Hello all! I am doing to cleaning up of my fics. This is an old one from way back in 2009. I laughed reading again. I was 13 when I wrote this and I really did show my age with the writing skills. The only thing I am doing with this fic editing it. I really hope you enjoy this.

I take no ownership of anything created by the original authors/writers.


It was a splendid spring morning. The air was light, and the sun radiated softly over the camp. Everything seemed brighter as the burden of one has been lifted off their shoulders. It was the most relieving news Edmund had heard in his life. The Witch had renounced her claim on his blood. That fight was over. He could walk around the camp as a Son of Adam not as a traitor as he originally was to them. However, he was still troubled by her naturally. That fight was small compared to the one he thought was coming.

Peter and Edmund had been in and out of the camp and onto the training grounds all day. Edmund insisted he fought, much to Peter's protective protest. Peter was told by Oreius that if this was what Edmund wanted then let him fight. For he was trying to make right from what he had done those past days they discovered this land. Edmund seemed to be doing well; he was light on his feet and caught onto horse riding quite quickly.

They soon were asked to return to the training grounds once again. As they arrived they saw almost everyone to have been there throughout the different times of day had now all gathered at once. It was crowded and busy. Everyone seemed to be carrying on their business—somewhere practicing and others were talking amongst themselves. Oreius soon approached the two as a horn was blown. The sound was deep and grand; nothing like Susan's horn which was high and let people know that there was danger.

"We'll be ready in an hour!" yelled a knighted Centaur, who had blown the horn. He was standing on the higher ground.

A Faun, Peter assumed to be a high ranked, ran amongst everyone with a large pile of long rods which almost looked like broomsticks. Everyone seemed to take their own out of his arms as he moved. Edmund looked to Peter rather bewildered about what was happening.

"What are we doing, Peter?" he asked hoping he would know since he was at the camp longer than him.

"I don't know," Peter replied shaking his head. He was rather confused himself and looked to Oreius hoping to give him and Edmund an answer.

"We are going to practice a shield wall," said Oreius. Both Peter and Edmund nodded in response.

"I need you all in armor for this. We are going to treat it like the real thing today!" yelled the same Centaur who had announced what was happening.

"But I don't have any armor," remarked Edmund looking rather displaced.

"You know the measurements that the fauns took this morning?" Peter began to explain to him.

"Yes," replied Edmund.

"That was for your armor," said Peter with a small assuring smile.

Edmund nodded again and replied, "Oh." However, he knew Peter wasn't done explaining.

"My measurements were taken yesterday morning; they're probably working on yours right now, sorry," Peter began. "We could give you Dwarf armor. It could be your temporary one. They'll probably finish it by morning. Come on and let's go find some." The two excused themselves from Oreius and began their walk to the camp.

XXXHalf an Hour LaterXXXX

Edmund felt like King Arthur with all the chainmail and armor on, even though it was just scraps and Dwarf armor that Peter found for Edmund. He had two different shoulder pieces, and the armor didn't fit completely right. But it would have to do for now.

"I need all knights in half an hour at the training grounds!" Edmund heard outside of the tent as he began to pull his boots on. At least those were already made for him and it was an excellent thing too. Edmund knew he got blisters easily.

"The swordsmith gave you this too. It's not yours, but he said you're going to need it today," said Peter. He gave his brother a shield as Edmund stood up again. He watched Edmund struggle with the buckle and soon found himself helping him. After the fight with the shield was over he spoke again. "General Oreius wants us up there early, and we should be going."

Edmund followed Peter, who was suited in his own armor, back where they pretty much saw the same thing they saw just half an hour ago. Except that everyone seemed to have those broom handles.

"High King Peter, King Edmund," said Oreius walking towards them once again.

"Yes sir," they both said standing straight.

"Today we will practice the shield wall maneuver. These maneuvers will also determine the commanders' battle positions and command groups. Before I teach you how to stand I need to ask you, King Edmund, if you are all right, I heard you were a little disquieted from the Witch's visit."

"I'm fine," Edmund replied trying to sure with his answer. He knew he wasn't in her hands anymore but the look she gave him as he left he was aware that she still wanted him back, to kill.

"Alright, now do you two have your shields and swords?"

They both nodded and continued to listen to Oreius explain the maneuver and what they should expect. Another horn was blown, and Oreius showed them to their position. They were in the third row from the front. Most Fauns were in that row, and they seemed to give them respectively space. They waited a few more moments in the chatter of the soldiers.

"Treat this like the real thing, men!" They heard the order from the enemy side, "Get ready!"

Everything silenced almost eerily. Then finally everyone heard the cry. "CHARGE!"

The two could not see what was going on, only the rumble to hooves coming at them. Edmund started to grow nervous. He tried to look for Oreius before Peter nudged him with his shoulder. "Everything will be alright. We are using sticks for a reason."

"I don't want to get squished." Peter tried not to laugh at how small Edmund sounded as he said that.

"On your guard!" yelled Oreius.

Everyone's shield went up in a line, with almost no gaps between them. The sticks were pointed at the opposing side. Edmund looked over at Peter with that same nervous look. Peter nodded assuring him. The two soon braced them for the impact.

All Edmund knew afterward was that he was ground, his shield was halfway off his hand, the rod was nowhere to be seen, and he tasted blood in his mouth. He could hear Oreius and the other centaur yelling a good job and they will tell them their positions later. Peter looking quite panicked, came over to him and held out a hand, and Edmund grabbed a hold, and he was pulled up.

"You took a hard hit. The centaur would have plowed you into the ground didn't notice you were there. He feels terrible for knocking you out and wants to apologize to you."

"Your lip is bleeding, King Edmund." He looked to his left to see Oreius next to Peter, who began to pull something out of his satchel. He soon pulled out a clean white cloth and gave it to Edmund to dap on his lip. Edmund finally regained all of his vision and looked around to see almost everyone around him with concerned faces. Edmund blushed and Oreius shooed them all away.

"You may be just too light, King Edmund you shouldn't be out on the front lines because the Witch's army is filled with fiend much bigger than me. You should be with the archers, and you could command them."

"With the girl Centaurs?" asked Edmund with a bit of anger. It was the last thing he wanted to be with.

"They are Dwarves too," chuckled Oreius.

"Ed it will be better for you and all of us," said Peter not enjoying Edmund's complaining.

"No."

"Edmund, no one wants you to get hurt again. Come on," Peter added.

Edmund gave him another look reluctantly.

"Ed." Peter didn't want to get angry at him since he just got him back this morning, but he had to be a little stern because he didn't want to see his only brother dying on the battlefield.

"Fine," sighed Edmund finally said with a little disappointment.


About 1300 years later at Aslan's How

"STOP!" yelled Peter waving his hands in the air hoping everyone would see that the commander was down so no one would step on him. Peter did not want a similar event to happen such as the horse incident a long time ago when they were Kings. Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at him. Peter started running down the mound the How was formed underneath. Caspian watched him run down rather ungracefully, fall and get back up again. He soon looked over at the soldiers who were all crowded around Edmund's prostrate form.

"Everyone is dismissed," ordered Caspian to the soldiers making his run down the mound too. The soldiers dispersed leaving only Peter next to him. He was quite disturbed and shook Edmund in an attempt to wake him up.

"It was a accident. Caspian, go get a bucket of water," ordered Peter as he saw Caspian run over.

Caspian looked at Peter in bewilderment and ran inside the How to fetch the water. Peter picked up Edmund and carried him over to a tree. He sat him down and continued with his panicked attempt to wake him.

"Ed wake up you little clumsy sap," said Peter shaking him slightly. As Edmund didn't stir Peter continued with the insults. "I swear if you don't wake up Susan will be unleashed. And I know you don't want me killed too. Why do you have to be so clumsy?"

Caspian came back with a bucket of water listening to Peter. Soon Peter looked over at him.

"What do want me to do?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Give it," said Peter standing up. Caspian gave him the bucket; Peter stepped back and dumped the bucket on Edmund's head. He shot up, sitting up straight, choking. Peter kneeled next to him patting him on the back and laughed in relief.

"What happened?" asked Edmund looking around disoriented.

"You tripped and hit your head on a rock, an unfortunate accident. Don't worry; I won't stick you with the archers."

Edmund snorted and smiled remembering that day.

"Let's go before Susan finds out you are in a coma slowly dying," Peter said sarcastically helping his brother up and to the How.


Any form of support for this updated version is appreciated. I will probably not touch this fic for another 7 years... if not ever again. If you are interested in any more of my work, I would like to direct you to my most recent: The Color White and Prove Justly (which is being updated regularly).

Thanks again for reading!