Selene
I hugged Susan, maybe for the last time. She was my best friend. The first true friend I'd had in my life –that wasn't related to me-.
I hugged her siblings, whom had been like siblings of my own.
Finally, I hugged Peter, the only person who had truly made me feel good about myself. Like I was worth caring about. For some strange reason, I didn't want to let go.
When I did, I turned and left to the battlefield. I led my group to a cave, not far from the frozen meadow where the fight would take place.
We waited, and then we heard it, the battle cry that meant that we were to charge.
"For Narnia!" I yelled, then my horse went upright than charged towards the battle. Everyone followed. We took the Witch's army by surprise. I fought hard, defeating every opponent. I had never seen any dwarves or elves or fairies before. They were no match for me, though. I slashed through their bodies like they were made of clay. I yelled, scaring and intimidating them.
It was fun.
At least until I looked to Peter's flank. I was in time to see him fall, clutching his stomach where a dwarf was pulling out his sword.
I realized how stupid I'd been, how utterly stupid.
Because love is worth fighting for.
I was supposed to lead my little army, but I didn't care about them anymore. All I cared about was that the person that had helped me, comforted me, and respected, me was dying. He was the only man I had ever felt safe around, the only one who I wouldn't be afraid to marry.
I charged.
I cut the dwarf that had stabbed my Peter in half. I got off the horse and hid Peter so no one would harm him, and then I jumped back on the horse. I spotted who I wanted and went to her.
"Lucy! Healing Cordial! Now!" I yelled at her. She stabbed the person she was fighting.
"Why?" She asked. I didn't have time for this.
"Now!" She tossed me the vial and I was already on my horse, forcing it to run faster. Suddenly, an elf appeared out of nowhere and stabbed it. I jumped off the horse, doing a flip in mid-air, taking the elf's head with me. I found Peter right where I left him, still unconscious. I opened his mouth and he opened his eyes a bit.
"Selene?" I nodded hurriedly.
"Drink." I commanded him. He swallowed the potion I gave him. The effects were immediate. The colour was back in his face and although I couldn't see his wound I was sure it was healing. Soon, he got up and took my hand in his, a sword in the other. And we ran into the battle, fighting as one.
I knew Jo would be proud, because I had lived up to his words:
Be brave.