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โ€ข chapter four


A lot had unfolded the day before. Sarina with her cousins had witnessed an army preparing for an uncertain purpose, leading her to speculate that a war might be on the horizonโ€”perhaps a significant part of their fate in this world.


As night fell, the group decided to camp for the night. The boys quickly drifted off to sleep, leaving Sarina, Lucy, and Susan awake under the starlit sky.


"Lucy, are you awake?" Susan called softly, breaking the silence. "Why do you think I didn't see Aslan?"


"You believe me?" Lucy asked, her voice barely above a whisper.


"Well, we did cross the gorge," Susan replied.


"I don't know. Maybe you didn't really want to see him," Lucy said, a hint of doubt in her tone.


"You always knew we'd come back here, didn't you?" Susan pressed.


"I hoped so," Lucy admitted.


Susan gazed up at the stars, her expression contemplative. "I finally got used to the idea of being in England."


"But you're happy to be here, aren't you?" Lucy nudged her sister.


"While it lasts," Susan replied with a sigh.


Sarina listened intently, a silent observer to the exchange. Once she was sure everyone, including Trumpkin, was soundly asleep, she quietly retrieved her wand. With a few precise motions, she began to cast wards for the night. Thank Merlin for Hermioneโ€”without her brilliance and insatiable curiosity, Sarina wouldn't have known how to perform such advanced charms. It was incredible how their constant study sessions (minus Harry and Ron actually studying) had prepared her for this magical place.


"Never hurts to be curious, huh," she muttered to herself after setting the final ward. Satisfied, she lay down beside Lucy, finally allowing sleep to claim her.


When Sarina opened her eyes again, morning had arrived. Everyone was still asleepโ€”except for Lucy, who had already slipped away into the woods.


"I hope she's not too far," Sarina thought, deciding to look for her. Suddenly, she felt a magnetic pull, a sensation so strong it stirred her curiosity. With her heart racing, she followed the feeling deeper into the woods.


The woods transformed around her, vibrant and enchanting. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a magical glow. A playful breeze danced through her hair, making her giggle as it swirled above her. Then, to her amazement, the wind coalesced into the figure of a woman, who pointed down a path. Hesitant but intrigued, Sarina followed as the trees parted before her, creating a clear trail.


As she walked, the path opened to reveal a majestic lion, looking directly at her. Recognition washed over Sarina. She approached him slowly, curtsying when she stood before him.


"You must be the Great Lion, Aslan. It is a great honor to meet you in person," she said, her voice steady despite her excitement.


"What a well-spoken young lady you are," Aslan replied, his voice deep and warm. "I am not surprised you know who I am. After all, you are quite intelligent."


As Sarina stood before Aslan, her heart pounding with both awe and urgency.


"What am I doing here?" she asked, her voice steady, "I understand if my cousins have a purpose here, but why was I brought into this?"


Aslan regarded her with a gaze that seemed to penetrate her very soul, "Everything is as it should be, Sarina. Your presence here is not an accident. You will come to understand what it means in time."


"There is this something... I can't really explain it but, this place feels so warm, and familiar. Like, the magic recognizes me..." she admitted, her brow furrowing, "I don't know if you already know about this. But, I want you to know that I am aโ€”"


"The nature of your bond with this land is unique," Aslan explained, his voice rich and soothing. 


"You possess a curiosity that will guide you. When the time is right, it will help you unveil your purpose here."


Sarina felt a warmth spreading through her, a sense of reassurance mingled with uncertainty. "So I just have to wait?"


"Yes, trust in your path," Aslan replied,"Your curiosity will lead you where you need to go."


As she absorbed his words, a wave of drowsiness washed over her. The world around her began to blur, and before she could protest, everything faded to darkness.


Sarina jolted awake, the familiar surroundings of the campsite coming into focus. She blinked against the morning light, her heart still racing from the vivid encounter. Was it a dream? A premonition, perhaps? She thought of seers and their cryptic visions that she learned during the Divination class.


But as she took in her surroundings, a sense of unease settled in. Lucy was nowhere in sight.


"Lucy?" she called, her voice tinged with worry. The woods were silent, and Sarina's heart raced as she pushed herself to her feet, scanning the area for any sign of her cousin.


As Sarina scanned the dense woods, a sense of urgency swelled within her. "Lucy!" she called out, her voice breaking the silence.


"Sari!" came the faint echo of her cousin's voice.


Panic surged as Sarina was unsure of which path to take. She glanced around before pulling her wand from her dress and casting a tracking spell.


"Locutus." A shimmering trail of golden light unfurled, guiding her deeper into the forest. She quickly dispelled the spell before anyone could see it and hurried in the indicated direction, her heart racing until she spotted Lucy standing amidst the trees.


"Sariโ€”"


"Lucy!" Sarina gasped, finally reaching her. She placed both hands on the little girl's shoulders, her breaths coming in quick bursts. "Don't... you ever... do that again, Lucy Pevensie!"


"I'm sorry..." Lucy's expression mirrored her remorse. Sarina enveloped her in a tight embrace. 


"You had me worried sick, you know that?"


"I'm really sorry, Sari," Lucy replied, her voice barely above a whisper.


Sarina instincts kicked in and her eyes widened in alarm. Before she could react, a figure emerged from the shadows, grabbing Lucy from behind. Sarina's hand was on her wand, ready to unleash a jinx when she saw Peter.


"Pete! I swear you and Lucy are going to give me a heart attackโ€”"


"Shh! Shh!" Peter hissed, his voice low. Sarina fell silent, the three of them crouched behind a cluster of bushes, and Sarina's breath caught as she spotted a creature that seemed straight out of legend.


"Aren't Minotaurs just a myth?" she whispered.


"Not in Narnia," Peter replied, his eyes sharp as he scanned the scene. He glanced at Sarina and Lucy, "Stay back. Sari, take care of Lucy."


Sarina nodded, "You don't have to tell me that."


Without another word, Peter unsheathed his sword and crept toward the unsuspecting Minotaur. But then Sarina noticed a figure stealthily approaching Peter, sword raised.


"Peter!" she shouted, but her warning came too late. Metal clashed as the two engaged in a fierce struggle, the sound of their swords ringing through the trees.


"Lucy, call the others!" Sarina ordered, "I'll back Peter!"


"But, Sariโ€”"


"Don't worry about me," she assured her cousin, "I'm stronger than you think. Now go!"


Understanding flashed in Lucy's eyes as she nodded and sprinted back toward the camp, calling for help. Sarina turned her attention back to the sword fight unfolding before her. She wasn't just joining the fightโ€”she was only to stop the two combatants before things escalated further.


Sarina glanced at her dagger, she never really had an experience using a dagger in battle. Throwing it is one thing but close combat? She might cut a finger or two because of clumsiness!


But watching those two they won't stop unless someone could stop them. She looked at where the Minotaur was and found out he ran away already.


What the hell? Are you serious?! You're just buffy but you are a freakin' coward!


She groaned. Guess, she doesn't have a choice.


"If one of you loses a limb, I am not at fault!" she said a bit loudly before sprinting towards the fighting lads.


With a swift movement, she disarmed the other man, her dagger catching the hilt of his sword and sending it spinning through the air. The young man stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock.


Before he could recover, she was upon Peter, her other dagger aimed at his wrist. He flinched, his grip loosening on his sword. Sarina seized the opportunity to kick his sword away. Peter yelped and was momentarily stunned.


Sarina stood between them, her daggers held high, "That is enough." she commanded. And thankfully, she heard the others arrive. When she looks around, she almost drops her jaw from what she is seeing in front of her.


Good news. The Minotaur came back.


Bad news, he brought back up.


"Oh Merlin..." can't a witch take a break? 



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