11 | the battle

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"Erin!" Peter shouted and I looked at him.

For some reason without words being said I knew what he wanted me to do and what the plan was.

We were cornered.

Peter faced his back towards me and I did the same. We were looking at seperate ways. Guarding each other's back.

Then they attacked.

Then they attacked

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{ one of the greatest battle scenes in the galaxy }

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{ one of the greatest
battle scenes in the galaxy }

We ended up killing all of them. Not gonna lie, that was epic.

"Fall back! Draw them to the rocks!" Peter yelled.

"That's the signal! Get ready!" Mr. Beaver said.

"Fire!" Edmund shouted then the eagles began to throw boulders up in the air.

I kept on fighting the other creatures making my way to the witch. I got hurt and got scratched, but I kept going and killing anything that was on my way.

 I got hurt and got scratched, but I kept going and killing anything that was on my way

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~ 3rd POV ~

"Ed! There are too many of them! Go! Get out of here! Get the girls, and get them home!" Peter shouted at Edmund and he just looked at him.

"Come on, you heard him!" Mr. Beaver said and Edmund starts to leave, but sees Erin with the White Witch then decides to go back.

"Peter said to go!" Mr. Beaver told Edmund.

"Peter's not King yet!" Edmund bolted to go to Erin, who is now fighting the Witch.

He rushed down the hill where Erin was and saw that a dwarf was going to hit Erin at the back using it's sword, but he stopped it before it even happened.

//  Erin POV  //

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// Erin POV //

I slashed my sword unto the witch and it didn't hit her. If she still has her wand, I can't go near her due to the fact that she'll turn me into a statue. I had to keep my distance towards her, but still be able to take some hits.

She almost got me with her ice powers, but I was able to dodge it and slice it

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She almost got me with her ice powers, but I was able to dodge it and slice it. She kept on coming after me and at this rate, I'll die.

But then I remembered what being a warrior meant. A soldier is a person that will give their lives for the sake of their people.

I then came close to having contact with her and then immediately took her wand and broke it into pieces. She then cried out a scream, but right after she took out her sword and instantly stabbed me.

It was the choice I made.

I laid down there at the ground looking at the beautiful sky and I began to think.



Today was a good day.

Even if Aslan died.

I got to eat good food.

I got to talk to everyone at Aslan's Camp.

I got to wear this cool outfit.

I got to ride a horse.

I got to fight.

I got to be a hero for Narnia.




I got to talk to Peter, Edmund, Susan and Lucy even just for a little bit. I loved everything that has happened to me at this point.

My eyes were slowly shutting down and I heard someone familiar calling my name.

"ERIN! ERIN!"

The person kept on crying out my name as I drift to sleep.

I saw the person's face

Edmund...

"Erin! You'll be alright- I promise!" He held me tightly on the ground.

He kept on talking more, but I couldn't hear some of the words he was trying to say. I still see his face even though it was blurry.

"Erin!" Another person called out my name.

A voice of a person that I ever loved deeply. I felt a tear sliding through my eyes. For the last time, I saw the face that I have always admired. That I have always loved.

I felt Peter carrying me.

"Erin! I love you..."

Those were the last words I heard.

Today was a good day


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