Thirty-third Prompt: Gifts

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"The juice of the fire flower."

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"Where's Edmund?", Susan asked and Peter turned around.
He started to run and Lucy followed him.
Maybe she could help with her cordial!!

When she saw Edmund lying on the ground she gasped.
"Edmund!"

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"Blow this horn and help will come."

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Caspian looked back. It seemed like the Telmarines had lost him!
He turned back to look to where he was going, but -
Pain.

He fell from the horse, but his foot got caught and he got dragged with it.

When he got his foot free he lied in the ground and took a deep breath.
Where was he?
What would he do?
What if the Telmarines found him?

A door opened.

A door?

He turned his head.
Two...dwarves?!

He grabbed his sword. What on the earth was going on...?

He heard shouts. The Telmarines!
But one of the dwarves ran in their direction, the other one ran up to him and Caspian remembered the horn.

He needed help!!

He grabbed it and without hesitating he blew.

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"The time may has come that you need to use this."

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Peter walked up to his chest, his statue - or the statue of the man he had been.

Who was he now?

He opened the chest.

Jewels, gold, clothes, stuff.

But he grabbed the sword.
A familiar feeling flushed through him.

He unsheated it.

"When he bares his teeth winter meets it's death", he said.

"And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again", Lucy finished.

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"These are tools, not toys."