A Bond Unbreakable

Rating: PG
Warnings: The first chapter of the prologue contains slight incestual themes.
Summary: Edmund & Susan want to reflect on the things they have endured during their lives.
Disclaimer: C.S. Lewis owns all characters, unless I say otherwise. I simply use the characters for my own purposes. mwahahaha! Just kidding. Ignore that little outburst, please.
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I do not support incest in reality. In fact, I am very much against it. I also understand that C.S. Lewis would not like his characters involved in incest. If you do not like reading incest fics, please read the Author's Note at the bottom of the page. Part of this story will not involve incest. Thank you.

Prologue

Chapter One – The Reflections of Two Hearts

"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that counts. It's the life in your years." – Abraham Lincoln

The air was filled with laughter. The wind carried the laughter over the hills, mountains, fields, streams, rivers, oceans, and anywhere else that the wind could possibly blow. The sound of laughter echoed further than it should have gone. Many souls could hear the sound, and some souls took to laughing for themselves. One lone lion stood upon the crest of the highest hill and smiled. For he, too, had heard the sound. And, to him, this was the greatest of all the sounds that a human could make.

Down in the valleys, one could find the source of the spontaneous laughter. It came from a single tent, located between two small hills. The tent was made of shining red and gold, proving that, indeed, it was a Narnian tent. Other tents were more lavishly decorated. But the other Narnians knew that the inhabitants of this tent preferred the simplicity of their tent. Then again, as they were considered royalty, it was very difficult to always maintain this simplicity.

If a person were to enter the tent, which they would not uninvited, they would find two persons sitting on a single soft bed, covered in dark red blankets and golden pillows. The two persons, at this moment, were not doing anything at all in particular. They were only talking.

"Oh, you are always so funny, Ed," a woman laughed. "Though, I daresay, that is true, what you said."

"Of course, it is," answered the man beside her. "Peter's countenance always appears that way whenever we speak of this. He simply cannot help it."

"I can imagine," said the woman. She laid back on the bed, resting her head on top of the soft pillows. "Oh, Edmund," she said, letting her laughter end and her breath escape. She closed her eyes for a moment. Then she lifted herself up partially and began to speak again. "Do you remember the first time that we told him?"

The man, Edmund, smiled at her. "Of course, I do, Su," he answered. "It was quite memorable, as I recall."

"Yes," Susan said, laughing again for a moment. "His face turned as bright red as the stripes on this tent."

"And he had never blushed that much ever before, had he, Su?"

"No," Susan answered. "I don't he ever did after that, either. That was the worst, and I do believe that he knew it. He turned away immediately, trying to hide the obvious blushing. Do you remember?"

"Yes, I remember," said Edmund. "But he was trying desperately to be civil about it."

"Hadn't he known already?" Susan asked, now sitting all the way up off the pillows.

"Yes, I had mentioned it before, and I assume that he had guessed it before," Edmund replied. "Still, I suppose that it was a bit of a shock when we came right out and said it. He did quite a bit of yelling, too, do you remember?"

"Oh, yes, I remember," she said. "He was not thrilled about the idea, was he?"

"No, not at all," Edmund replied with a smile. "He did get over it, though."

"Lucy seemed to be well composed when we mentioned it to her, didn't she?"

"Yes, but, she always had a way of knowing things before we brought it up, and, as I recall, she was altogether thrilled at the announcement," said Edmund.

Susan laughed again. "Yes, she was thrilled, indeed. If she hadn't been a Queen, she would have leapt all over you and me in a moment. As it were, she saved that for later."

"Yes, and that hurt a bit," said Edmund. They both laughed together. "Ah, such wonderful memories we have."

Susan nodded. Her smiled faded slightly, as her mind shifted from funny memories to slightly darker ones. She took Edmund's hand in her own and grasped it tightly. "We certainly had to go through a great deal before that point, didn't we, Ed?" She lifted her eyes to look at Edmund. He took her other hand in his and held it close to him.

"Yes, and after," he said to her. "But you were always strong, through all of it."

She looked up at him again. "I was not, Ed," she said flatly. "There were many times that I failed to do everything that I ought to have done."

"But is failure a measurement of strength?" Edmund asked her, wiping the solitary tear from her eye. "You were stronger than I could have ever imagined."

"You were very strong, too, Ed," she said, leaning her head against his chest. "How could anyone forget the amazing feats of the Just King of Narnia? He was always a personification of strength."

"Oh, you flatter me greatly, Susan," he said, wrapping his arms tightly about her. "I do not think that I was always as strong as you say."

"Oh, but you were, Ed," she replied. "You really were, I'm certain of it."

"Do you know what I think?" Edmund asked her all at once.

"What do you think?" Susan said, sitting up a bit and looking at him with curiosity.

"It is my professional opinion, as the Just King of Narnia, that we – you and I – we were stronger when we were together," he said, taking both of her hands again and squeezing them tightly.

Susan looked up at him and smiled. "Do you really think that's true, Ed?"

"Of course it is, Susan," he answered. "Don't you recall all of the troubles we went through? We were always the strongest when we fought through them together."

"I do believe you are right, Ed," she said, leaning back against his chest again. "Besides," she added after a moment, "anything sounds good when it comes from your mouth."

"Again with the flattery, Su," Edmund said, looking down at her and smiling. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You'll just have to thank me," she answered, smiling back up at him.

"Yes, I will," he said, with a twinkle in his eye. Then, all of a sudden, his hands moved and he began to tickle her on the stomach. Instinctively, Susan leaped out of his arms and fell onto the bed. Edmund leaped on top of her and continued to tickle her. Laughter flowed through the tent, out the flaps, and across the valley again.

"Stop it, Ed!" Susan cried, shaking and cowering under his fingers. "Stop! Stop it!" She tried to suppress his hands, but he was too strong, and he continued to tickle her. "Stop, Ed, please!"

Finally, Edmund stopped tickling and sat back down on the bed beside the still-laughing woman. His own smile was much larger than hers, since he had been the one doing the tickling. After a moment, Susan recovered from the series of blows and began to sit up. Her tousled hair fell over her face, but it did not cover her smile. "I'm going to get you for that," she said, obviously out of breath.

"You'd better," he said. "Or else I'll have to do it again." He smiled at her, and she smirked back.

"For now, I'll let it go," she said, stretching her legs and moving to the side to make room for him to lie down beside her. She patted her hand down on the space beside her, indicating that she wanted him to join her. He obeyed the sign and moved over to the space, and, laying his head down on the pillows, relaxed by her side.

For a moment, neither one said anything. They just lay there, next to each other, immersed in silence and in thought. Susan rolled over and laid her head on top of Edmund, while stretching her hands across him. He put his arm around her as she did so. Susan closed her eyes again as she felt the faint movement of his chest as it rose up and down with his breath. She was in heaven then.

"You know, dear one, perhaps we should try and remember the good memories as well as the bad," said Edmund, breaking the silence and causing Susan's head to turn in his direction. "We certainly do not want to forget what brought us here, now, do we?"

"No, we do not," Susan agreed. Her voice had now shrunk to nearly a whisper. "But do not call the dark memories 'bad', for they were not all completely bad," she added. "They were just... ways of teaching us the things that we needed to learn the most."

"All right, then," Edmund said, giving her a quick tickle to wake her back up. "I shan't call them 'bad' memories any longer, if that will make you happy."

"It will, indeed," she answered. "Though," she added, sitting up again. "I believe that we should try and recall some of those memories, as you suggested. It would be a good way to pass the time – at least until supper."

"Ah, so now the truth comes out," said Edmund, smiling slightly. "You're just looking forward to supper, are you? Lucy's cooking now impresses you a bit?"

"Oh, stop it, Ed," said Susan, laughing. "You are such a joker." She gave him a light slap across the chest. "And, no, Lucy's cooking has never impressed me. Unless she has found an exceptionally good teacher, I do not think that she is going to start impressing me now."

"You are right, of course, dear one," said Edmund. "But, very well. Story time it is, then."

"Right, then," Susan said, sitting up and facing Edmund. "But, where to begin?"

"What about the beginning?" Edmund suggested. "Or, is that too far back for your tastes, love?"

"The beginning sounds absolutely perfect."

Author's Notes: Thank you all for bothering to read this story, and for bothering to read this note. This is the most important note of the story, so pay attention. I want to inform you all how this story is going to be presented, and what you need to know if you want to read it.

"A Bond Unbreakable" (ABU) is going to be a three-volume series, followed (hopefully) by another three-volume series. Much of the story will take place in an Alternate Universe setting (which means that I will change canon). ABU will also feature my two favorite Narnian characters, Edmund and Susan. In quite a bit of the story, it will feature these two in an incestuous love relationship.

However, for those of you opposed to incest (and I cannot blame you, believe me), there is still hope. The first volume, "Brother and Sister" features these characters in a non-incestuous relationship. This volume follows their journey through "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe," the movie-verse, with slight AU once in a while. There is a good amount of character development, and plenty of sibling bonding, and I am very proud of this volume. So, if you prefer not to read incest fiction, I would recommend sticking around just for "Brother and Sister."

My hope is that all of you, even those you who not like incest relationships in Narnia, will be able to enjoy this fic, or at least the first volume. Thank you for reading, and review, keeping in mind the notes I wrote about reviewing up above. Thank you all!