"You've come from a long journey and must rest. Please, you are welcome here and make yourselves comfortable." Aslan finally said.

After Aslan said that a few women with green, leafy hair, pale green skin, and garments made of foliage. They walked over to us taking the girls hands leading them to a tent. Agnes seemed hesitant since she and I would be separated. A part of me didn't want her to go. Not after what happened this morning. But Peter placed a hand on my shoulder and nodded at her. Relief calmed her face as she followed the green women. Meanwhile Oreius gestured Peter and me to another tent.

The tent was large while inside decorated with lots of tapestry, chest, two hammocks, and countless cushions in one area. I looked at Peter amazed as his eyes widen as well. This would be what the Tudors lived in when traveling. All garnished with rich materials.

"All right, Henry, um….how is your leg…braces?" Peter asked.

I stopped and looked at my braces. With all the excitement and adventures, I had forgotten about them. Sitting on top of a chest, I checked on the braces seeing they were somewhat worn. The screws were loose and leather straps frail. But it looked fine for now.

"It's okay….I think." I answered.

Oreius looked at them strangely, "What armor is this?"

"It's not armor, they're braces." I replied. "My back is as crooked as a question mark. These shoes are going to make me as straight as an arrow. They're my magic shoes."

Peter laughed shaking his head while Oreius stood there confused not quite getting it. It doesn't matter; I'm proud and happy-optimistic kid not caring what people thing. So what if I'm a cripple, at least I can still walk, run, and climb. Afterwards Oreius told us where the clothes were and left us be to change. Peter opens the chest and took out clothes that could possible come from the Middle Ages. All tunics, wool or leather breeches, boots, and everything. Peter picked one shirt up and stared at it strangely.

"Come on, Peter," I said. "It's not so bad."

"You sure are an optimist boy, you know." Peter commented.

I shrugged digging through the chest till finding a tunic and placed it in front of me. Sadly it was too big. It went down to my knees and it appears more like a dress than shirt. A slight lift of Peter's lips came up from his amusement as we searched in the chest for better clothes to wear.

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Agnes POV

The girls and I were by a stream next to a canopy. The dryads were generous enough to help us get washed up and dressed in Narnian attire. It's been a while since we all dressed up, though a bit awkward to change in the open area in the forest where people could see. Luckily a drape of fabric in a square form gave us some privacy to change.

Lucy was first as she'd changed into a blue dress with embroidery on the chest of silver fines. Then Susan changed into a green archers dress while wearing a chemise underneath. When it was my turn to change, a dryad handed me a linen dress similar to Susan. However instead of green like Susan's the fabric color was burgundy with short sleeves. Putting on a chemise then the dress, to find it slim and fitted in the bodice area and hemmed trimmed details around the collar and sleeves. Somehow it felt soft like drapery that I wonder if this is what royals wore back in the day.

Once we finished dress, putting on boots or flats and have our hair done. Though found it strange when they put accessories of vines and anything nature related. I fiddle with my braided hair standing next to Susan as the dryad left to fetch some food.

"You look like Mum," Lucy complimented her sister.

"Mum hasn't had a dress like this since before the war." Susan sighed.

We all look at Lucy who smiled, "We should bring our mums back one." Lucy suggested. "A whole trunk full?"

"If we ever get back," Susan said solemnly. I sighed, and poked Susan in the rib. She flinched till turning back to see her sister pout. "I'm sorry I'm like that. We used to have fun together, didn't we?"

"Yes." Lucy agreed. "Before you got boring?"

"Oh, really?" Susan challenged.

"Uh oh," I chuckled.

Susan kneeled down and splashed water at Lucy. Lucy gave a high screeched before splashing back. However Susan dodges the water assault and got me instead. I yelped, instantly splashing back at Lucy while getting Susan. We spend a few minutes splashing each other laughing, giggling, and such. Once we were done, walking back to the canopy. Susan wen to grab a towel hanging on a branch. The moment she yanked the cotton sheet down, a loud growled bellow out follow by a bark.

We screamed seeing none other than Maugrim and another wolf. The two grey wolves looked exhausted limping a bit as they walked towards us.

"Please don't try to run." Maugrim ordered. "We're tired. And we prefer to kill you quickly. "

Susan stared at a tree then at her horn. Next she tossed the towel at Maugrim distracting the wolves to fetch her horn while I took Lucy to a tree. Quickly we climbed up but not too high for the wolves could easily jump to chomp on our legs. Nodding at Susan she blew her horn.

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I know it's been forever! But classes have gone insane and got addict to a role playing form. I'll try to continue the best I can.

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