Chapter 2. Peter's Dream
When Peter opened his eyes he was suprised. He expected to see his bedroom, with the fire smouldering across from his four poster bed, and the bed curtains fluttering carelessly. He expected stone walls and familiarality. But instead of the comfy duvet around him, he woke to something gently tickling his face. He sat up quickly. There were flowers, thousands of white flowers, towering above where he lay. They danced as they were caressed by the wind, it sounded as though they were saying "Shhhh..."
He stood up, perplexed. He didn't know this place but he felt as though he had been there before. But did not feel like home. The flowers stretched on as far as the eye could see, beyond to the pink hue of the morning. It was a place that could only belong to Narnia, only, it was without the warmth. Even though the valley of flowers was certainly beautiful, it felt empty. Cold.
When standing, the flowes reached his thighs, he did not press forward for fear of crushing them.
It was at this moment he noticed the other person. The person picked their way through the flowers without disturbing them, caressing the ivory petals as they passed. The person was dressed completley in black,a light material draped around them like the air itself. Their hair was as black as the night. He realised.
" Edmund!" he called, but no sound came from the lips.
"Shhhh" said the flowers, stealing his words. Edmund continued to walk away from him, never once looking back.
" Ed!" he tried again, but his words were taken by the wind. Edmund continued walking, the flowers taking his hand, urging him forward.
Peter attempted to move forward but his legs felt like lead and when he jerked forward to run he tumbled into the flowers, his vision became cloudy, he could only just see his brother, dressed in black, being led out of sight, by the white flowers.
Peter woke with a start. His brow was slick with sweat and his chest heaved with every breath, his heart hammered against his ribs painfully. He was curious about the dream, it was strange, normally he was such a heavy sleeper, he didn't dream at all, but when he did, they were vivid. He knew this all too well, having dreamt about the safety of his siblings before. And mostly about one in particular. But this dream was different than the ones he had. The dreams from before mostly centred around the final battle with the White Witch, about losing his brother.
His thoughts were interrupted when there was a quiet tapping on the door.
" You may enter" he called, sliding into the role of High King, even at such an ungodly hour of the morning. His look softened when Lucy poked her round cheeks gingerly around the door.
" Peter...are you feeling alright? I heard you calling out." Peter stretched out his arms in a welcoming gesture. Lucy came in, still clad in her nightwear, and settled on the bed next to him.
" It was just a silly dream Lucy, don't worry about it." he reassured her.
"...It didn't sound silly at all, Peter, you sounded desperate, in pain." She looked up at him with the eyes of someone twice her age. It looked as though there will be no secrets tonight.
"...It was about Ed..." he started hesitantly.
" Was it about the...the Witch?" even after two years, it was a touchy subject.
" No, not this time Luce." Lucy breathed a sigh of relief, but confusion swept across her face.
" Then what was it?" She could not think of another situation where Edmund's wounds had been life threatning.
" He was leaving me behind, and I was unable to stop him." Lucy's face lit up, despite the atmosphere.
" Don't be silly, Ed's in his room, sleeping, like you should be!" He smiled down at Lucy's innocence and unriveled power to bring cheer to a gloomy face.
" I know, but I'd like to check on him anyway." Peter ushered Lucy back to her bed for her " beauty sleep" which she giggled at, he tucked her in, snug and tight before tiptoeing out again. He made his way down the elagant halls of their home towards his brother's room and slipped beyond the doors into the gloomy darkness...
Meanwhile, the two travelling companions slept fitfully, the frost on the ground permenated through their clothes, the sun having not risen far enough in the sky to kiss the earth with it's warmth. Edmund stirred when a biting wind whistled through the clearing, ruffling his dark hair. He sat up, alarmed at first by his unfamiliar surroundings. But when he felt Phillip's reassuring precence he remembered everything. He felt a small surge of guilt for abandoning his siblings.
But it's for the best, he thought. He was already carrying so much guilt, what was a little more? Once he had gathered his thoughts, he stood stiffly to start the day. He nudged Philliip awake, and searched his bag for food. His friend rose gracefully,
" Good morning Your Ma- Edmund!" he said cheerfully. Edmund picked up on this right away.
" You're in good spirits, despite what I've dragged you into." he bit into an apple from the orchard as Phillip grazed nearby.
" I'll follow you no matter what the circumstances, Sire." Edmund frowned at the formality but decided it was heaps better than " Your Majesty" all the time. He shook himself from his thoughts when he noticed Phillip speaking.
" So, Sire, What is the plan?" Edmund's face darkened, his eyes black.
" We head to the Stone Table first. Then we head west to the Shuddering Woods."
" The Stone Table, Sire?"
" Yes..." his voice sounded distant, " We are going to right some wrongs."
Ok, so....THIS IS IMPORTANT.!!
If you did'nt understand the dream, it was euphenistic, the flowers represented the narnians ( white for innocence) and Edmund is the sinner (obviously), he was wearing black which has two meanings. First, that black represents evil, and second it represents a funeral shroud, as in the narnians were leading edmund to his rightful death on the stone table. Sorry about the complication.
On a happier note...its *snowing* !!! i love snow ans i was so inspired i wrote this chapter!
This chapter is dedicated to unicorn-skydancer08 for such a kind review. Stay poised cause the next chapter's coming soon!! 3
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