Prologue
I Was Supposed To Kill Him, Not Fall For Him. Damn.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Her heart pulsated crazily, her blood pounding in her ears, muffling the sounds of the roaring crowd around her.
How had the tables turned on her like this? How had she gotten herself here?
Everyone in the crammed battlefield was bustling around the makeshift enclosure, everyone shoving and pushing for a better view.
Despite the battlefield being filled with people, no-one was fighting, surprisingly, save for two people, on which all attention was focused.
A victorious roar came from a portion of the on looking crowd, and the rest fell into a horrified silence as a sharp blow caught her on the side, knocking her to the ground with a resounding thud and a crash of metal.
An anticipative silence took over as the standing woman smirked arrogantly as she swung her sword lazily in her bloody hands.
They say that before you die your life flashes through your mind. She couldn't register half the images that flashed through her confused head, save for the most significant memories, which replayed her life over the past few, greatest months of her life.
Edmund was her best memory of course. Meeting him had changed her life, cheesy as it sounded.
And even with the disastrous turn everything had taken, she wouldn't change a single thing, because every little solitary, insignificant step had led her to Edmund, and changing that would mean never encountering Edmund, which would pretty much, suck.
In a quick glance over the vast crowd, she spotted Edmund himself at the foremost of the Narnian side. To her, he stood out like a beacon, with a tall, built body, standing tall with his arms folded, his mouth set in a thin line, his dark unruly hair catching slightly in the light breeze. His hard, motionless face betrayed no emotion, though she thought she could see a hint of sadness in his deep, brown eyes.
She wondered momentarily if he had forgiven her for the way she had deceived him, lied to him, used him, betrayed him...
Who was she kidding? He'd never forgive her. She couldn't blame him either.
But still, even though she knew that what she had done was unforgivable, she wanted so desperately for him to pardon her. She needed him to see it from her point of view, to try and understand the desperation of the situation.
Her opponent chuckled lightly, confidently, and she glanced over her with mocking eyes.
Struggling to her feet, she faced her opponent with a snarl.
This was her way of apologising to Edmund. She was attempting to save him from death, which was ironic really, as she was just going to kill him anyway if she made it through this. That was the whole point of everything, right from the beginning. There was no way she could change that.
She glanced at him one more time, with pleading, beseeching, and apologetic eyes. He wouldn't meet her gaze.
She desperately wished, with all her broken heart, that she could explain everything to Edmund. Maybe then he'd understand, at least sort of.
But it was too late. Would he ever know now?
As her opponent lunged for her, sword outright, Amber momentarily wondered yet again, how the hell she had gotten herself into this.
The question was self-answered almost immediatly, without much need for thought.
The thing that had started everything, ruined everything, was that damn prophesy.
She would never forget how it had happened.
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