My First Fan-Fic

Lucy suddenly looked up. "Susan," she whispered.
"What is it?"
"I just remembered something."
"What?"
"Susan, I forgot to tell Emily to come back into the camp earlier this evening!"
"Lucy, you mean that -" Susan stopped and both girls were hit with a sudden realization.
"Your Majesty," growled the wolf, "we have the girl. What do you want us to do with her?"
Susan and Lucy looked at each other, and then at the prisoner. The prisoner turned her head, and somehow, met their eyes. Emily! Lucy gasped. Emily turned her head away quickly.
"Take her back to the camp," the Witch said. "I'll deal with her after we've crushed the others."
 
Susan and Lucy then had to lay flat on the ground to keep from being seen as the Witch and all of her army left. Once they were gone, the girls stood and looked around. All was quiet. They approached the Stone Table slowly. Aslan still lay on it.
Lucy suddenly ran over an climbed up to sit beside the still figure of the Lion. Tears beginning to roll down her face, she pulled out her cordial.
"It's too late," Susan said. "He's gone."
Lucy put her cordial away and sat, stroking the face of the Lion.
"He must have known what he was doing," Susan whispered. Tears were making their way down her face as well.
Finally, both girls buried their faces in Aslan's soft fur and cried. Suddenly, Susan sat up. There were mice crawling all over Aslan.
"Get away!" Susan cried. "Get away all of you!"
"No, Susan!" Lucy said. "Look!"
The mice were chewing away the cords that bond Aslan. Finally, when they had all been chewed through, the mice left again.
Hours passed. Morning was coming, fast. A bit of pink was showing on the horizon.
"We should go," Susan said.
"But we can't leave him!" Lucy said.
"Lucy, there's no time! The others have to know."
Lucy looked around and then she said, "The trees."
"What?"
"The trees. They could take the message to Peter and Edmund."
 
The trees took the message for Susan and Lucy back to the camp. Peter and Edmund were asleep when the it reached them because it was still very early in the morning. Mr. Beaver, who had just been wakened up, took the message to the boys. When he entered the tent, Edmund sat straight up, completely forgeting what had happened the last time that he had done that. So, he ended up flat on his face on the ground, again.
That woke Peter up. He sat up slowly and glanced over at Edmund. "What happened to you, Ed?" he asked, grinning. Edmund stood up and dusted himself off.
"Um, nothing," Edmund said quickly.
Then, Peter noticed Mr. Beaver. "What is it, Mr. Beaver?" he asked.
"We have just recieved grave news from your sisters," Mr. Beaver said.
"But aren't the girls here in the camp?" Peter asked.
Mr. Beaver shook his head. "No, they aren't."
 
Emily sat on the ground, bound hand and foot, with her legs tucked up under her. She had a cut just above her left eye and a bruise on her chin. She didn't look at her captors, who were pacing back and forth all around her, shouting insults. The Witch had taken the rest of her army with her to fight the Narnians, leaving the five that now watched her behind. The Witch had given orders not kill her, because Emily knew that the Witch wanted to do that herself; but she was afraid that these creatures would not follow orders and kill her anyways.
She was again sinking into despair. She had seen Aslan dead upon the Stone Table. At first, she hadn't believed it. Now, though, she had to. She wondered if Susan and Lucy had been found in their hiding place or not; if Peter and Edmund would be ready when the Witch came.
 
Susan and Lucy stood up to leave the Stone Table. The sun had not quite risen yet, but they had to leave. Susan put her arm around Lucy's shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. Both girls were devestated. As they walked away, Lucy looked back at Aslan one last time. She started to cry again.
Just as they reached the stairs leading down the hill, though, there was a very loud 'crack!' and the ground beneath their feet shook, throwing them both to their knees. Once it stopped, they turned around quickly to look.
The Stone Table was broken in half, and Aslan was gone.
"Where's Aslan?" Lucy asked.
"What have they done?" cried Susan. "Is it more magic?"
"Yes, it is." Both girls turned around again quickly.
"Aslan!" They ran and buried their faces in the Lion's great mane.
"We saw the knife, the Witch," Susan said. "What's going on?"
"You aren't - a ghost, are you, Aslan?" Lucy asked.
The Lion smiled and asked, "Do I look it?"
Lucy laughed. "No Aslan, you don't!"
In answer to Susan's question, Aslan said, "The Witch knew of the deep magic, but she did not know that there was a magic deeper still. When a willing victim who had commited no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Stone Table would crack in two and even Death itself would start working backwards."
"We must tell them, then!" Susan said. "Peter and Edmund will have gone to war, and they must think that there is no hope!"
"We have to help them!" Lucy said.
"And so we will, Dear One; but we have some work to do first."
 
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