A rushing sound filled his ears, as if he was drowning in Cauldron Pool, the great waterfall pounding down on top of him. But he didn't feel wet or cool at all - just the opposite - he was burning up, with the flicker of fire pooling from his center and all throughout his limbs, no water to soothe the terrible heat. Maybe he was dying. He had never died before. Was this what it felt like?
If so, maybe he was in the afterlife, the arms of a strong heavenly being wrapping around him to carry him away to Aslan's Country. Edmund sighed, still unable to open his eyes, and sank into the gripping embrace. Whatever the creature who'd bit him had been, its poison seemed to paralyze him for the moment, rendering the normally powerful Panther King a dead weight in his rescuer's arms.
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Peter's heart was stricken with dread at the sight of his brother limp and lifeless in Al's arms. Aslan, no!
In a blind rage, he slashed away at their enemies, cutting a wide swathe toward the horde that was gathering around the two Narnians. But on foot he was too far away to do anything but sprint and dodge and swing at anybody in his path as the Telmarine prince rode in a driving gallop straight at Al and Edmund. In the space of a breath, Rythern was swooping down and reaching for the body of the raven-haired King to pluck him out of Al's grasp.
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Date: 2016-12-15 11:35 pm (UTC)If so, maybe he was in the afterlife, the arms of a strong heavenly being wrapping around him to carry him away to Aslan's Country. Edmund sighed, still unable to open his eyes, and sank into the gripping embrace. Whatever the creature who'd bit him had been, its poison seemed to paralyze him for the moment, rendering the normally powerful Panther King a dead weight in his rescuer's arms.
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Peter's heart was stricken with dread at the sight of his brother limp and lifeless in Al's arms. Aslan, no!
In a blind rage, he slashed away at their enemies, cutting a wide swathe toward the horde that was gathering around the two Narnians. But on foot he was too far away to do anything but sprint and dodge and swing at anybody in his path as the Telmarine prince rode in a driving gallop straight at Al and Edmund. In the space of a breath, Rythern was swooping down and reaching for the body of the raven-haired King to pluck him out of Al's grasp.