Wounded Chapter 1

AN: Okay, so this is my very first Narnia Fanfic! I recently got re-obsessed with it and my head has been full of Narnian stories! The only problem is I have like 10+ stories in my head, but I have to do them one at a time. This one has been haunting me. So I thought I'd do it first, and it's relatively short... I think... anywho! Just a side note... this chapter is basically the movie. But don't skip it. There will be some thoughts from the Pevensies!

This changes perspectives from character to character. Try and keep a look out!

And, if any of you Narnia lovers also love the show Castle, I have quite a few out if you want to check them out(;

But I don't want to go on babbling and getting off subject so without further adieu...

Wounded

Peter took a deep breath. Edmund was by his side, giving him a slight, stern nod. This was it. He walked steadily from the how and soon the bright, warm sun hit his face and he could hear cheering. The Narnian army flashed their weapons and yelled as he walked up to the ring. He reminded himself that he was High King Peter. 15 years of battles upon battles would lead up to this moment. And yet, he still felt that 16 year old school boy coming up to the surface. "NO!" He shouted to himself. He would not be defeated. He took another deep breath. Unsheathed his sword and walked forward.

"If it seems to be going poorly," Miraz said with a nod toward the cross- bow.

"Understood, your Majesty." General Glazelle said with a nod, in total understanding.

Miraz grabbed his helmet and sternly said "I will be back in a few minutes." He stood facing Peter.

Both men walked towards each other. The intenseness of the moment made the crowd go silent. Both army's watched, waited to see if their King would survive.

"There's still time to surrender," shouted Miraz.

"Well feel free." Peter said.

"How many more must die for the throne?"

"Just ONE." Peter slammed his helmet shut and leaped on the rocks.

'CLING!' Both crowds cheered as the fighting began.

Flash, cling, gasp, grunt, one after the other. Pushing, pulling, yanking, slamming, hitting, throwing. Edmund couldn't keep up. Peter was down - no wait, he was back up. The whole thing made him sick to his stomach. Glints from the swords blinded Edmund several times. But he kept a steady gaze. Miraz shoved his shield at Peter's head, causing his helmet to fly off. Another swing of his sword and the chain mail was off. Edmund took a deep breath. Peter cut Miraz's leg. It phased him, but made him angry. Peter was thrown to the ground and Miraz stomped on his shield. And crack could be hear above the shrill, pain- filled yell from Peter. He rolled, keeping Miraz from stabbing him, and hitting his feet so he fell over also. Peter stood up, pain evident in his face. Edmund was worried he would not last much longer.

A horse whinnied coming from the forest. It caught Edmund's attention quickly. On it, Susan and Caspian. Edmund's heart dropped to his toes - Lucy was not on it. But his attention quickly shifted back to Peter as Miraz spoke. "Does His Highness need a respite?"

"Five minutes?" An exhausted Peter asked.

"THREE." Miraz yelled.

Peter's face scrunched in pain as he grabbed at his shoulder and limped away from Miraz towards Edmund, Susan and Caspian.

"Lucy.."

"She got through, with a little help." Susan said, obviously worried about her older brother.

"Thanks." Peter gave a weary smile at Caspian.

"Well, you were busy." Caspian smiled, hoping to give a lighter feel to the intense moment.

Peter looked up to the archers. "You better get up there, I don't suppose the Telmarines well keep their word."

Susan gave a slight nod and walked over to give Peter a hug. He gasped. "Oh sorry."

"It's ok," he whispered.

"Be careful."

Edmund looked towards the chattering crowd. "Keep smiling."

Peter raised his sword and gave a hard smile through the pain. The crowd cheered.

Edmund grabbed the stool and helped Peter sit down. Caspian walked around to took the shield off Peter's arm, and he yelled in pain. He looked to Edmund.

"I think it's dislocated," he said breathless.

Edmund walked around trying to stay calm for Peter, while inside he wanted to hug Peter, help him up, walk him in to the How, in to safety. But he couldn't. All he could do was be there for him, help him through his pain, be his strong hold when he needed it. He had to stay strong. He felt Peter's shoulder for a misplaced bone of any sort, and Peter spoke quietly.

"I wonder what happens, back home, when you die here.."

Edmund wanted to burst. He did not want his brother to speak this way. But Peter kept going.

"You know you've always been there, and I never really-"

CRRACCK! Edmund stopped Peter from his depressing statement and popped his shoulder back in to place. Peter let out a loud groan that even caught the attention of the opposing side.

"Save it for later."

Peter immediately felt the pain in his shoulder start to fade as he moved it back and forth. He would have kept on with his statement but it was obvious Edmund would not let him finish his thought, the three minutes was up. He stood up. Took another deep breath. Refused his helmet, because his head ached. He looked at Miraz. His leg had been wrapped and he looked fierce.

Edmund watched as Peter and Miraz came in contact once again. Miraz showed no mercy. Hit after hit Peter took. Shove, push, anything. Peter fell to the ground. Edmund watched, afraid this was the end. But then, Peter did a movement with his legs Edmund had never seen before, and Miraz fell. They both got up, Peter now with the upper hand. Peter got the sword out of Miraz's hand, threw down his shield and went full force to Miraz, tried to stab him but failed, Miraz got the sword out of Peter's hand, smacked him in the face. They both were now in an intense fist fight. Miraz thrusted his shield at Peter, but Peter turned it around so a pain would go through Miraz's back. Peter was elbowed in the face and fell to the rocks. Peter recoiled and punched the wound he gave Miraz. Miraz fell down to the ground, one hand up, whispering "respite.." Peter looked closely at Miraz.

"Now's not the time for chivalry Peter!" Edmund yelled. But he gave the respite to Miraz. He walked towards Edmund, tired, ready to be done. Suddenly he heard Miraz yell. "Now!"

Peter was confused. The next moment happened in a flash. Edmund's eyes grew wide as he shouted "NO!" But it was too late. Peter's walk stopped. His eyes grew wide. And he began to fall over.

General Glazelle has succeeded. A single arrow stuck out of Peter's back.

AN: Don't kill me! I promise you'll like the story. Especially if you are an Edmund fan... he gets a time in the spotlight. (; Please review! Reviews give me fuel to keep going, more reviews means faster updates! (; And thanks for reading!