Disclaimer: I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia or any of the characters used.
It was a calm, clear night. The only sound to be heard was of rustling leaves and light snores.
Caspian lay glancing up at the stars.
What a great king I've been, right Father?
He thought sarcastically.
I can't even guide my people in the right direction. For I have no idea where I'm supposed to go?
He sighed heavily, putting a hand over his face.
If only you were here to help me.
"Caspian?" His hand quickly moved from his face, revealing a worried-like Edmund.
"What is it, Ed?"
"Nothing. You just looked troubled. What's bothering you?" Edmund rose from his position and scooted next to him.
I shouldn't put more problems on his shoulders. He already has enough as it is.
Caspian shook his head and looked away. "Just thinking is all."
Edmund pressed on. "About?"
He shifted his gaze back. There was no way out of the question.
"My father. I'm just wondering what it'd be like to have him here with me. For some reason, him being gone has seemed to effect me more lately. Because I feel misguided, abandoned. He always knew what to do..."
He trailed off and sat up.
"I know how you feel."
Caspian looked at him with a confused expression.
"What?"
Edmund stared down at the grass, gently pulling at it.
"When my father was first drafted to war, so many emotions boiled in me. Anger. Hurt. Heartbreak. Something of mine was being taken and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I eventually felt so alone, I lashed out. Don't become what I was, Caspian. It's good to talk to someone."
Caspian smirked and pulled Edmund into a brotherly hug.
"Thank you. It's nice to know I'm not alone."
Edmund pulled away, a bright smile casted upon his face.
"I'm here for you whenever you need it."
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