Safe From Danger
By Narnian magic
My first C.S Lewis fic, but I love the movie as well as the books, and I just love the actors. This fic is weird, its more based in real life, the movie, and my imagination and my hopes than with the plan. It's weird, so yeah. Pairings? Like, DUH. I told you this story is twisted. A story where even siblings can fall in love…
Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything, so you can't sue me! (Except for the story plot, copyright me! So you can't steal it, if you do, I will find out, and you'll wish you've never been born)
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(Aslan's Camp)
"Narnia's not going to run out of toast, Ed." Lucy said after watching her brother eat hungrily. Edmund smiled at her before turning his attention back to his toast. Peter watched his siblings. "I'm sure they'll pack some up for the journey back." He said quietly, interrupting the conversing at the table. "We're going home?" Asked the eldest Pevensie girl after that obvious statement. Peter made eye contact with each of his sisters and brother. They had shocked expressions on their faces. "You are." He finally said after a small pause. "I promised Mum I'd keep you three safe. But that doesn't mean I can't stay behind and help." "But they need us!" the youngest Pevensie cut in. "All four of us." Her older brother just shook his head sadly and looked at Susan in the eyes. They reflected pain and desperation, telling him to not do this. Peter knew that if he stayed there any longer, he couldn't bear to let them go. So he broke the eye contact, turned around, and walked away, inside his tent.
Lucy stared after him, and then begin to cry. Susan held her close, and Edmund, like his younger sister, stared after their eldest brother. Susan spoke softly to Lucy, before the siblings caught each other's eyes, and they saw sadness reflected in each of them. A centaur walked up to them. "Your Majesties, please…I do not want to do this, but I have orders from the High King." the centaur couldn't say anymore, "Peter's no king yet." Edmund said sharply, arguing. His toast lay on the table, forgotten. But nothing he said could help. "If you please, Your Majesties." The centaur bowed. Susan frowned, then stood up to mount the radiant white horse close to her. Edmund and Lucy mounted another, with a glossy chestnut coat. Susan didn't like this. She, however, had no choice, but to mount and ride away as she gazed sadly over her back at the pavilion of her older brother, growing smaller over the distance that her horse was covering.
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