A/N: It has been way too long for you lot to wait for this chapter. xD. I just wanted to make it as good as I could so I didn't get hit with too many tomatoes. Lol. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: You all know that these characters all belong to C.S Lewis, but I can dream, can't I? D
Chapter Two
It was snowing…and I HATE snow.
I know it had been years since that time with her, but I know that nightmares are always the worst things to forget and take time to sink in, and with what I saw and what happened, I'm not sure that I'll ever really forget being with the White Witch. It had dug itself too deep into my thoughts and would be a reminder of who I once was.
Plus, it was quiet.
Too quiet, and being the person I am (even though Lu says I like to brood a lot), I like to have my noise around me, keeping me safe and helping me to keep an eye on how the Narnians and his family felt. You could always know if Susan wasn't happy because you could hear her footsteps walking up and down the corridor to her bedchamber, back and forth.
Annoying, really.
Here I stood, looking over the gentle seas near Cair Paravel, waves crashing against the rocks and entertaining the mermaids. I don't know they stand such cold waters. I was already shocked to find Peter once swimming in the grey seas, replying that 'he needed a brisk waking-up call' and I replied 'Fine…if you want to turn into a human icicle!'
Though the waves echoed in the distance, an odd quietness was settling, almost like the falling snow outside. I wasn't used to such quietness and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It made things seem so much colder. The birds that stayed for the winter weren't singing, the clouds were growing darker. Some may see this as an upcoming blizzard, but something...I couldn't say what…something deep within me was telling me that something had happened.
My thoughts felt like they were drifting and as the thoughts found their pattern, along came the image of Peter. It wasn't the familiar shy smile that I was used to, it wasn't even the strong look he wore before heading into battle, but…scared. Terrified even, and paler than the skin worn in death.
"No," I muttered, shaking my head fiercely, not wanting to see such things.
Peter was fine and well. Well, as well as a person who was sick could be, and yet…
The stubborn git.
I could hear him now telling me that I shouldn't even know such a 'colourful' language and that I would be setting a bad example to Susan and Lucy, but I could tell him a few times when all three of my siblings had used such language. Anyway, what else could you call someone who refused to say they were sick when it was obvious they were on their last legs?
So he was High-King? So what? He was also a human and that didn't mean he could hold off any illness until he was ready for them. Plus, he was admitting it to himself by carrying the smell of peppermint around him. Only used in occasions when he had colds.
My eyes carried themselves around the grounds of the Castle, seeing many of the fauns and centaurs heading for the cover of the corridors as the snow blew around them and howled.
Edmund…
That voice.
He was back.
Edmund…Narnia is in danger.
"What do you mean?" I breathed, not seeing any sign of the ancient lion, but feeling the warmth and strength he brought with him.
Peter has been attacked and has been taken through revenge. Narnia is feeling his pain. He needs his family…he needs you!
"But, Aslan, where is he?" I cried, looking around my room. "Where is he?"
He will show you the way. Follow the signs, Son of Adam, and he will not lead you wrong.
The feeling disappeared, taking away Aslan and all the answers that I wanted to ask him for. What did he mean 'Narnia is feeling his pain'? What has Peter? WHERE is Peter? I had to find him. If Aslan was right, then I couldn't let him suffer, not like I had.
"Ed, Oreius needs to ta…what is it?" came the voice of Lucy from the door to my bedchamber, her face had held a smile but it was now dying from whatever look my own face carried.
"It's Peter," I said quietly.
"Peter! What do you mean? If something had happened to him, we would have heard or the horn would have been sound!" Lucy said, her rosy cheeks paling, probably at the same thought that raid my own feverish mind. "Edmund, what's happened to him?"
"A-Aslan told me. He-He said that Peter was attacked and that he was taken through r-revenge,"
"Oh no…NO! Not Peter! Oh, Ed, we have to get the army together! We have to find Peter! Susan! SUSAN!"
Hurried footsteps told me Lucy had run to find our older sister. If she could move into action so quickly, why not me? Why couldn't I move?
Words came to the surface as I tried to make some understanding of what was happening. Words that I vowed never to forget and hold by till the day I died.
What you have done is in the past, Edmund, but there will be a time when all you have done will be come back and test you, pushing you to your very limit and forcing you to overcome the fear that lies within you. I do not know when this will happen, but when it does, you will know and it will lead you further on your path to being the King you dream to be. Take the test and learn from it. Your family will stand beside you and your decisions. They will believe in you and so will I.
I felt my hand find its way to my sword and clench tightly around it. I wasn't going to let Peter go through what he had. He meant too much to the kingdom. He means…
"…too much to me!" I growled, turning away from the window and marching out of the door and down to where I knew the army would be held. They were going to find their High-King and were going to bring him home.
"I promise."
A/N: See? I didn't kill Peter. I kept him alive, but I wanted to get through the thoughts and doubts that Ed might be feeling.
