Between The Pages Part 1- Anyna

It Was Only Doing Its Job!

Ah we love cold hard reality.

So anyway yes, walking back in the right direction again, Lucy was in front of us so joined in the conversation every so often and Peter and the beavers were far ahead.
I was just nocking one of the arrows onto the bow, when the ground underneath my feet trembled so violently it gave way underneath me and I crashed onto the grass, dropping Susan's bow and arrow. The tremors within the earth became stronger and Lucy and Susan were forced to hold onto the nearest tree. I was absolutely terrified. I couldn't get up off the floor. It had to be an earthquake. A huge tree smashed down near Susan and Lucy screamed. Then a huge shape rose upwards blocking out the sun, so everything and everyone went dark and my heart leapt in my chest. Peter's sword flashed silver in the corner of my eye and yelled something but his voice was drowned out by a roar form the dark shape towering over us. I heard Lucy scream (again) and then scrambled out of the way as yet another huge trunk fell down, snapping Susan's bow in half.
Oops.

I didn't have time to think about what the ominous black figure was, because all I could think was "this isn't supposed to happen this isn't supposed to happen this isn't supposed to happen!" over and over again.

Peter yelled another inaudible thing and I watched as he charged towards the black figure. I thought I heard Susan call my name.
The ground trembled again and I choked on the soil that flew into my face, eyes watering. I didn't know what my body was doing I wasn't even aware I was still crouched on the floor asking for the Doctor to save me under my breath.

There was a ringing in my ears and soil in my hair and eyes. I couldn't see or hear. My nose was clogged up with the smell of the earth on top of this pungent manure smell that I could only assume came from the figure Peter was battling with.

Someone helped me to my feet- i'm not sure who- and dragged me under a tree where Lucy Susan, Peter and Mrs Beaver were pressed against Sylia's trunk, their mouths wide open, gaping in fear, their faces pale. Mr Beaver was suddenly by my side and my ears stopped ringing just in time to hear him bellow:
"GIANT!"
And I nearly threw up.
"Why is a giant after us?!?" Susan panicked.
"The White Witch! She must have sent it after us!"
"She has giants?" Peter asked incredulously.
"Ssshh!" Mr Beaver hissed, we fell silent.

The giant took another thundering step forwards squashing more bugs and a few squirrels.
Peter drew a finger to his lips. We waited behind Sylia, Eden and Jess (trees, Gila! keep up!) with baited breath. Several times, bile rose in my throat and on the third time the ground trembled, I very nearly choked on it.
Several more seconds passed.

All at once, the giant's huge fist came crashing down slicing the top of half of Jess (poor Jess) and exposing Peter. Without warning, the giant scooped Peter up as easily as though he were a piece of bread- okay i'm not sure what that simile was, sorry everyone- and lifted him off the ground. Lucy screamed (again- geez she really needs to stop).
"LET HIM GO!" Susan yelled. The giant paid no attention; he lifted Peter higher and to our horror, started to squeeze.
My stomach had turned inside out. Mr Beaver ran forwards and began to claw at the giant's feet in a desperate attempt to cause the giant enough pain to release Peter. The giant was indifferent to Mr Beaver's attempts.

Suddenly everything made sense. The river, Father Christmas, the nature. I wasn't supposed to be here. This was happening because of me. And if I didn't do something now, then Peter would die and then Peter would have never existed and Narnia would never be a published book.

Well, wasn't I so clever back then?
That was sarcasm Percy, you don't need to comment on that.

Before I even processed any of what I was about to do, my feet moved forwards on instinct and I ran- sorry flew- upward until I came face to face with the giant.
Its face looked like a worse version of Umbridge. A huge fat nose with two gaping nostrils the size of caves sat between two beady small black eyes. Pointy rotting yellow teeth hung out of the mouth and I swear I saw some mould on its chin. The faeces -infested muddy smell from before was now so strong, I couldn't smell anything afterwards for a good next hour.