This is another fic I wrote up in two hours. The first part I know has been used and abused many times but I made it a little different and the other part is about a month after the Pevensies have been crowned. I thank Lady of Stormness Mountain and Gin Nee (apologies for not mentioning your name sooner Gin) for being my beta.
I'm borrowing Narnia and will give it back.
I hope you enjoy.
Lucy was only able to see black and white…
"Edmund is terribly wounded. We must go see him," Peter said with anxiety.
They ran over to their fallen brother.
Lucy saw red leaking out, flowing to the ground making a red puddle.
She couldn't see any more colors but red.
She heard her fallen brother groan and gasp.
She saw his chest rise and fall feebly and unevenly.
She felt his cold hand that had red on it.
The clank of the helmet was shallow compared to the sound of choking from their fallen brother.
She saw a modest stream of red flowing from their fallen brother's mouth.
"Lucy the cordial, now," said Susan
Lucy pulled out a bottle. It was made of diamond and filled with something red. She gave her fallen brother a drop of red.
The red stopped flowing. The puddle stopped building.
The sounds that her fallen brother had made silenced as she watched.
His chest didn't rise and fall anymore.
His hand was colder.
The choking stopped.
The red stream stopped flowing from her fallen brother's mouth.
She wouldn't be able to see her brother's dark brown eyes anymore.
Her brother, Edmund, was fallen forever.
She lurched upwards, as if she had been shocked, and looked around. She was in her room, not the battlefield. The dream was so vivid though, like he had fallen for good. She jumped out of bed ran past Peter's chambers and to Edmund's door. She opened it quietly, stepping in.
"Thank Aslan — his bed sheets are blue," she thought as Edmund rolled to the opposite side.
She wasn't usually the one to have nightmares. But once she did and slept with Susan but this time Susan had been so stressed out the last three days with the burdens of a kingdom and she needed the sleep. Lucy slipped into the blue covers with Edmund and fell asleep.
Edmund woke up and almost rolled on Lucy. He noticed her and thought she just had a nightmare, but she would've slept with Susan. He shook his head and shuffled off the bed, trying not to wake her. He opened the curtains and changed his tunic top, almost putting a red one on.
"Maybe you should put this green one on instead," said Lucy
Edmund turned around to see Lucy sitting up wide awake and said, "Good morning. When did you start caring which tunic I wear?"
When he turned around to face Lucy she got a good look at the scar— all that was left of the wound from which he almost lost his life from. Edmund noticed her gaze.
"I like the green one better," she said pulling at the sheets.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I saw you wounded in my nightmare."
"I'm usually the one that has the nightmares. Was it Beruna?"
Lucy nodded, Edmund turned around to face a mirror.
"This scar reminds me that life can end so suddenly, but thanks to you I didn't die. Lucy, don't worry about what could've happened. Just be proud that you were the one that saved me," said Edmund
Lucy nodded again.
"I sounded like Peter," added Edmund
"You did a little," agreed Lucy
"But can I put the red shirt on and change the rest of the way now?" he asked
"Yes," she answered walking out of Edmund's chambers knowing she was going to have a good day like she always has.
Fin
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