This is my first Narnia fanfic! I hope all of you enjoy it! Oh and, I made up Peter's horse. No one knows really what the name of his horse is, and in the movie he rides a unicorn. And I can't stand the title. Suggestions for a new one?
"Faster Philip! Faster! He's catching up to us!" Edmund was saying to his horse as they rode faster and faster.
"I am trying my best your highness," the horse answered. Peter, Susan, and Lucy were not far behind, and Peter was getting closer ever second. They were having a race (again) back to Cair Paravel, and most of the time, Peter won. Last time Susan, won. Edmund was trying his hardest to make there first.
All too soon, Peter was passing Edmund, and as he did he called out, "Come on Ed! You can do better than that!"
"Philip! We can't let him win again!" Edmund said desperately.
"I will try. But, Rinion is much faster than I," the horse answered. Edmund sighed.
"Well, at least we can be in second place. You are faster than Susan's horse anyway. And Lu doesn't really care about winning, so hurry!"
Soon they could she the walls of Cair Paravel coming up very close, and it was now very obvious that Peter was going to win. But, he did always win. Edmund knew that it wasn't going to be any different this time. He saw as Peter made it to the Castle. Rinion reared and Peter shouted out, "I won! I won again!" Edmund rode up the hill and stopped beside Peter.
"Figures you'd win," Edmund said disappointedly.
"Second place isn't bad. At least your not Lu. She's coming in last place," Peter said, watching as Susan came to the top of the hill, followed by Lucy. Lucy's hair was wind blown and it had come undone. Her cheeks were pink, and this made her look even more like Queen Lucy the Valiant. She dismounted and came over to Edmund.
"Well that was fun! Wasn't it Ed?" Lucy asked.
"Uh, yeah," Edmund answered. Suddenly a centaur named Tunim, came up to Peter and whispered something in his ear. Peter nodded, and Tunim left.
"What was that about?" Susan asked.
"No time! Come on Ed, we have to go!" Peter said. Edmund looked at him oddly. "Wait! What's going on?!" Edmund called after Peter, and he galloped off after him. Lucy and Susan stared after them. Lucy looked frightened.
"Don't worry Lu. They'll be back," Susan assured her. She dismounted and stood by Lucy.
"But what if they had to go battle? I can't stand it when they have to do that. And why can't we fight too?" Lucy asked. Susan patted her shoulder.
"I'm sure it was nothing," said Susan. "Someone was probably just causing some trouble." Lucy looked in the direction that they went.
"I don't think so," Lucy said worriedly.
"Come on Lu. Let's take Lilion and Elinon to the stables," Lucy nodded. They took their horses to the stable. Well they were walking to the stable, the same centaur that had spoken to Peter stopped them.
"Hail Queen Susan!" he said.
"Yes?" Susan answered.
"This is not good news, but, some of our men spotted an army heading this way. They're planning an attack on Narnia. They will be leaving tomorrow."
"Oh no!" Susan sighed. Lucy became even more worried about her brothers now. She hated it when they had to go to war. There was almost nothing worse. Except being told that she couldn't fight in battle with them. Sometimes it almost seemed like they would never return. Once Peter had been injured in battle and if she hadn't had her cordial, he would have died. Now Lucy was always thinking that any minute someone would come and tell them of battle coming.
After they had left their horses at the stable, they walked into the castle. They went into their rooms to take off their riding apparel. Lucy joined Susan in her room after she had finished changing.
"Oh Susan! Why do they have to go to battle?" Lucy said sadly. "I'm afraid that one of them is going to get hurt. Or worse! Do you remember what happened last time they went to battle?" Susan remembered very well. It had been a very scary thing.
Flashback
A rider in Narnian armor rode swiftly up to the castle. He rode ahead of the rest of the Narnian army, because he had a message for Queen Susan. He ran into one of the servants and said, "I have an urgent message for Queen Susan!"
"She is this way," said the servant, leading the messenger to Susan. When they got to her he gave her the message. She read it and, her face immediately turned white.
"Where is he?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"Our troops are bringing him," said the messenger. Susan waited for a long while in worry, until she saw the troops returning. She ran to castle door and waited for them to bring who she waited for. Peter. He had been badly injured in battle and they were bringing him back. Lucy suddenly joined her by the door.
"Susan what's going on... Oh Peter! Oh Peter what happened?" Lucy asked running to his side.
"Nothing...I...am...fine," Peter said with an effort.
"Lucy go get your cordial," Susan said. Lucy nodded and ran up to her room as quickly as she could. Susan took Peter into his room and laid him on the bed, Edmund followed behind. "Oh Edmund, what happened?"
"He saved me from a blow. He shouldn't have done it. It was meant for me not him," Edmund said, not even trying to hide that he was crying.
"It's ok Ed. He'll be fine. He'll be fine," Susan said.
Lucy was frantically looking for her cordial. She couldn't find it! She knew that just just down the hall outside her room, her own brother could be dying! nd the cordial would not work if you were dead. Lucy continued to look, opening drawers and under things. She heard Susan and Edmund call her to hurry. "I'm trying!" Lucy called back. Just then she remembered where she put it. She reached her hand into her pocket. She sighed in relief. It had been in her pocket all along. She quickly ran into Peters room. "I've got it!" She let a little drop fall into Peters mouth. They waited for about an hour, and he had slowly recovered.
End flashback
"It's alright Lu. I'm sure they'll be fine," Susan reassured her. But inside, she felt, that they might very well never return.
Ages: Lucy, twelve, almost thirteen, Edmund, thirteen, almost fourteen, Susan sixteen, and Peter seventeen.