9| 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫

A griffin made a loud caw. We were on the battlefield. Peter turned his head as the griffin turned around and made his way toward us. He looked straight again as the griffin hurried next to me. 

"They've come, your highness. In numbers and weapons far greater than our own!" he gasped. 

"Numbers do not win a battle," Oreius reminded. 

We all looked forward. 

"But I bet they help," Peter said. 

"They do," I agreed. "But we have something they don't. Something worth fighting for. But what are they fighting for? Land. Power. That's not what we are fighting for, are we, Peter?" 

Peter looked back once more before taking out his sword. As I stared into the White Witch's cold eyes, shouts erupted from our side and trumpets blew. 

The White Witch's side also erupted with shouts as they ran towards us. My heartbeat is faster as I looked back at Edmund and Daphne, who looked determined. 

I could hear Daphne and Edmund's swords cling. Peter looked at me. I nodded. He put down his sword toward his horse's eyes. 

Griffins soared over my head. I smiled as I saw the stones in their claws. One at a time, they dropped their stones, hitting the White Witch's army. But the White Witch's army was ready — a little. Some of them aimed their arrows toward the griffins. And one by one, they started to fall. 

"Are you with me?" Peter asked Oreius. 

"To the death," Oreius replied. 

"Are you with me?" Peter asked me, looking recent. 

"Eleanor would say no. But Eleanor Evans would say yes," I said. "To the death, Peter." 

Peter managed to give a small smile as we all looked back forward. 

"FOR NARNIA!" Peter yelled holding up his sword, "AND FOR ASLAN!" 

"FOR NARNIA AND FOR ASLAN!" we all yelled. 

I urged my horse to go forward. It felt good getting revenge. Peter lead us into the triangle formation. Our army and the White Witch's army soon collided. 

"DON'T!" I shouted as a dwarf aimed up toward Edmund and Daphne as I grabbed my sword and stabbing him. 

I looked up to see the White Witch's bears slowly pulling her toward the battle. 

Somewhere in the distance Edmund and Daphne yelled, "FIRE!" 

And as soon as they yelled at me, a Phoenix hurried in front of me, shooting fire. 

Our army cheered. But it was too early. The White Witch had ice powers — using her scepter, she managed to extinguish the fire, making her way toward us. 

"Fall back! Drive them toward the rocks!" Peter yelled. 

Again, I urged my horse to follow Peter and Oreius. I looked back to see if Edmund and Daphne understood the signal. They all were hurrying back. Yes! They did!

I made my way through the rocks, looking at Daphne and Edmund to see if they were ready. Tons of arrows moved over me, falling toward the ground at such speed that you couldn't imagine. I manage to look up as I heard a familiar voice. Ginabrik. He was pointing his arrow toward Peter's horse. 

"NO! PETER!" I hollered. 

But it was too late. Peter's horse flipped and Peter flipped with it, falling to the ground. 

Oreius looked back. He looked at the rhinoceros next to him. As Peter blinked, I looked back to see the White Witch, on her chariot, hurrying to us. 

As I turned back again, Peter managed to stand up. Oreius was hurrying past Peter. Oh no. 

"No!" Peter yelled as Oreius made his way past him. His face was ghastly as if he had seen the worst thing ever. 

"Peter!" I yelled as I made my way to him. "Peter —" 

Tears fell from my eyes as the rhinoceros hit a few animals and tripped over. Oreius jumped over the rhinoceros, making his way to the White Witch. He held his sword ready.

He managed to jump over the White Witch, nearly killing her. Nearly. But she ducked and Oreius fell over. As the was about to strike again, the White Witch was all ready for him. She used her scepter and made him a stone. 

"NO! OREIUS!" I yelled, angrily. "YOU GHASTLY, POWER-HUNGRY —" 

"No, Eleanor!" Peter yelled as he tried to calm me down. He grabbed my shoulder. 

"THE MURDERER! THE GHASTLY MURDER! SHE DESERVES TO DIE! I'LL MAKE SURE TO KILL HER!" 

"Yes, I'm sure you can —" 

"NO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" I yelled, shoving Peter off. "Oreius was the only one who knew about my parents after Aslan, Peter." 

"Then, you'll murder her," Peter said quietly. "But you know we can't win this war without you, Eleanor." 

Making Oreius into stone angered the griffins. I could notice that they swooped down, at the highest speed, going toward the White Witch. I stumbled up. 

"NO!" I yelled. "NO, LISTEN TO ME, SHE'LL KILL —" 

But it was already too late, as the griffins swooped down, the White Witch was ready for them. She  - again - used her scepter to make them into stone. 

Peter turned. 

"EDMUND! he yelled to Edmund who was fighting a few of the idiots on the White Witch's side with Mr.Beaver. "THERE'S TOO MANY, GET THE GIRLS AND GET THEM HOME!" Peter ducked a minotaur. 

Thinking quickly, I took out my bow and arrow and aimed toward him. 

"Daphne!" I yelled to Daphne. "Daph, get out! Get out of Narnia! Go with Edmund, live with someone, please, get out!" 

Daphne looked over her shoulder. I could hear the word, "Why?" leave her lips. 

"Daphne, it's for your own good!" 

"You heard them," said Mr.Beaver, grabbing Edmund and Daphne's hands. "Let's go!" 

Daphne and Edmund scurried up. 

I ducked as another minotaur of the White Witch's army aimed for me. 

"Forgot who I am?" I growled at him. "I'm Eleanor —" I ducked — "Evans! Daughter of Orpheus and Aurelia Evans!" 

I kicked it in the stomach. 

I could hear Mr.Beaver yelling, "Peter said get out of here!" 

"Peter's not king yet!" Edmund yelled. I could see Edmund hurrying over to one person. 

"Edmund!" I yelled. "No! Not the White Witch, you —" I ducked another arrow. 

Edmund aimed for the scepter. Oh of course! How could I have been so dumb? The scepter! But the White Witch ducked just as I stabbed the minotaur to watch. 

When she tried to stab Edmund, he took his sword and cut straight through it. A huge blue glow erupted from it. Daphne gasped from several feet away. 

From the White Witch's anger, she turned Edmund's sword and stabbed him. I gasped as Edmund slowly fell to the floor; Peter yelled, "EDMUND!" and I was pretty sure Daphne was now crying. 

That was it for Peter. His face was all red, he hurried past me like a torpedo. 

"Peter!" I gasped. "No, Peter, no!" 

He struck the White Witch, but the old fool dodged it. He kept striking and she kept dodging. Finally, she gave Peter what I called "The Sword Face Move." Peter fell. Blood streaking down his forehead, Peter jumped up, attacking the White Witch again. This time, she took her two swords and aimed for his throat, but Peter was quick enough to duck. 

There was a sound. A roar. I turned my head to see a familiar face, 

"Aslan!" I yelled, tears rolling down my eyes. "Aslan! You're alive!" 

"Impossible," I heard the White Witch mutter. 

There were a few more people I recognized. Susan, Lucy, a few fauns, some other people and —

"Sybill! Arion!" Daphne's voice echoed. 

I heard the slashing of swords behind me, so I turned to see the White Witch and Peter fighting again. 

I could hear Aslan and the others hurrying over, their shouts echoing. The White Witch turned Peter's sword and touched his ankle and made him fall. Then she stabbed him in the shoulder. Peter yelled in agony. 

"THAT WAS THE WRONG THING TO DO, JADIS!" I didn't realize I yelled, but I made my way to the White Witch. 

"Traitor," she whispered. 

"Fight me," I whispered. "Fight me like you fought Mother and Father, the witch." 

She struck for me but I dodged it. But there was a slight ache in the elbow. I looked quickly and realized blood was flowing down like a river through it. The White Witch struck on the shoulder, and I couldn't dodge it. I yelled as I fell down. 

"No!" I heard Daphne's voice yell; "El!" Arion yelled and Sybill yelled - the most un-Sybill-ish thing, "NOT MY SISTER YOU OLD BAT!" 

But Aslan had already done it. He leapt on the White Witch and roared loudly. 


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