Chapter VIII: The Witch

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"I'd give my life for hers, in every lifetime."

Enzo sat shovelling food into his mouth, Peters brooding figure a slight deterrent,

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Enzo sat shovelling food into his mouth, Peters brooding figure a slight deterrent,

"I'm sure they pack something up for the journey back." Susan's brows furrowed, her expression perplexed as her stare flickered between Peter and Enzo's knowing gaze,

"We're going home?" Peter pushed of the bolder, drink in hand as he sat amongst his siblings and friend.

"You are. I promised mum I'd keep you three safe, but it doesn't mean I can't stay behind and help." Lucy shook her head confidently refuting his statement.

"They need us, all five of us." Enzo shook his head gazing at the young girl with a fond expression,

"I'm supposed to protect you, all four of you and so far I've done a shit job, but if it means taking you back then I'll do it." Peter nodded voicing his agreement,

"It's too dangerous, you nearly drowned and Edmund was almost killed." Enzo nodded Susan's hand grounding him as he spiralled into a frenzy of self destruction,

"Which is why we have to stay. I've seen what the White Witch can do and I've helped her do, and we can't leave these people behind to suffer for it." Susan sighed loudly standing, as she meandered toward where her bow and horn lay,

"We'll I suppose that's it then." The siblings all gazed at her confused as she spoke,

"Where are you going?" Enzo rose to follow her with a small grin his sword strapped across his back,

"To get some practice."

Enzo rose valiantly duelling with Peter and Edmund laughing as their swords crossed blades sparks flying at the contact,

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Enzo rose valiantly duelling with Peter and Edmund laughing as their swords crossed blades sparks flying at the contact,

"Enzo! Peter! Edmund." Mr Beaver ran his chest heaving breathlessly as he spoke,
"The Witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan, she's on her way here."

Enzo ground his jaw harshly riding toward Susan and Lucy as he hoisted them upon his stallions back.

The five stood together eyes narrow as they observed the witch, each stood behind Enzo, the eldest boys stance protective as the monarchs watched.

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