My First Fan-Fic

"What kind of work?" asked Lucy, curious.
Aslan smiled. "We have some buisness at the Witch's house that we must attend to."
"That's kind of a long way to walk, though," Susan said.
"You won't be walking," Aslan said. "You must ride on me."
"Oh Aslan!" Lucy said. "Really? May we?"
"Of course, Dear One. Climb up onto my back," Aslan said.
So Lucy climbed up, with a little help from Susan, and then Susan got on behind her.
"And now," said Aslan, "You may want to cover your ears, for I think I feel a roar coming on!"
Both girls covered their ears and laughed happily as Aslan roared. It seemed as if at that very moment, Aslan had broken every enchantment and every evil thing that had ever ruled over Narnia before. And indeed, He had.
 
Darkness and cold again. Despair. Why? Hadn't she already gone through this? Must it happen again? But this time, there was no voice, no laughter. All was silent; but somehow, the silence was much worse than the voice had been. Emptyness. Lonelyness. Silence. Cold. Darkness. "Hello?" her voice quavered. "Anyone? Aslan?" She sat for a while, shivering. No light pierced her world this time. Nothing. Only silence. "Please, help me!" she cried. Still, only silence as an answer.
 
"What do you make of it, Edmund?" Peter asked his brother. The two sat on their horses watching the Witch and her army appear on the other side of the open feild witch would soon become a battle feild. The army of Narnians stood behind them, gripping their weapons tightly and waiting.
"I'm not sure, Pete," Edmund said. The two boys looked at each other.
"Do you think we have a chance, though?"
"I don't know that either. All I know is that we've got to have faith. I know it sounds completely crazy and we're out numbered three to one, we've got to have faith. We can't give up. Aslan knew what he was doing; and he wouldn't have given us a job to do if he thought we couldn't handle it."
Peter nodded. "I see what you mean. Good luck, Ed; and be careful."
Edmund grinned. "I'll be as careful as I can, seeing that we're about to be plunged into a battle." Then he looked serious again and said, "Good luck to you too, Peter." And then he turned his horse about and rode around to where the archers were standing on a ridge above the rest of the army. He dismounted when he reached them.
Mr. Beaver looked up at Edmund. "Courage, son of Adam, courage," said the beaver.
 
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The Narnian country seemed to fly by Lucy and Susan. Riding on Aslan was like riding a horse, except it was much smoother, and Aslan was much faster than any horse. It was almost like flying.
"Where are we going, Aslan?" Susan asked. But Aslan did not need to answer her; for they were there already. The Witch's house loomed ahead of them, stark and foreboding. It was in sharp contrast to the beautiful flowers and bright blue of the Narnian sky. The gates was shut tight, and they could see no way in.
Suddenly, Aslan said, "Hold on tight!" And before the girls quite knew what was happening, they were over the wall and in the courtyard.
Lucy and Susan tumbled off of Aslan's back, but neither were hurt and they sprang to their feet quickly, surprised at what they saw. Statues, hundreds of statues, standing about them in the courtyard. Narnians that had been turned to stone.
"Mr. Tumnus," Lucy whispered, and she ran off among the statues, looking for her friend.
"Lucy!" Susan called, and then ran after her.
 
Be patient!! I KNOW that you know! But this part of the story is pretty important! You'll just have to hang in there. She's coming back in very soon. :p
 
Still slience. Nothing. Somehow, though, the silence seemed to be saying something. Emily shivered and shut her eyes tight, hoping to just shut everything out. "It's over; it's over," the silence seemed to be whispering. She wanted to scream that it wasn't over, but how could she be sure? She couldn't. As far as she could see, this was the end. The Witch would slaughter the Narnians and then kill her, as well as Susan and Lucy, when she found them. Where was the hope that she had been clinging to? She tried to grasp at it, but it seemed to just slip right through her fingers.....
 
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