Umm.. Hi? I really hope you like this! I'm new to the whole fanfic thing so if something isn't perfect, please, no hate. This story is set during the Golden Ages and follows Susan and Edmund. Hope you enjoy!
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Susan's POV
My little brother lay dying on the ground and I could do nothing about it. Poor Ed, why had he forgiven me? I didn't deserve it. "Susan," his voice was a harsh whisper. "I- I'm so sorry Edmund!" I flung myself down by his side cradling him in my arms. "Well, isn't this sweet," a charming voice crooned from the shadows. Jaidas. "Edmund, dear, why must you always make such a stir? It's beginning to get very annoying." He moaned. "Why did you do this?" I asked her. My voice betrayed my emotions, it was cool, calm, collected while inside of me everything was screaming to be let out. "Susan, I didn't do anything, it was you who pushed your brother to this death." I had. It was all my fault. If I hadn't gotten on him so terribly about fighting with one of the guards I wouldn't be miserable and Edmund wouldn't be dying. He had run himself through with a sword. "Su" his faint voice broke through my thoughts. That voice that so often teased me and corrected when I was wrong. "Su I just wanted you to know I- I-" he never finished.
I woke up with a start willing my self not to cry out. A figure stood at the edge of my bed shaking. "Su, are you alright?" It was Edmund. "Yes, just a bad dream. Nothing to be worried about." Even in the dark I could tell he didn't believe me. "That was what, the fifth one this month?" He sighed sitting next to me. I gladly made room for my brother. "What was it this time?" He asked. "Oh Ed, it was awful!" I cried suddenly unable to contain my emotions. I cursed myself for it. "You got in a fight with a guard and I got mad, and the next thing I knew I was in your room right after you had stabbed yourself, and then Jaidas showed up saying it was all my fault and I believed her." I just sat there sobbing like a child who had just lost a pet. Or had a bad dream. "Shh, shh, it's okay." My brother, my dear little brother wrapped his arms around me and whispered reassurances into my ear. I buried my face in his chest and willed sleep to wash over me.
Edmund's POV
I awoke to the sun shining in my eyes and with the dreadful feeling of knowing that you had more training all day. "Edmund, time to get up. You've overslept enough as it is." My instructor came to shake me awake. "Okay, okay, I'm up." Not really. Susan had had another nightmare last night. This time it was about me. We were the only two who knew about them and they had been going on for about a month. All of them involved someone dying and her being able to do nothing about it. "Edmund!" "I'm coming!" Why must everyone be in a hurry?
Training was hard. Just because a dwarf is small doesn't mean it's weak. I learned that lesson. "Oh come on Ed!" My older brother Peter said, "how hard is it to jump over a sword?" Very hard when you got two hours of sleep the night before. But there was no time to answer because my attacker had come at me again. Blocking him with my shield I stood up and readied mysf for another blow. We shuffled around in circles before I jabbed him, nicking his right shoulder. "Is that all you've got Edmund! Come on!" Peter had been on me all day. After I received and gave a few more blows my brother decided to speak up again, "this should've been over fifteen minutes ago." He grumbled. That's was the last straw. "Shut up, Pete" I snarled and dropped my sword and shield and stormed off. Leaving a dumbfounded but victorious dwarf and my wicked brother behind me. "Edmund you get back here." He shouted after me. I didn't even look back. Why did he hate me?
Susan's POV
What was the point of target practice? I never missed anyway, with the magical bow that St. Nicolas gave me on the first Christmas in Narnia after 100 years of winter. "That's enough for today" my instructor, Mina said after two hours of hitting the target perfectly. She curtsied and went away. I sat on a bench and sighed. I almost wished target practice wasn't over because I didn't have time to think about my dream. Almost. I buried my head in my hands and drew a shaky breath. I was not going to cry. I couldn't. "Susan!" My older brother Peter, yelled for me from the courtyard. "I'm here!" I called shaking myself off and putting on a smile. Peter strode around the corner his mess of sandy blonde hair sticking out in a bunch of different ways as if he had been running his hands through it. One look at his face and my smile completely disappeared. "Peter what's wrong?" I got up and went towards him. "Have you seen Ed?" His voice full of worry. "Oh Peter! What happened?" "He ran off again." He said simply. "What? Why?" I really didn't want to know the answer. "I was rough on him during practice, probably more than I should have been. He ran off in the middle of it. Pid isn't very happy about it." Why was Peter always so hard on him? It's not like he had done anything to him. Taking a deep breath I composed myself again. "He's probably just somewhere in the castle." I said. A very logical explanation. There were plenty of places to hide and gut away from people for a while. I should know. "That's just it," Peter said his voice shaking. Oh no, here comes the bad part. "Phillip is missing along with a few saddle bags and a tent." He lowered his gaze not quite being able to look at me. I had to be strong for him. "He probably just needs some space. He'll be back tomorrow." Who was I kidding? My baby brother had run away, and what was I doing? I was just standing there, doing nothing. Fantasizing that he would be back before dinner tomorrow. I looked up in time to see Peter wipe tears from his face. "Oh Pete," I held my arms out and he crashed into me. "It's all my fault." He whispered. "All my fault."
Edmund's POV
"You know they'll come out looking for you," Phillip, my horse said. "If they even care." I was mad. No one had tried to stop me, they hadn't even asked me where I was going. Lucy had just smiled at me and waved. All Peter had done was stand there like an idiot. And Susan, I couldn't be mad at her because she hadn't even seen me. But I still was. I was mad at her for her stupid dream about me. I was mad at her for loving me. I was mad at myself for loving her.
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