Nine

                                    

                                          
The call of a Griffin sounded through the air as he flew over the army and laned down beside Peter.
                          
"Sire the Witch's army is almost upon, in numbers and weapons far greater than our own." He panted.
                          
"Numbers do not win a battle." Oraius said proudly.
                          
"No, but I bet they help." Peter stated.
                          
With The Sisters


                          
Waking up next to the Great Lion and their sister, the girls realized that they couldn't stay there forever.
                          
"We should go." Susan said standing and helping her little sister of the Stone Table. But as the girls were descending the stairs, something magical happened. The earth shook and the Stone Table cracked.
                          
"Susan!" Lucy called as she stood back up and that her sister and Aslan's bodies were gone.
                          
"Where are they?" Lucy questioned.
                          
"What have they done?" Susan whispered thinking that the Witch was somehow involved.
                          
Looking up the girls saw their sister and Aslan standing there in all their beautiful glory as though nothing had ever happened.
                          
"FREYA!" The sisters yelled rushing forward.
                          
"But how? We saw the knife and the Witch-" Susan started.
                          
"If the Witch had understood the true meaning of sacrifice, then she might have interpreted the Deep Magic differently." Aslan spoke up. "When a willing victim who has committed no treachery, is killed in a traitor's stead, the Stone Table will crack, and even death itself would turn backwards."
                          
"We've already sent word that the two of you were dead. Peter and Edmund would have gone to war." Susan explained.
                          
"We have to help them." Lucy declared drawing her dagger.
                          
"And we will, but we won't go alone." Freya spoke up.
                          
"Climb onto my back. We have far to go and little time to get there. And you might want to cover your ears." Aslan warned as he lowered himself to the ground allowing the girls to climb on. Letting out the loudest roar he had ever managed in his life Aslan took off towards the Witch's castle.
                          
Back to the Battle

                          
As the armies continued their battle Edmund called forth the Phoenix to catch fire to the ground hoping to give Aslan's army enough time to fall back. But it was all for not. As the White Witch used her staff dispel the flames and to continue forth.
                          
"FALL BACK!" Peter called. "FALL BACK!"
                          
As the army pulled back into the mountains they knew so well they hoped it would give them a better advantage against their enemies.
                          
As the battle strove on Peter was knocked from his steed. Oraius seeing this knew he had to do something as the Witch was heading straight for the young King. Coming to a decision, Oraius prepared his swords and took off running towards the Witch.
                          
"No!" Peter yelled. But it was all in vain as his cry was drowned out by the sounds of clashing metals and screams of pain. Oraius leaped over the witch's head taking a swing at her with his blade in hopes of decapitating her but she had anticipated his move. 
                          
Spinning around in her chariot, the Witch blocked his sword and then prieced his side turning him into stone.
                          
With Aslan

                          
Freya's P.O.V

                          
Finally arriving at Jadis's castle of ice, went dismounted Aslan and ran inside. Some many people have suffered at the hands of this Witch but no more. I felt more anger boiling inside me as I looked around at all these innocent people. But one in particular caught my eye...Mr. Tumnus.