The Chronicles of Thalia

Chapter 11- The Sacrafice

Okay guys I'm gonna do this!!!  I've got Passenger on and I am gonna write this scene after putting it off for a day and a half. Wish me luck here. we. go. 

I dash towards Devil Woman, launching myself between her and Peter just before she reaches him. Peter turns around, surprised to see me but I've already crossed swords with Devil Woman. "Thalia Rose." she hisses. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Witch." I hiss in reply. But she's had enough of conversation and sweeping her foot around me, trips me to the ground and is already bringing her wand around to turn me stone. I close my eyes, thinking of the butterfly I still had in my pocket. 

A snap of the wrist, a wave of a wand, and just like that a living creature is nothing more that a statue. What was once warm and beautiful and living was nothing more than cold, hard stone.

"Nooo!" I hear a familiar voice shout and my eyes snap open just in time to see Edmund's sword comes down over Devil Woman's wand. I had just thought, he did it, when the Witch reacted, bringing the shattered end of the wand into Edmund's gut. He falls on top of me, since I'm still laying on the ground from shock of what had just happened. Devil Woman smirks. 

"How cute," She coos. "Edmund and Thalia Rose doomed from the start-"

"Edmund!" Peter voice rings out. "Get away from them!" Peter charges the Witch, leading her away from us. I gently wiggle out from under Edmund, who is heavier than he looks and kneel beside him. 

"Edmund." I shriek. 

"Aaagh!!!" he shrieks in return. "I'm right here, Thalia." But despite his snarky remarks, I still notice his heavy breathing and see the pool of blood already gathering him around him. 

"Oh no. Oh, Aslan." I say, bending over him. "What do I do, what do I do?"

"For one thing," Edmund's voice is already weaker, "Don't panic."

"Okay." I take a deep breath. "Don't panic. I can do that. Not panicking."

"Also," Edmund whispers. "Shut up." He closes his eyes and for a moment I do shut up, listening to his labored breathing. 

"Edmund." I whisper. "Do you remember when we first met?" He smiles, so I continue. "Everyone thought we were going to get a long beautifully. But all we did was argue and argue. Drove everybody half insane." I laugh, actually laugh. "Do you remember the first thing I said to you. 'You need a haircut.'" Pushing, his hair out of his eyes I remark. "Five years later, you still need a haircut Edmund Pevensie."

A deafening roar shakes the battlefield. It couldn't be. I look to the hill to see Aslan leading troops, rushing towards where Peter and Devil Woman still battled. In one magnificent leap, Aslan is on top of the Witch and they're rolling the ground, one on top, then the other. I old my breath until Aslan rises, looks to Peter. Though he speaks quietly, I still hear his words. 

"It is finished."

Peter and his sisters are rushing over to us, now remembering Edmund, and they gather around us. Lucy pulls out a cordial and puts a drop of liquid from it on his lips. Edmund coughs and for a moment goes still. "Oh no," I whisper. Then comes our miracle. Edmund coughs and slowly begins to sit up. 

We all breathe a sigh of relief. As Edmund, I see Peter's shoulders silently shake, crying from relief. "When are going to learn to do as you're told." he says. I laugh, tears pouring down my cheeks and launch myself at Edmund. 

"Don't ever scare me like that again, you idiot." I say to him. He smiles at me, then turns away. We all look in the direction he turns, to see Aslan breathing on a stone faun bringing it back to life. Lucy looks down at her little miraculous cordial and breaks into a smile, running off to help Aslan.

That night, the entire camp is alive with celebration. Bonfires are roaring all over the camp and everywhere I go I can hear laughter and singing. Narnia was free again. Free to laugh and sing and play. And as proud as I am to have been a part of it, I was still a girl on a mission.

I find Edmund sitting on a log, away from the celebration. "You always were rather boring when it came to partying." I say, sitting down beside him. He laughs. 

"Yes, well, I suppose it takes a lot for me to see a reason to celebrate." 

"Oh, and winning a war and coming back from the dead isn't a reason to celebrate?" I ask.

"No, not at all!" he rolls his eyes. "But enough of that. I have a question for you."

"Mmmm?"

"Do you realize that if Lucy's cordial hadn't worked, your last words to me would have been that I needed a haircut." 

"Well, you do!" I retort.

"And so that's what you choose to tell me on my deathbed?" Edmund says incredulously.

"I was trying to be sentimental-" I start. 

"Oh, yes. Real sentimental that is." Edmund's not convinced.

"If you had listened to what I said before you would know-" 

"About how much we hated each other, you mean?" He laughs. "I think you have something to learn about sentimentality, Thalia Rose."

I fall silent upon hearing his nickname for me. "About that... Ed. I said a lot of thing I shouldn't have yesterday. I was so angry, and scared, and I know that's no excuse and I'm really sorry. I wish I hadn't said those things." 

It's Edmund's turn to fall silent. "You don't have to be sorry. You didn't say anything that wasn't true."

"That doesn't make it right." I say. "What I said was cruel and unjust and, Ed, when you were dying... I was scared, so so scared, I wasn't going to get to apologize."

"But you did and I'd already forgiven you." he says, I look at him surprised.. "Yes, Thalia. I forgive you." 

I groan, frustrated. "Couldn't you have been mad at me for a little bit? I mean, seriously, Edmund."

"Oh, I'm sorry for being such a good person." he chuckles. 

"It's infuriating!! You know, I've lost count of how may times you've saved my life since we arrived in Narnia?"

Edmund laughs outright now. "I'm sorry. Next time I'll let you die."

"Good." I say, getting up.  "I'm glad we've had this a chat. But if you'll excuse me, I have to see a lion about a butterfly."

"Excuse me?" Edmund ask, but I'm already walking away. I walk around the camp for about 15 minutes before I see Aslan, walking towards his tent. I run to catch up with him.

"Aslan! Sir!" I say, and he turns towards me. 

"Yes, Daughter?"

"I- I saw you could undo the Witches stone magic and well... when we were with the Witch, she turned a butterfly into stone and I kept it and its just, I was wondering if maybe you could-"

Aslan smiles at me. "Of course." I pull the butterfly out of my pocket it and hold it out. Aslan lets out a gentle, warm breath which tingles of my skin and I watch as the stone seems to melt of the butterfly. A few seconds later, the butterflies wings begin to flap and it takes off from my hand into the night sky. I watch it go with a smile. 

"Thank you, Aslan."

"You are welcome, Daughter."

Sorry this took so long, ya'll!!! It was a surprisingly hard chapter to write. Too many emotions for my poor brain to process. :-D Please comment and tell me what you thought!