I don't own the Chronicles of Narnia series – book or movie.
(Edmund POV)
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a clear blue sky. Keeping my eyes fixed on the sky, I tried to remember what had just happened. Memories slowly flood into my brain. Coming to America. Seeing Mother and Susan again. The ache that turned into a burning pain. And then passing out. I groaned, shifting slowly until I was sitting up. Looking around, I realized that I was lying on a beach.
"It's the same beach we found on our second trip to Narnia." I whispered to myself. Mustering up the strength, I stand up and turn around. Up at the top of the hill, a white castle blocked out half the sky. I felt myself start to smile.
"Cair Paravel. They rebuilt it." I remember my siblings and turn back around. Lucy was sprawled out farther down the beach, closer to the sparkling water. Susan and Peter were next to each other about halfway between the water and the tree line. I was farther to the left of them. Susan was starting to sit up, so I ran over to her.
"Where are we?" She groaned, rubbing her forehead. She looked up at me, then behind me. Her eyes widened. "No, we are not… We're in Narnia?"
"Yes, we do happen to be in Narnia." I told her, moving towards Peter and shaking him gently.
"Why are we in Narnia?" Susan looked annoyed. "Aslan told us we were never allowed back here."
"Well, he must have changed his mind." I said, letting go of Peter as he sat up.
"Do any of you have a headache?" Was the first thing he said "Because I do." I shrug.
"I do not, I am going to go wake up Lucy. I think we're on the beach we were on when we came to Narnia the second time." I turned around and started down the beach towards Lucy. But Lucy was not there.
"Where is Lucy?" I murmured, scanning the beach. I walked to Lucy's original position and saw the imprint in the sand where Lucy lied. A small set of footprints walked towards the water, veering off to the right. I followed the tracks with my eyes as they led farther across the beach. I saw the footprints round a corner right as a scream ripped through the air.
"Lucy?" Peter's voice came from behind me and I started running towards Lucy's voice. Peter ran past me, reaching Lucy before either Susan or I could. I raced around the rock and skidded to a stop next to Lucy. Lucy turned and hugged me, turning her face away from the scene in front of us. Susan walked past us and kneeled next to Peter.
Peter was squatting next to a girl's body. Dark blond hair spread out around her head like a fan, thick and curly. Most of her legs were bare and extremely short, rough, blue pants were all she had on. Dark purple fabric clung to her torso, held together only by thin straps on her shoulders. She had delicate features, green eyes and light pink lips.
"She's beautiful." Peter breathed, staring at the girl in odd clothes.
"And dead." Susan said somewhat dryly, holding the girl's wrist. She dropped it next to the body. "She has no pulse."
"What's wrong with her eyes?" Lucy asked timidly, loosening her grip her me. I step closer to the stranger, Lucy trailing behind more slowly. Once I get closer, I could see that she meant. Her eyes, which had looked normal and green at first, were covered in an odd film. Looking at them straight on, they were misty and clouded.
"It looks like ice is covering them." I said, looking at the girl curiously. Who was she? What was she doing here?
"We need to bring her to the castle." Peter stood up suddenly, brushing his hands on his trousers.
"I cannot believe they rebuilt it so fast." I said, stretching. I watched as Peter picked up the girl and Susan got up.
"We don't know what year it is here, five hundred years might have passed." Susan said.
"Do you think Caspian is still king?" Lucy followed Peter back to the beach, Susan behind her.
"Who knows?" Susan snapped, looking annoyed. "Why do we have to be back here? I was getting used to living without this place."
"Wait a moment." The other three turned to me. "Did you hear something? I could have sworn I heard someone gasping."
"I didn't hear anyone." Peter said, adjusting the girl in his arms. I looked around the beach, trying to locate where I had heard the sound.
"Listen for a moment." I insisted, stopping in my tracks. I concentrated on the sounds around me. I could hear the water eating rhythmically against the sand, the trees rustling at the very edges of the beach. And cutting through the peaceful aura was the faint, jagged sound of a person breathing heavily.
"I can hear it." Susan broke the silence quietly. "We should go see who it is."
I broke off from my siblings and started running in the general direction of the breathing. The farther up the beach I got, the louder the sound got until it was the only thing I could hear. Another outcropping of rocks was to the left, and I circled around it. And there on the ground was another girl.
She was not quite as tall as the first girl, but she was definitely not short, probably around my height. She's in the same short blue pants as the first girl, but a green top with thicker straps. She was writhing in what seemed like pain, although she looked fine physically. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were clutching her stomach. Pale red hair wrapped loosely around her neck as she kept squirming.
"I found her!" I yelled to my siblings as I dropped to my knees beside the girl. I carefully guided her hands away from her stomach, trying to see what was wrong. Her shirt had ridden up her torso, showing her bare stomach. Everything looked fine; no sign of any wounds. One of her hands escaped my grasp and flew towards my face, slapping me hard and then returned to her stomach. Pausing briefly to rub my cheek, I grab both her wrists and pin them to the ground as Susan and Lucy reach us.
"What happened?" Susan asked, looking horrified. Lucy rushes over next to me.
"I don't know! When I reached her, she was holding her stomach and twitching." I said desperately as Peter catches up to us, the dead girl still in his arms. Placing her gently in the sand, he came over and sat on her other side.
"She doesn't have any injuries." I told him, still restraining her wrists. Her violent struggle was slowing down, and a few tense minutes later, it stopped entirely, and her arms went limp. I cautiously let go of her wrists, and when she didn't move, I retracted my hands entirely.
"We should go to Cair Paravel." Susan told us. "The girl needs help." I nodded.
"How do we get both of them there?" I asked, gesturing towards the two girls.
"We should-" Peter began, but the girl moaned, cutting him off. She slowly opened her eyes, revealing pale blue irises. Rubbing her temples, she slowly sat up, ignoring the four of us.
"Where the hell am I?" she asked, closing her eyes again. She moved backwards so that she was leaning against the rock behind her. Dropping her hands, she opened her eyes again.
"And who the hell are you?" She looked over the four of us disdainfully. Susan sat up straighter.
"Why are you here?" Lucy asked curiously, ignoring the girl's questions.
"I have no freaking idea, and if I did I would find a way to leave. All I know is that I was peacefully hanging out with Nikki, and then boom! here I am in this weird place being stared at by strangers!" the red haired girl snapped, crossing her arms.
"What is your name?" Lucy continued, still curious.
"Who are you people?" the girl repeated her earlier question.
"We're the Pevensies, I'm Lucy, this is Peter," Lucy pointed at Peter, "that's Susan, and next to me is Edmund."
"Eva," the girl, Eva, said reluctantly. "Now where the hell am I?" Eva started to stand up, but immediately fell back down, her hands back on her stomach.
"Are you okay?" Peter asked gently as Eva's face twisted in pain.
"Well, last I checked there was a huge hole in my stomach." Eva looked down at her body. "But now there's none, so I am flippin confused."
"There was a hole in your stomach?" Susan looked horrified by the thought.
"How did you get here?" I shifted so I'm sitting cross-legged in the sand. Eva turned to me.
"Well," She started, "Me and Nikki were walking to her boyfriend's house, when Nikki shrieked and fell. But when she hit the ground, she just disappeared. No big puff of smoke, nothing. It was like the sidewalk swallowed her. I stood there shocked for a minute, but then I felt a searing pain in my stomach, but it was cold, like an icicle had been shoved into me. When I looked down, there was a gaping wound right there." Eva poked a spot on her stomach, "And that's when I passed out. And then I got here, surrounded by you weirdos." Eva rubbed her stomach.
"How did you get here?" Eva asked, seemingly calmer.
"Same way you did, really." Peter said, sitting back. "We started having pains in our chests, and when they became unbearable, we all fainted. This is Narnia, by the way."
"Narnia?" she repeated.
"What are you wearing?" Susan broke into the conversation, staring at Eva's clothes. Eva stared back.
"I am wearing jeans and a tank top. What are you wearing?" Eva threw back at the other girl.
"Proper clothes, unlike yours, which show an alarming amount of leg." Susan smoothed her skirt.
"Wait, when are you from?" Eva sat up straight suddenly.
"America," I said, confused.
"What decade is it?" she persisted, looking at us.
"The 1940's," I replied slowly. Eva stared at me, not even blinking. I look away from her burning gaze. "When are you from?"
"2000's," she breathed, "2012."
"How is that possible?" Lucy asked, voicing my exact bewildered thoughts. Eva shrugged.
"We're here," she said dryly. "I think it's possible. Wait, have any of you seen Nikki? She's tall, blonde hair, purple shirt." Eva looked around anxiously. All of us simultaneously looked down.
"About her," I started. "There's something you need to know." The little blood in her face drained, making her pale face chalk white.
"What happened to her?" Eva demanded, "What did you do to her?" her voice rose in both pitch and volume with every word.
"We found her dead." I said quietly, playing with my fingers. Eva stared at me again, and this time I couldn't break her stare. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes.
"Are you okay?" Peter asked again. Eva glares at him.
"I'm restraining myself from attacking one of you. And my best friend is apparently dead. But yes, I'm okay." She said mockingly sweet, making Peter blush and look down.
"Stupid question," he murmured.
"I want to see her body." Eva got on her knees, glaring at all of us. I stood and held out my hand. Rolling her eyes, she grasped my hand tightly and pulled herself up, where she promptly started to sway.
"Where is she?" Eva swung her head around, throwing herself off balance. She started to stumble, but I stepped forward and put my hand on her back until she was steady, then pointed to the body partially hidden by one of the rocks. Eva lurched forward, falling to her knees beside her friend's body. Peter climbed onto one of the rocks. Eva's ragged breathing comes back as she stared at Nikki's body. After a few minutes, Eva got up and started to walk away from us.
"Where are you going?" Lucy called out to her. Eva pointed to Cair Paravel.
"The palace, I want to learn about this place." Eva broke into a run, and was fine for a couple steps, until her legs gave out from under her. Peter got off his rock and we all ran to her.
"I can't walk, run, or basically move." She muttered, looking mad. "Bleepity bleepity bleepity bleep."
"What?" Susan asked, but Eva ignored her.
"We have to get up there." Eva looked longingly at the white marble.
"Yes, we do. We have friends up there." I told her. "But you cannot walk."
"We could carry her." Peter suggested. "Ed, you carry her, I'll carry the other one. And the girls can start towards Cair Paravel."
"Nikki," Eva said, but it lacked emotion. "Come on, boy with the weird name. Time to carry me."
I stepped forward awkwardly, and slid my arms under her shoulders and knees, effortlessly picking the girl up. She was oddly light. Peter ran back to grab Nikki.
"My name is not weird." I started walking towards the slope that would lead us to Cair Paravel.
"Yes it is. Edmund?" She snorted. "I have never heard anyone else with that name."
"Then it is not weird, it is different, unique." I walked faster to try and catch up to Susan and Lucy.
"Edmund?" She sounded tired.
"Yes?" I avoided the first tree I came to, ducking under the low branches.
"I think I'm going to faint again."
"That's not good."
"Nope, but I don't feel great." She agreed, then fell silent. I looked down to see her eyes closed and her breathing evening out.
"Oh, and Edmund?"
"Yes?" I asked again, surprised she was still awake.
"I'm sorry." I paused to look down again.
"What for?"
I am so so so so so so so so sorry for not updating in, like, a month and a half. School was being evil and decided to give me all the hard projects in the last term. But now it's over! YAY!
So, I didn't love this chapter. I can't figure out how to write a) Susan, and b) their old less modern talk. So if you guys have any helpful tips, tell me. I really want to improve this. And on that note, review! Reviews=motivation, motivation=chapters.
Ok, I'm going to leave now.
Adios!