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Buffy crouched down, a sword in each hand as she looked between her two opponents, waiting for one of them to make a move. As one they both lifted their swords and charged and Buffy met them head on, her swords clanging against theirs. They used both hands trying to over-power her but she deftly spun away from them and out of reach, spinning first one way, and then another as 2 arrows whizzed past her, her swords reaching out to deflect them before moving to stop the swords again.
"Oh come on, no one can be that good." Edmund cried. "we're horrible at this, aren't we?"
Buffy relaxed, re-sheathing the swords at her back. "Actually, you guys are doing great. You and Peter definitely have more power and Susan and Lucy's aims are almost dead on. Don't forget, Slayer abilities and I've been doing this a lot longer."
"Should we not learn to fight as well?" Susan asked as she and Lucy joined them.
"No, it's too dangerous." Peter protested.
"They need to know." Buffy gently told him.
"No." Peter said again. "I don't want them to get hurt."
"You can't protect them from everything. If they learn and are caught somewhere, they have a better chance of surviving. Without it, they're sitting ducks."
"What's wrong with us sitting, Miss Buffy." A duck asked as he waddled by.
Buffy groaned as she shook her head. "Really? At this exact moment? A talking duck."
"Are you all right Buffy?" Lucy asked.
"Yes." She replied. "I'm still not used to the talking animals. They give me the wiggins."
"Wiggins?" Peter asked.
She was also not used to all the British 1940's talk. No one here understood her slang or her pop culture references. It was so unfair.
A rumble started through the camp, slowly getting louder, until it reached the 5 of them near Aslan's tent and they were finally able to make out what was said.
"The White Witch."
Buffy moved to step in the middle of the path that all the animals had cleared for the infamous white witch. She knew the story, she knew this was who had to be defeated, and if it was up to her, she would've gone in one night and taken care of it herself. She had argued the point of how quickly it would be, how there would be no war and no lives lost. But Aslan had said under no circumstances was she to do that. This war was beyond her skills alone. She didn't get it and they spent a lot of time arguing it until Aslan had used that big forceful voice and she knew if she did anything, there would be, quite literally, hell to pay.
Upon seeing Buffy, she raised one white gloved hand stopping the procession in its track.
"So you are one of the daughters of Eve?" She asked, looking down her nose. "One of Edmund's sisters?"
Buffy smiled. "not quite."
"You are a human child, are you-" she stopped, tilting her head to the side. "I smell power. Who are you?"
"Not to sound cliche, but considering where I am, I doubt it's been heard here, I'm your worst nightmare."
“You speak differently.” The White Witch noted.
“But I can still kick your ass the same.” Buffy shot back.
"I have no use for you, child, you may go." She made a hand motion as if to shoo her away and Buffy's eyes narrowed.
"You did not just shoo me away." She stepped forward, only to feel a pair of arms wrap around her waist, holding her back.
"Yes, now this must be one of them." The white witch said as she stared down at Peter, who was holding Buffy.
"Enough." the low, calm, powerful voice of Aslan came through the camp, halting everyone in their tracks.
Jadis lifted her eyes to him. "You have a traitor amongst you, Aslan."
"Traitor?" Buffy asked Peter, whose arms still held her back. "Who is she talking about?"
"His offense was not against you." Aslan replied.
"Remember how I said there were some issues with Edmund when we first came here?" Peter explained as the Jadis and Aslan spoke of the laws.
"Well Edmund was taken by the queen and offered us all up to her before he realized she was evil."
"Every traitor belongs to me." The White Witch finished.
Lucy and Susan gasped as Edmund looked on in fear.
"Over my dead body." Buffy said, easily breaking Peter's hold. She knew she could’ve done it before but she wanted to see where this was going.
"Buffy." Aslan started, his voice sounding tired.
"Just try and take him." A beaver cried moving up on one side of Buffy as Peter stepped up to her other side.
"Do you really think your master can rob me of my rights?" Jadis asked, an eyebrow raised at them.
"Master?" Buffy, cried. "I don't know who you think you are, but I don't have a Master."
"Buffy." Peter exclaimed, grabbing her hand to pull her back.
"Oh come on Aslan, just let me do away with her now, that will solve everything."
"You do not scare me, little girl. And Aslan will dare not refuse me."
"Little girl?" Buffy cried.
"Peace, Buffy." Aslan soothed. "What she says is true."
"You are not giving Eddy to this-this bitch." Buffy protested. "You want me to protect them, how can I do that if you're handing one over to the enemy."
"You said you'd help him, you said he was safe." Lucy cried, throwing her arms around her brother.
"Enough, I shall talk to you alone." He motioned to the White Witch and they disappeared into his tent.
"Unbelievable." Buffy seethed, turning away from Peter and kicking a rock. "Who does she think she is?"
"The queen of Narnia." Mr. Beaver told her.
"self-proclaimed, right? That means nothing. Eddy, she's not taking you."
"You-you're not mad at me?" Edmund asked.
"No. So you made a mistake. If I had a nickel for every time my friends or I were taken in by the enemy, only to find out how evil they really were... well, I'd have a lot of nickels."
"Nickels?" Lucy asked.
Buffy scrunched her nose. "Um, money, pounds, whatever you guys use."
Lucy smiled and Buffy moved over to sit where the 3 younger Pevensies were seated. "He's not going anywhere. I won't let him."
"What do we do now?" Peter asked, joining them.
The Slayer frowned as she looked at the tent before turning back to her new friends. "We wait. See what they come up with. Then I'll play it by ear."
Hours later and the 5 humans sat, still waiting. Susan and Lucy were both curled up with Edmund, quietly talking amongst themselves. Buffy sat with her eyes closed leaning against Peter who had wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in beside him awhile back. She went with it, trying her best not to look into it too much. He was only doing this for comfort. He feared for his brother and knew that if Aslan were to fail, she would not.
"The White Witch has denounced her claim on Edmund."
All 5 turned to look where Aslan and the White Witch were exiting the tent.
"How will I know your promise will be kept?" Jadis asked as she entered her carriage.
In response, Aslan roared and the White Witch fell back into her seat, making a hasty exit out of the camp.
Everyone cheered, Edmund looked relieved and Peter squeezed Buffy's shoulders.
"Oh Edmund, you're safe." Lucy cried, hugging her brother.
Peter smiled at his siblings before turning to Buffy. "If I didn't know any better, you look downright upset you got to do nothing to the queen."
"Am I that transparent?" She asked with a wry smile.
"Buffy, may I speak with you alone?" Aslan asked, turning back into his tent without waiting for an answer.
Buffy stood up, Peter's hand trailing down her arm to give her hand a squeeze before she pulled away. She shot him a small smile before moving into the tent.
"You like her." Susan said as soon as the blonde had disappeared.
Peter looked back at his sister. "Of course, don't you?"
"Not like you." Edmund said with a small knowing smile.
"What are you talking about?"
Lucy giggled. "You fancy Buffy."
"I do not." He denied.
"You better be careful, Peter." Susan warned. "After this is done, we'll be going back to England. Buffy will more than likely go home as well.”
"No, she won't Su. She died in her world, remember?"
"Just please be careful, I don't want you to end up hurt."
He shrugged, sending one last look to the tent before standing up and telling Edmund to do the same, their swords meeting moments later.
"So what's the what?" Buffy asked as she entered the tent.
"I must take my leave tonight."
"You're bailing?" She asked in disbelief. "Doesn't this war start soon? And you're bailing?"
"If there was any other way." he replied, with a tired sigh.
"You’re the all-knowing higher power, make another way."
"I did not call you in here to argue. Tonight, I must leave and I do not know if I will return in time."
She opened her mouth to speak but he held up a paw to silence her.
"The White Witch will make her move tomorrow, I am leaving the camp with you and Peter as their leaders."
"What are we supposed to do?"
"You are a great warrior Buffy, and you have taught the children well. You will do what you do best and lead them. You and Peter will be a great team."
"And there's no other choice for you?" She asked.
"Sadly, there is not." He closed his eyes and for a brief moment Buffy saw a look of weariness cross his face.
He reopened them and looked her straight in the eyes. "Can you do this, Buffy? Can you lead them?"
As Buffy stared into his eyes, she saw the weariness at this unnamed reason he had to leave and she knew if he could, he would be there helping them all, as his heart was truly here and not to wherever he was going. And as she looked deeper, she saw the hope, strength and love he held for all of Narnia and especially the Pevensies, and above all else, the confidence he had in her.
"I'll do it." She told him without thinking. "tomorrow, we defeat her."
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