Summary: What was meant to be a casual ride in Glasswater Woods turns out to be almost the opposite with Edmund and Philip. Set during Golden Age. NO pairings. Rated K+ for safety.

Author's Note: Hello everyone! Here is my 7th story and I planning for it to be more than a one-shot. Usual disclaimer applies.

On DH (Dragon Hunt) – if anyone has any story ideas or chapter names for this story, please PM me, or include them in your reviews! I am suffering from severe writer's block with this story and I desperately need your help. Thanks!

Ages:

Peter – 16

Susan – 15

Edmund – 13

Lucy – 11

Not So Leisurely After All

As usual, there was a minor argument going on between the two young Kings of Narnia.

"Peter, relax. I'm only going for a casual ride through the woods."

Many subjects turned to the sound of their youngest King's not-quite-broken-yet voice.

Peter frowned and looked at Edmund with a sceptical look on his handsome face.

Edmund sighed.

"Please Peter?" He attempted the same look that Lucy had used back in Spare Oom to get him to play hide-and-seek.

Peter reluctantly smiled.

"Alright, but be careful. There might be more Fell Creatures around those Woods near Glasswater."

Edmund rolled his eyes fondly – if not exasperatedly.

"Don't worry Mother Hen, I have my sword."

Peter went to cuff him gently on the head.

"Hurry up and go before I change my mind" he said playfully.

Edmund turned on his heel and walked briskly out to the stables to fetch Philip.

He only planned to go to the Glasswater Woods and stop for a short break before riding back to the Cair.

Once Philip was saddled, he mounted and trotted off.

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After they had reached the outskirts of the Woods, Edmund slowed Philip to a leisurely walk. Philip seemed to sigh with slight relief. He had just been let off box-rest from a tendon injury that had kept him out of action for several weeks.

"What do you think of the area around here Friend?" he asked Edmund.

Edmund didn't answer for a few moments, then replied softly

"It's the most beautiful place I've ever been."

Philip had to smile.

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After riding for a solid fifteen minutes, they reached Glasswater Creek. Edmund slid off Philip's back and ground-tied him, before going to sit near the water.

Philip wandered over – taking great care not to tread on his reins – and had a drink.

Edmund reached up and stroked him on the neck, then stretching up to scratch Philip behind the ears. The Horse cocked his head and closed his eyes, as though thoroughly enjoying the caress.

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Conscious of the time, Edmund tightened Philip's girth and mounted. About half-way home, he noticed how tense Philip seemed in his muscles.

"Philip," he asked, concerned "are you ok?"

Philip gave a short nod of his head. Then, suddenly, there was the sound of a twig breaking and a snarl.

Horse and rider moved slowly forward, careful to make as little noise as possible.

"Sword out Edmund" he heard Philip whisper ever so softly.

Edmund drew his sword, but not before he was thrown from the saddle by a very large and hairy beast.

Landing hard on the ground, completely winded and tasting blood in his mouth, Edmund tried to turn over. But the creature – which he'd discovered was none other than a werewolf – wasn't going to let this happen easily.

He felt a heavy paw plunge down on his right shoulder, another low yet menacing snarl, and the pain of claws running through flesh.

Then he heard another sound. A high-pitched, almost banshee like, squeal. He looked over the werewolf's shoulder and noticed a hag approaching Philip – who was cantering valiantly towards the werewolf with a livid look in his eyes.

Suddenly, the hag was on the ground and the werewolf was running blindly into the darker shadows of the forest.

Panting, his vision blurring furiously, Edmund looked up at Philip. The Horse was bleeding heavily from a deep gash on his chest and he had many scrapes on his face. But his eyes were tight with concern and – if horses could – was doing nothing to staunch the moisture coming from his eyes.

"Edmund, are you alright?" Philip asked gently.

Before Edmund could answer, there was a loud screaming sound coming from the edge of the clearing, loud whispers of shock, and three cries of fear.

"EDMUND!"

The young king could do nothing to stop the dark shadows clouding his vision, but his head was pounding and spinning at the same time, and his injured shoulder was still bleeding as furiously as it had when he had first gotten injured.

A young, female voice spoke from above him.

"It's no good, if there's one thing that my Cordial won't work on, its Fell Creature bites. We'll just have to let him heal on his own."

He couldn't hear anymore, his brain was clogged and at this point, Edmund fell unconscious.

Ooooo, errrrr....... um, yeah. Please don't flame too badly *looks incredibly hopeful*. So remember, if anyone has any ideas for Dragon Hunt, don't hesitate to tell me!

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As always,

Fan of the Just King.