A/N: This is a part in a series of short stories documenting the story of Prince Caspian through the eyes of each of the Pevensie siblings. Each Pevensie will tell the story of two events, and each event will be split into two chapters. This is chapter one of the first event seen through King Peter's eyes.

I really hope you all enjoy this! This series is the first fan fic I've ever posted, so I'm eager to hear your thoughts. I'd like to know whether I should continue writing and posting these :)

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STORY THREE: FROZEN

PART ONE: INTO THE DARKNESS

AS SEEN THROUGH THE EYES OF KING PETER THE MAGNIFICENT

There was nothing but the drips of water trickling down the cavernous walls and the crackling of the fire of Ed's torch as we walked side by side through the How. Aside from that, it was silent. I honestly just wanted to take a bath. The stench of battle from Miraz's castle was still clinging to my clothes, and I would've given anything to be sitting in my massive tub at Cair Paravel, or in one of the secluded reflecting pools in the Western Woods. But Ed always chased me out of those pools anyway. He said those woods were his, and he didn't want my naked body tarnishing his land.

As I remembered that, I could've chuckled, but instead I just continued to hang my head down. The events of the past twelve hours ran through my mind-- random pieces of memories flashing behind my eyes. All those pieces just ended with the same terrible image-- marching through the dewy grass to the How, where my youngest sister's face paled at the sight of our diminished numbers.

What happened? Those were the only words she could say to me, her voice full of disbelief... maybe even shame.

I lifted my gaze and turned to watch Ed walk beside me, to see if I could spot that same shame in his face. But I couldn't tell-- the light of his torch was playing too many tricks on his features. He hadn't spoken to me since his shout when Caspian and I began to cross blades.

"Are you ashamed of me?" I asked quietly, my heart pounding in anticipation for his reply.

He took a deep breath, still looking ahead. I knew he loved me-- I was just waiting for him to say it... in his own way, at least.

"No..." he replied quietly, and I started to smile until he said, "but I'm ashamed of what you're thinking."

Now I frowned. "How can you possibly know what I'm thinking?" I demanded.

"You think we're alone in this."

"After that massacre last night, how can you think otherwise?" My raised voice echoed down the dark stone hall.

Ed shook his head; he still hadn't looked at me. "That massacre had nothing to do with Aslan, Pete."

My eyes immediately grew fierce. "Go ahead," I challenged. "Say it."

"Say what?"

"That you think it had to do with me!"

"Miraz killed those soldiers, Pete," he said softly. I could tell he thought more, but he'd never say it to me. But he did continue. "The White Witch killed Aslan, but it was my selfishness that gave her that power."

This whole conversation was just becoming an emotional rollercoaster. I didn't know whether to comfort my brother, or rip into him for going too far. Maybe that was the dilemma he was facing right now.

"It's just as much my fault as it is yours," he went on. "Because I knew it was a bad idea from the start, and I didn't say anything. I was behind you all the way. I always will be. And I guess that might be my greatest sin to Aslan."

"What is?" I asked; all the bitterness was gone from my voice.

Finally, Edmund looked at me, casting me a sidelong glance. "That I'll even go against Aslan... just to follow you..."

My breath shot from my lungs, and I just stared stupidly at my brother as he looked back ahead, into the darkness. I couldn't think of anything to say, even though my siblings had always labeled me the most articulate. All I could come up with was, "Where are we going anyway?"

"To the Table," he said. "I just really think we need to."

I fiddled with the lion's head on the hilt of my sword. "Do you really think it'll help?"

We were just approaching the entryway when he grimly replied, "It did wonders for me..."

The emotional rollercoaster continued as we heard Caspian's voice coming from within the Table's chamber. I snarled indignantly and began to turn away when I felt Ed's hand grip my arm to pull me back.

"Listen," he hissed.

"This isn't what I wanted!" Caspian was gasping. I had no idea who he might be in there with, and I didn't want to risk poking my head around the entryway and being seen by the Telmarine prince.

Then I heard the voice. It took me a moment to place it, but I could tell it went to Ed's heart instantly.

"One drop of Adam's blood, and you free me."

"No!" I whispered harshly. Ed was just shaking his head, his eyes round and his face deathly pale.

"Then I am yours, my King..."

My insides were wrenching, my back pressed against the stone. I kept picturing Caspian, releasing the White Witch from whatever bonds were holding her prisoner. I imagined the terror she'd unleash upon my Country, the destruction that would crash like a wave over Narnia. And in its wake, there would be Caspian-- the man who began it all. The scariest thing... I was relishing it.

A humming in my ear brought me back to the present. That humming was my brother. He was constantly whispering "No no no no no no no..." He turned to me, itching to dash into the chamber. But he was waiting for me-- to follow me. Suddenly that image of a shamed Caspian was replaced by the sight of Edmund, small and brave, being stabbed through the stomach by a shattered wand.

Heart suddenly fluttering with rage, I took a deep breath, drew my sword, and gave my brother someone to follow...