A/N Hey guys so this story shoud be done by the time I go back to school, which is Tuesday, maybe wensday if it keeps snowing. This is just a filler chapter, sorry it's short. I would update faster but most of my family is sick... It sucks.
I stormed in to my room. It wasn't much but I liked it. The walls were stone like the rest of the How. My weapons rested in the corner and along one of the walls lay a pile of blankets and a single pillow. near the door was a small rickety table with a mirror and washing basin.
I let out a yell of frustration and rammed my fist in the mirror. Peter was being unbelievable. Sending these people to die. What was he thinking?
I glanced down at my hand. Blood was flowing out of several cuts left by the shards of mirror that now littered the floor. I didn't feel anything, I didn't know why. Whether it was because of the blood pumping through my veins at an alarming speed, or the fact that i just didn't care. I didn't notice the tears flowing down my cheecks until a knock brought me from my thoughts. I quickly brushed them away and opened the door.
Edmund stood outside. He didn't wait for an invitation he just walked in.
"Did the mirror insult you?" he asked with a smirk. I looked at the mirror then at my hand.
"No just letting off steam." I sighed.
"Peters just trying to do what he thinks is right Willow." He said gazing at me.
"Even if it's sending men to die for nothing?" I asked. His gaze dropped to the floor.
"I never said he was right." Edmund sighed. Of course he wasn't right I sneered in my head.
"He'll come around eventually." he continued.
"Go get something from Lucy for your hand." He said walking out
I sighed and left my room trudging down the hallway. I made my way to wear Aslan's memorial was held. I entered and saw Lucy sitting on the stone table. She looked up as I walked in and her eyes widened when they grazed over my hand.
"Oh my Willow! What happened?" she asked standing up.
" I got into a fight with my mirror." I said sheepishly looking at the ground. I heard her chuckle.
" And it looks like it may have won." she smirked.
She appoched me and unclasped the cordial hanging at her side. She let a drop fall into my mouth. I felt it begin to work and all that remained was dried blood.
"Thank you." I stated flexing my fingers. I looked up and found her gazing at me.
"Did all that really happen?" she asked. I took a deep breath.
"Yea it really did." Before I could comprehend she had wrapped her arms around my waist in a hug. I squeezed her back.
"Although it wasn't all bad, I made new friends like Caspian and Trufflehunter." she smiled up at me.
"Thats proof that things always get better..."
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The Return
Fanfiction***UNDERE MAJOR EDITING*** Willow thinks she failed her country. The memories of the war still haunt her after all those years. She has no hope left. Thats the thing Aslan taught her to have was hope. But after he left and then the Kings and Queens...
