Chapter 2, same disclaimer as before.
When Peter had entered the tent, he had expected to find Edmund asleep, snoring quietly into one of the cots, what he did not expect was to so see his baby brother unconscious, curled up on the floor, tears drying on his ashen, battered cheeks.
A traitorous part of him wanted to turn right around and leave Edmund where he lay,
How could he comfort someone who had betrayed him?
Did Edmund deserve comfort?
These thoughts fleeting as they were built up and before he knew it he outside again. He fled from the person he'd once thought he would do anything to protect, but now he couldn't, he hadn't been able to for a long time.
Aslan was dead. Their only hope of victory was gone.
Now all of Narnia looked to him to lead them. Peter now sat at the helm of an army that was doomed to perish. His thoughts should have been on the strategies that could, with any luck, allow them to live a little longer than they might, but instead Edmunds words rang in his mind.
"Aslan believed you could, and so do I"
Why was it that it was person he was not strong enough to forgive, was the person to give him the courage to go into battle?
The Witch's army was suddenly insight and all thoughts of his brother left him.
"FOR NARNIA AND FOR ASLAN!"
The armies clashed, fire against ice.
They had been driven to the rocks but Edmund was determined to fight, to redeem himself in the eyes of the people of Narnia, and in the eyes of his brother and if that meant dying, well it was as much as he thought he deserved.
Peter had yelled for him to leave but then he saw Her heading straight for his brother and all was a blur.
"Peter said to get out of here"
"Peter's not king yet"
As his sword, too heavy in his young hands swung down, shattering down onto the Witches wand, a breath escaped him.
As that same shattered, wand pierced his flesh a tear escaped him. He did not hear his Peter's anguished cry.
The Witch turned away from him, with no more than a disgusted sneer.
As Edmund laid there, pain searing through him, a thought escaped him.
"I'm sorry, Peter"
Wow that was angstyier than before.
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