Remember Me
HEY GUYS! I know I haven't updated in awhile but I was out of the country and brought only my phone so it was really really hard for me to write this chapter on tiny keypad because mah thumbs are like puffy cheetos :)
I was really surprised when I got back yesterday and found 3 people had PMed me. That has never happened before and one of them was really angry that I hadn't update... is it weird that I'm happy about that LOL :D
Well anyway here's the chapter you've been waiting for... ENJOY!
"Stranger things have happened..."
CHAPTER 2
"Great. Just great." Edmund muttered as droplets of rain pelted over his hunched frame.
Just 5 minutes into his walk around the palace gardens and he's met by a downpour and is now currently trying to get to shelter.
It seemed, to the young man that Narnia was taking every chance to make him feel less and less at home every second – sleepless nights and on the nights he did get to sleep… nightmares. On top of that: problems in the Western Wood, harsh weather, and constant migraines.
Something was about to happen.
He couldn't seem to shake off that feeling and it irked him to no end.
His eyes squinted through the rain and focused on the dim lights that emitted from the castle, which was now quite a long way off now - he had walked farther than he had expected.
BEEP! BEEP!
His eyes widened and he turned his figure towards source of the strange sound – it was like a horn but there was something different about it but at the same time familiar.
"Who's there?" he called out – his body ridged and eyes alert.
He gazed into the thickness of the forest where the voice seemed to come from. "I'm going to regret this…" he thought as he pulled out a sharp dagger from his boot leg which he always kept on him and stepped into the thickness.
"PETER!" Lucy's shrill cry echoed through the palace halls.
The high king shot up, awakened from his peaceful slumber to have a frantic Lucy barge into the room.
The king's eyes widened at his sister's distress and he got out of bed and grabbed his sword.
"Lu, what's the matter?" he said as he held onto Lucy's small shoulders to steady her quivering frame.
"What's going on in here?" Susan's worried voice cut through the tension in the room and her gaze zeroed in on Lucy's shaking frame.
"What's happened Peter?" she asked rushing to her siblings' sides.
"That's what I'm trying to find out." Peter relied curtly and faced the hysterical girl once again.
"Edmund's gone." Lucy croaked before she burst into a fit of tears and buried her face into Peter's chest.
Edmund grunted as he ducked and cut yet another branch in the pouring rain. He was rather ticked off because he had only just realized that he could have in fact returned in the morning when it was not raining.
"Curiosity killed the cat." He muttered under his breath and cursed his unfortunate situation.
The sounds were long gone and he had no idea where he was – it was dark and it was raining.
"If this is some kind of test Aslan, a clue as to what I suppose to do exactly would be well appreciated." he called out to the visible sky in the small clearing above him.
Thunder crackled and the heavens cried even harder than ever.
"Thank you!" he called out rolling his eyes as he trudged onwards – he figured forest had to end somewhere right?
"I've sent the guards out to look for him around the palace gardens and he doesn't seem to be anywhere inside Cair." Susan said dejectedly.
Peter ran a hand through his unruly blonde hair and sighed.
"Do you think he –" but the king was cut off.
"No." came Susan's stern voice, "he did not run away Peter. He probably just wandered off somewhere. He has been acting rather odd lately… unfocused." She mused and looked over to her brother before walking towards him.
"He knows you love him." She said comfortingly as she rubbed her brother's back.
Peter and Edmund were still the same as the first time they entered Narnia. Despite their best efforts they were too different. Undoubtedly they loved each other but they still fought… a lot. And there were times when Peter would exercise his authority over Edmund – something that had been happening quite often in the past week because of Ed's recent 18th birthday celebration. Fact of the matter was that Edmund hated it.
The two older Pevensies turned their heads as the door opened to reveal Lucy who surprisingly had a smile on her tear stained features.
"Are you alright Lu?" Susan said as she opened her arms to embrace her younger sister who nodded her head in response.
"Aslan came to me in a dream…" she began giddily like a school girl on Christmas, "he is watching over Edmund and has something important planned for him."
"Does it ever end?" he thought exasperatedly as he swatted off another branch. "Well at least the rain receded."
He was halted in his tracks when he heard gruff voices in a distance. The young king crept over behind a large boulder and observed the scene before him.
"Did you hear the news?" a low and gruff voice asked.
"What news?" another replied.
Edmund peeked from his hiding spot. "Giants." He muttered and clutched his dagger tighter in his palm.
"The king traitor has gone missing."
Edmund cringed at the nickname. Traitor. Would it ever be forgotten?
"WHAAT! And you only bothered to tell me this now Nimgroll?" one sneered.
"She will be very disappointed to hear about this. The attack on Cair must be moved if there is only 3."
Edmund's eyes widened. Attack? On Cair Paravel?
"I've got to warn the others." He thought as he got up and hastily left his hideout.
"Well, well, well," a voice called behind him and his body stiffened, "look what we have here."
He turned to face two huge giants with smug grins on their faces.
"Stand down." He ordered raising his dagger.
"Stand down? Stand down he says?" One said laughing.
"You won't get away with this treachery." He sneered.
"Are you sure you're the right person to lecture us about treachery King Edmund?" they taunted before he lunged.
It seemed he was in a bit of a pickle.
After finishing off the two giants resulting in a few cuts and bruises, 4 more took their place and Edmund found himself running blindly through the forest.
The storm had picked up again.
"Really?" I shouted to the high heavens before sprinting away.
Their footsteps were getting louder. They were gaining on him.
"Shit. Shit. Shit." He cursed because there was no way he could fight 4 fully grown giants by himself with just a dagger. Just as he was about to wallow at how totally unfortunate his situation was lightning cut through the dark sky illuminating a nearby mountain.
"Was that there before?" he asked himself but decided not to think about it too much since he was after all still being chased and quickly made his way towards the mountain.
"Over there!" he heard one of the giants call out which made him run even faster but he stopped when he came to a dead end.
"I need a cave or a large crevice where I can hide." He thought as he glanced around and began feeling the sides of the mountain with his hands.
He looked to the right and saw the shadows of the approaching giants and eased himself into a corner.
"This is the end." He thought as he pressed himself as close as possible against the mountain walls only to fall back into the opening of a cave.
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THUD.
"What in Aslan's name…" he muttered on the ground as he glanced around the dark cave.
He was not going to ignore it anymore - this was definitely not here before and this was no ordinary mountain. In fact he doubted if it was a mountain was even a mountain and that this cave was even a cave. Caves did not have strange ropes lining the walls and the walls were not made of rocks…
"There is a deep magic more powerful than any of us that rules over all of Narnia. It defines right and wrong and governs all our destinies."
Governs all our destinies.
All.
Our.
Destinies.
It was then when he felt a sharp tug and he focused his eyes on a white speck at the end of the tunnel and heard a deafening roar before he was suddenly pulled up.
"What in the blazes are you doing down there boy?" a scruffy man asked, "You could have gotten yourself run over by the train."
"Train?" he thought as he looked around him and his gaze focused on a sign.
London Train Station.
His eyes widened.
He was back.
It was quite disorienting for him and his clothes had disappeared and he was clad in faded grey trousers but they weren't trousers they had some kind of a rough feel to them and a white shirt that turned red at the sleeves and strange cloth shoes which had rubber as it's tip.
"What am I wearing?" he muttered under his breath and the man who had saved him eyed him curiously.
"Are you sure you're alright lad? Do you want me to call your folks?" he asked to which Edmund shook his head.
"I'm aright. Thank you." he said standing and facing the man.
Then an idea popped into his head.
"Actually there may be something you could do to aid me," he said, "would you happen to know where Harold and Alberta Scrubb live?"
Yes, his own relatives who resided in London would be a good place to go to. That is if they were still alive… what year was it now? It was all part of his brilliant plan: find Scrubbs' house and get to Eustace.
"Scrubb?" the man asked as he rubbed his chin, "You know them?" he asked and Edmund nodded his head.
"They're my relatives."
The man's face brightened as he quickly gave Edmund the directions to the Scrubb residence.
"Good luck kid; they're not the nicest of people." The man said before walking off.
About an hour later, he found himself standing in front of a quaint house. To tell you the truth Edmund was a little freaked out by this new London; the cars were different and people spoke into small black rectangular things like someone could actually hear them. Yup, definitely strange. Very strange.
He rang the doorbell and hoped to Aslan that Eustace would be the one to answer the door.
He began taking note of his surroundings...
"Edmund?" a voice gasped and the said boy turned to face his now rather grown up, bedraggled cousin.
"Hello Eustace."
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