Chapter 3

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Winter had disappeared and it was as if it had not existed a while ago

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Winter had disappeared and it was as if it had not existed a while ago. The earth shone through the cold patches, life reclaiming its right to thrive and to be seen.
Instead of the cold harsh wind, the newcomers were met with warm, comforting air.
Everything seemed to be at peace as the three pevensie children looked down at Aslan's camp.
They had finally made it.

Led by the beavers, the 3 children made their way through the camp, as different creatures ranging from the smallest mouse to the biggest centaur turned to look at the sudden arrivals.

"Why is every one staring at us?", the older girl, Susan, whispered to her sister.
"Maybe they think you look funny", Lucy, the youngest of the children, giggled cheekily.

The boy walked ahead of the two sisters, his eyes focused on a distant centaur.
He was rather worried, to say the least. Apart from having his brother in the possession of the witch, the Narnians around him were probably hoping they would fight in the war.

Reaching a centaur who seemed to be in charge, the boy uncased his sword. "We've come to meet Aslan".

The centaur looked to a tent, that rustled and to the Pevensie's surprise, a lion walked out.
Watching him, the children had no doubt that it was indeed the magnificent king of Narnia.

"Welcome Peter, son of Adam. Welcome Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve. Welcome Beavers, you have my thanks", the lion spoke. "But where is the fourth?".

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