Different Wilderness Experiences, Lucy's Dream

Beruna.

Dozens of workers are cutting down trees here, and the planed wood is all sent to a bridge that is not yet completed.

The bridge is half completed and is continuously extending towards the other side.

A row of catapults was neatly arranged here, and several military camps were stationed not far away, filled with fully armed soldiers and herds of warhorses.

Aaron and his companions, hiding in the woods, couldn't help but feel worried upon witnessing these scenes.

"Still diving?" Aaron shook his head at Tumnus. "I'm afraid we'll be shot to death by arrows before we even get halfway there, and then it'll all be over."

"I didn't expect them to act so quickly." Tumnus said gravely. "Miraz may have mobilized all available manpower. Besides wanting to kill Caspian, he also wants to completely destroy Narnia."

"It's clear that once this bridge is completed, the Telmar soldiers will launch their attack." Aaron sighed slightly. "Let's go back first. I'll go down the cliff first and then figure out a way to bring you down."

"This is the only way for now," Peter said.

The group returned to the cliff once more. Aaron took a deep breath and put his cloak and food bag aside, but he still carried the gun with him.

"Are you sure there's no problem?" Susan asked with some doubt.

"No, I'll show you what real skills are next," Aaron said dismissively.

The cliff is only a few dozen meters high. With his current physical condition, he could jump off it without getting hurt, let alone climb it down. Moreover, there is a river below as a buffer, so his safety is absolutely guaranteed.

Aaron took a deep breath, walked to the edge of the cliff, and just as he was about to find a suitable starting point, his foot suddenly slipped and he fell to the ground.

The sound of something landing rang out, and the group was shocked, quickly running forward.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Aaron patted the dirt off his clothes and said in a strong voice.

He had thought the cliff had collapsed and was about to use magic, but unexpectedly, a flat Monolith below caught him steadily.

"I think I don't need to climb anymore, there's a path right here." Aaron pointed to the bottom of the Monolith, where a winding, simple path led directly to the bottom of the cliff.

"I knew Aslan wouldn't let me jump off the cliff," Lucy said with a happy smile. "He wanted us to walk down this path; he happened to be on the other side of this Monolith."

The group exchanged glances, tacitly avoiding the topic.

They carefully descended to the bottom of the cliff, slowly advanced along the river, found a relatively safe path, and laboriously climbed to the Whispering Woods on the other side of the cliff.

Just then, dusk fell, Peter lit a fire and told everyone to rest where they were.

Aaron took out his food bag and retrieved the last portion of rations.

He endured five days' worth of food, a mere three days' worth; only he knew the hardships he endured.

"Canned Meat, ham and cheese sandwich... could that bottle contain a cocktail?!"

The others watched as Aaron took out one food item after another wrapped in tin foil, and their mouths twitched involuntarily.

With such a lavish meal, are they here for camping or a vacation?

"Don't be shy, you should eat too!" Aaron said seriously, handing out the few wild fruits he had wrapped to them. "These were found in the ruins of the Cair Paravel Palace. They don't taste very good, but they are still nutritious."

"Logically, we should express our gratitude, but you..." Peter looked at the red and green wild berries in his hand, then at the food full of calories in Aaron's hand, and the contrast immediately became apparent.

"No buts, just make do with this!" Susan interrupted Yu. "It'll at least replenish your energy, which is better than nothing."

Peter nodded silently and began munching on wild berries with his younger siblings.

A dozen minutes later, Aaron let out a satisfied burp.

He spread a pile of leaves on the ground, then laid his cloak on top of the leaves, used a food bag to wrap a relatively neat stone as a pillow, and then lay down comfortably on this makeshift bed.

Goodnight, everyone.

Susan, Edmund, Lucy all turned their attention to Peter.

Look at them, they can live so comfortably even in the wild.

Our three younger siblings had close contact with the earth. As the eldest brother, don't you feel guilty?

"Uh... I don't think we're so fragile that we can't even handle this little bit of hardship!" Peter chuckled awkwardly.

The three of them exchanged a glance, then helplessly lay down on the grass around the fire.

Early the next morning.

Lucy opened her eyes, turned to look at her sister beside her, and whispered, "Susan, wake up."

"No problem, Lulu, you can do whatever you want," Susan mumbled sleepily, then turned over and went back to sleep.

"It seems your sister needs to rest a bit more," Aaron said with a smile. "I didn't expect you to be the first one to wake up."

When did you wake up?

"Let's eat some more!"

My biological clock wakes me up at this time every day.

Lucy nodded slightly, her gaze filled with curiosity. "Who... exactly are you?"

"Aren't you Zhiyu? Just an ordinary fifteen-year-old boy."

Lucy paused for a moment, then scoffed, "You're the one who's anything but ordinary!"

"This is what Aslan told me; I just dreamt about him."

"Huh?" Aaron's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show any nervousness on his face. "What did he say about me?"

He said you are very capable and trustworthy, but you are a little too shrewd.

"The rating is pretty fair," Aaron thought to himself, now quite certain that Aslan was still alive and well, secretly observing their every move.

"What else did he say?"

"You said... just come with me, I'll take you to see him," Lucy said, then pulled Aaron into the depths of the woods.

The two walked through grass and bushes along a path for more than twenty minutes, but did not see the lion.

"He was here in my dream."

"Uh... there are some differences between dreams and Reality Stone." Aaron said speechlessly. "I believe in his existence, and I believe you won't lie to me, but you can't guarantee that he will be waiting for you in the same place after he visits your dream."

Lucy was speechless when a low growl suddenly came from not far away.

"Aslan." Lucy was overjoyed, thinking Aslan was right there.

"Don't go yet," Aaron hurriedly stopped her. "It must be Aslan. There are plenty of wild beasts in the forest. Don't forget about that black bear."

Lucy calmed down and cautiously peeked her head out.

She saw a bull-man patrolling with a giant axe, which frightened her so much that she immediately pulled her head back.

"Is that a human-bull?" Aaron became interested. Although the human-bull was smaller than the Troll, its combat strength should not be weaker than the Troll.

"Shh!" Lucy made a shushing gesture and whispered, "He's an enemy. His clan served the White Witch a few years ago."

"You said it yourself, it was a few years ago." Aaron waved his hand. "Narnia can't afford internal strife right now. The key is to unite and fight together against external threats."

"You mean they are now..."

Before Lucy could finish speaking, a figure rushed past them—it was her older Peter.

"Wait, Peter," Lucy called out hastily.

Peter paused, then stopped what he was doing, puzzled.

But the next moment, Caspian suddenly appeared from the side and started fighting Peter without saying a word.

The Longsword clashed, producing a metallic clang.

The two were evenly matched in strength, but each considered the other an enemy and held nothing back.

Peter was slightly better at swordsmanship and knocked the Longsword out of Caspian's hand in just a few moves, but when he tried to slash horizontally, the sword struck a tree and he couldn't pull it out.

Caspian acted swiftly, kicking him away, turning around and grabbing Peter's Longsword, intending to draw it.

Peter got up from the ground, picked up a brick, and was about to smash it against Caspian's head.

"No!" Lucy jumped out from behind the bushes. "Stop fighting!"

The two Time Stop, and at the same time, a variety of Narnian gathered around.

"What a pity." Aaron shook his head with some regret. "Although their swordsmanship was a bit lacking, it was still quite interesting to watch them fight."

You have a small medicine bottle; it's not too late to help them when both sides are severely injured.

"Stop gloating." Lucy glared at him, displeased.

Susan, Edmund, and Tumnus also rushed over, and they were equally puzzled as they looked at the two Narnian.

Peter realized that there seemed to be only one Telmarine among the Narnian could be treated kindly by them.

"Prince Caspian?"

"Yes, who are you?"

"King Peter, I believe it was you who sounded the horn."

"Yes, but I thought you would be older." Caspian was a little disappointed. He knew the legends of the four kings, but he didn't expect to summon the younger versions of the kings instead of the grown-up ones.

Peter's expression froze slightly. "If you want, we can come back a few years later."

"No, no, it's okay, it's just that you're not what I thought."

"That's what you call the impermanence of life. One night you can go from a prince to a fugitive. You should understand that," Aaron said meaningfully.

"Of course I understand." Caspian was speechless. "Wait, why are you back? Weren't you supposed to stay away from the war?"

"Sigh!" Aaron sighed deeply, feigning profundity. "The justice and kindness in my heart won't allow me to be a deserter."

Since we're here, we should at least give it a try; I'd feel guilty if we ignored it.

Caspian gave him a serious look. "You could have stayed out of it. It seems you are much more noble and responsible than I thought."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I can barely accept your assessment."

The others trembled slightly upon hearing this.

Wow, this is really eye-opening.

Others may not know, but they know it very well.

Aaron's only thought from the beginning was to go home, so his joining was a helpless act, and had absolutely nothing to do with a sense of justice or responsibility, yet he could say it so confidently.