Excerpt of the Battle
The four friends sprinted through the dark forest, every second getting closer to the battle.
It was now sunrise. Mary looked out towards the eerie grey sky and the soiled battlefield. Down below in the gorge, the dark witch was gathering up her soldiers and preparing them for the war against Aunt Lucy and her troop.
The witches creatures were the most hideous ones that Mary had ever seen.
They had black hollow pitted eyes and their skin was a ghostly white, whiter than the most pure snow.
The monsters looked as though they had been resurrected from a hundred years.
They clustered around her listening intently to every command.
Aunt Lucy was next to prepare her soldiers. She rounded up unicorns, centaurs, elves, eagles and the great tree lords. The warriors stood shaking with excitement and anticipation, their weapons drawn and ready to proceed.
Mary could sense the tension in all the creatures, great and small. She was feeling nervous herself, as questions drifted through her mind. What shall we do if we fail to defeat Dusk and her army? A fearful shiver crept down Mary's spine just thinking about Dusk’s potential victory.
Almost reading Mary’s mind, Aunt Lucy reassured her saying “Don’t worry Mary, I know in my heart that we will be triumphant.
Dusk doesn’t stand a chance.”
Aunt Lucy looked brave and full of courage as she stood tall, towering over her enemies.
Suddenly there was a deafening shriek and Dusks monsters lurked out from behind the shadows and sprinted towards Aunt Lucy and her army, ready to attack.
Aunt Lucy's army immediately responded defending themselves with their swords raised.
“You must wait patiently here Mary until the battle is finished. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
Aunt Lucy placed a small bottle inside Mary's quivering hand containing a dark sapphire coloured liquid.
“Here is a special potion. It has powerful healing qualities. After the battle you must go and heal every soldier that has been wounded.” Without another word, Aunt Lucy drew her sword and galloped towards Dusk, ready for the fight to commence.
“We meet again don’t we Lucy” the dark witch cackled. “Indeed we do,” Aunt Lucy responded nonchalantly.
They circled each other. Dusk was the first to strike out. Aunt Lucy blocked her with her freshly sharpened sword. Their swords clashed upon each others viciously, as they fought.
Mary anxiously peered down at the battlefield shutting her eyes every time she heard a soldier howl in pain.
Without warning, Mary heard a thundering bellow coming from the battlefront. She saw Dusk wailing in agony. Aunt Lucy holding the blade of the sword against the dark witches throat. “I surrender !” Dusk cried.
In an instant Aunt Lucy had an overwhelming feeling of empathy and a sympathetic heart towards Dusk. Aunt Lucy was torn between what she knew what was right for Narnia or giving Dusk a second chance.
It was now sunrise. Mary looked out towards the eerie grey sky and the soiled battlefield. Down below in the gorge, the dark witch was gathering up her soldiers and preparing them for the war against Aunt Lucy and her troop.
The witches creatures were the most hideous ones that Mary had ever seen.
They had black hollow pitted eyes and their skin was a ghostly white, whiter than the most pure snow.
The monsters looked as though they had been resurrected from a hundred years.
They clustered around her listening intently to every command.
Aunt Lucy was next to prepare her soldiers. She rounded up unicorns, centaurs, elves, eagles and the great tree lords. The warriors stood shaking with excitement and anticipation, their weapons drawn and ready to proceed.
Mary could sense the tension in all the creatures, great and small. She was feeling nervous herself, as questions drifted through her mind. What shall we do if we fail to defeat Dusk and her army? A fearful shiver crept down Mary's spine just thinking about Dusk’s potential victory.
Almost reading Mary’s mind, Aunt Lucy reassured her saying “Don’t worry Mary, I know in my heart that we will be triumphant.
Dusk doesn’t stand a chance.”
Aunt Lucy looked brave and full of courage as she stood tall, towering over her enemies.
Suddenly there was a deafening shriek and Dusks monsters lurked out from behind the shadows and sprinted towards Aunt Lucy and her army, ready to attack.
Aunt Lucy's army immediately responded defending themselves with their swords raised.
“You must wait patiently here Mary until the battle is finished. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
Aunt Lucy placed a small bottle inside Mary's quivering hand containing a dark sapphire coloured liquid.
“Here is a special potion. It has powerful healing qualities. After the battle you must go and heal every soldier that has been wounded.” Without another word, Aunt Lucy drew her sword and galloped towards Dusk, ready for the fight to commence.
“We meet again don’t we Lucy” the dark witch cackled. “Indeed we do,” Aunt Lucy responded nonchalantly.
They circled each other. Dusk was the first to strike out. Aunt Lucy blocked her with her freshly sharpened sword. Their swords clashed upon each others viciously, as they fought.
Mary anxiously peered down at the battlefield shutting her eyes every time she heard a soldier howl in pain.
Without warning, Mary heard a thundering bellow coming from the battlefront. She saw Dusk wailing in agony. Aunt Lucy holding the blade of the sword against the dark witches throat. “I surrender !” Dusk cried.
In an instant Aunt Lucy had an overwhelming feeling of empathy and a sympathetic heart towards Dusk. Aunt Lucy was torn between what she knew what was right for Narnia or giving Dusk a second chance.