Three days later I sit on a rock wearing, for the first time in a very long time, clothes for a warm day. The top of my dress is black, but the skirt is red, like fire becoming dark smoke. My tall lace up sandals go up to my knees and my hair has two braids at the sides of my face brought back to meet each other, while the rest of it is left hanging loose on my head, frizzing from the sudden heat. I watch the white trees miraculously turn green, pink, and white, meaning after such a long time of winter, spring is finally here. I feel the presence of someone behind me, but don't turn away from the scene. I know I will never get to see this again.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

I recognize the deep tone of the voice, even though I haven't heard it for a hundred years, it is still a part of me, of everybody. I spin around suddenly. I wrap my arms around Aslan's soft mane and stay that way for awhile. When I finally pull away, he gives me a serious look.

"The children are coming, but one of them has betrayed them for the white witch."

"Oh no... But the prophecy—"

"He will be freed."

I calm down, and a horn sounds, the children are here! I rush to the sound of the horn to see Lucy, a girl about fifteen, and a boy slightly older than her walking with the beavers.

"Why are they staring at us?" The girl asks.

"Maybe they think you look funny," Lucy says and then spots me in the crowd and her face lights up. I grin back and we wave to each other.

~🔥~

Later, I am talking to the other girls, apparently the one that is my age's name is Susan.  The two girls start to play in the water, but if I get into water myself, bad things could happen. They find a towel and pull it off the branch, revealing a wolf. He growls at us, and we climb a tree. I throw fireballs at the wolf but they don't do anything.

"Back down sweetie, you know that if you turn yourself in, everything will be easier," He says to me. "You've been fighting us for so long, a hundred years, correct? Wouldn't it be nice to just take a break?"

"I will never abandon my word!" I reply.

"That's it," Susan says, and blows her horn. Their oldest brother comes and draws his sword.

"GET BACK!"

What a drama queen.

He points the sword at the two wolves.

"Come on,"one literally barks at him. "We've already been through this before. We both know you haven't got it in you!"

"Peter! Watch out!" Susan cries. Aslan comes and steps on one of the wolves with his ginormous paw. Some of the centaurs raise their weapons.

"Lower your weapons, this is Peter's battle," Aslan says.

"You think you're a king, but you're going to die," the remaining wolf says. "Like a dog!" He jumps onto Peter, and the sword slices right through the wolf. I hop down as Aslan releases the remaining wolf, helping the other two girls down.

"Follow him," Aslan says. "He will lead you to weapons." Someone brings me my horse: Ash. I hop onto the black horse and follow the wolf to find the enemy camp, where everyone except for a dwarf is in a tent probably planning. As I slowly creep toward the dwarf, I realize that he is guarding a tied up boy, but not just any boy, Edmund.