A/N: Hey guys! It's me once again! And I'm here to bring another chapter. This might not be the best chapter especially since, the relationship changed in the very ending. I am going to try my best not to crack on the hate, and end up in the same relationship so I'll see how this goes!
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-Ages:
* Alaura Hunter: Born on December 10th, 1997. She is 15 years old.
* Edmund Pevensie: Born in Finchely, England. He is 17 years old.
* Lucy Pevensie: Born in Finchely, England. She is 13 years old.
* Susan Pevensie: Born in Finchely, England. She is 19 years old
* Peter Pevensie: Born in Finchely, England. He is 20 years old.
* Trumpkin: UNKNOWN
- I know it's really out of the books. But I'm not really following the books, age order. I want an age difference between Edmund and Alaura, I find that an older guy makes their relationship attractive. I guess? I know I'm weird.
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Updated: 30/08/12
Chapter Seven: The One with the Incident
Alaura couldn't help but shiver at the sight of fallen trees. There out in the open were group of men, their chests bare, lifting away the giant trees that they've recently cut down. She was never a fan of destroying nature, hated the fact that people didn't care about nature, how polluted things can become.
Every blow they made to the tree with some sort of built wooden machine, powered by men. It was a sickening crunch, repeated she had to listen to. The sound of men, yelling at each other, grins plastered on their faces, happy that they were destroying a part of Narnia. She wanted to wipe the smug looks on their faces, she wanted to drown out the cries they've made.
Her ears almost missed Susan's sentence, "Perhaps this wasn't the best way to come after all." Susan concluded. Sending Peter a sharp look, that she could hardly make out. Peter glanced at the sight, before sighing, turning and keeping a steady hand on the handle of his blade. He slowly lead the way back into the forest.
A sigh escaped her lips, she slowly used the cut down trees; covering their figures, to lead her way down. A blue tunic brushed her before disappearing in the cloaks of leaves, she shook her head in annoyance before finally making her way into the forest. Her feet picked up her pace, rushing to catch up with them before she stopped and began walking with Lucy.
Lucy sent a startled look over to Alaura, before eyeing Edmund. His back tense, his hand gripping the handle at his hip, Alaura sucked in air sharply before looking away. Wishing the hurt wouldn't wash over her, "Is everything alright?" Lucy asked concerned by Alaura's behaviour.
"Yeah," she gulped and gave her a shaky nod. "I'm fine. Just tired." Lucy eyed her curiously, Alaura finding it uncomfortable, turned her body so she wouldn't see Lucy's eyes. Lucy eventually gave up, huffing and placing her hands on her hips before staring straight ahead.
"Well. It's been quite a day, already hit noon." Lucy told her. Alaura sighed in relief, glad that the awkward conversation about her and Edmund had eventually wash away. She turned with a small smile and nodded, before her jaw slacked in realization, Alaura gently grasped Lucy's shoulder preventing her from moving.
"It's only been one day?" she asked in disbelief. Lucy slowly nodded, Alaura couldn't help but blank out. Her so-called friendship with Edmund didn't even last one day, already the ups and down of their relationship took a turn. Ending in utter silence, and hurt, Alaura was harshly shaken, she was taken out of thoughts and sent Lucy a questioningly look.
"Umm..we're falling behind." Lucy giggled, before taking Alaura's hand and began dashing to the group. Alaura stumbled over her feet, trying to move away the skirt of the dress and trying to avoid the protruding roots of certain trees. Lucy giggled as they pasted Edmund, who looked at them before scoffing and rolling his eyes.
Alaura bit her lip and tugged on Lucy's grip trying to slow her down. "Careful Lu. She might trip, again." Edmund said sarcastically. Alaura pinned her eyes to the ground, trying to control her emotions.
"I'm perfectly capable of using my own two feet." Alaura told him. She refused to stand silent, instead she crossed her arms and stood staring straight ahead. Though it was already becoming boring.
"Don't you mean...your own two left feet?" Edmund chuckled harshly. She whipped around in shock, her fingers removing the red strands of her hair sticking to her face. Before jotting out her jaw and shaking her head in disbelief, "What? Are you going to yell at me?"
Lucy watched, both in amusement and shock. Her blue eyes switching from an amused Edmund and a annoyed Alaura. "Why would you asume that?" Alaura asked, her voice shaking slightly.
"You don't seem the type to yell, scream, and you don't have a rude behaviour." he answered easily, cocking his eyebrow. Alaura looked away hastily, her mind working trying to gather up a rude comment to shoot back a him. He crossed his arms and leaned against a tree, watching her his mouth twisted up in a smirk.
Alaura looked at him, taking a step back before saying. "Quite staring. It's rude." she told him. His bursted out laughing with no humor, clapping loudly before sighing.
"Is that all you have left?" Edmund asked challengingly.
"Well, it isn't quite easy. Mainly because I wasn't born, rude, childish, I wouldn't be proud of that." Alaura told him, unknowningly shooting back a sarcastic comment. Edmund narrowed his eyes dangerously, she gulped wanting to moisten her suddenly dry throat. He took a step forward, his arms dropping to his side.
"Judging again?" he neared her, she stumbled back. Her eyes darting anywhere but his eyes, she didn't like the look he had, like he was going to hurt her. Her mind flew back to her mother and her boyfriend, a picture of Derek with his smug and grey eyes staring at her.
A gasp escaped her lip as her back met the bark of the tree, her hands flew to the tree. Her nails scraping the rough texture. Edmund smirk at her frightened figure before resting one arm on the tree, her eyes flew to the hand on the side of her head before looking back. Her eyes met his dark brown orbs, his eyes challenging her not to break contact.
"You know nothing," he snapped at her, she held her breath. He took another step forward, her hands flew from the tree to his chest pressing against him. Trying to make him move away, without any luck. "Nothing. About me, Hunter. Don't start thinking you do." he muttered darkly.
She nodded, finally after what seemed like forever. He removed his hand from the tree, and walk away from her. She released her breath, that she didn't know she held. Her breathing became uneven, she stayed there unable to process what happened. Her eyes darted, her hand grasped her wrist before raising it to her chest like she injured it.
Did she just witness the darker side of Edmund? She breathed heavily before closing her eyes, and reopening them again.
"So," Peter's voice made her eyes wander over to the rest, immediately moving it fast so Edmund's figure would blur. Alaura shook her head, she didn't think she could look at him the same way, or at all. "Where exactly did you see Aslan?" Peter asked Lucy hesitantly. Lucy glared a him, before shaking her head and moving past him.
"I wish you'd all stop trying to sound like grown-ups." she snapped bitterly. Alaura felt her appreciation grow for her, Lucy could do things that she couldn't. Like stand up for herself.
Trumpkin cleared his throat nervously, before looking at Lucy. She could tell he was preventing himself from chuckling, "I am a grown up." Alaura stared at Trumpkin in shock, surely he couldn't be that old. She felt guilt wash over her as she was judging once again, sure he was short but she never thought that he could be that old. Though she never really looked at Trumpkin clearly.
Lucy looked at the ground nervously, moving to the right. Pausing as she looked down at the feet, her eyes darting unsteadily, "It was right over.." she began softly, before the ground gave up under her, crumbling as Lucy disappeared from everyone's sight. Her piercing scream echoed throughout the gorge.
"LUCY!" Alaura screamed, dashing forward. She clutched on Peter's tunic as she tried spying Lucy, "Here." Lucy's shaky voice came from underneath, she bent finding Lucy sitting. Lucy was looking over the cliff, before laughing nervously. She was confused as everyone began disappearing to where Lucy once was before it was her turn, she grasped the soil tightly, slowly lowering herself down.
Finally she understood, Lucy had found a path down the gorge. She smiled before making her way down, slowly and cautiously, her hand would often grasp something. Edmund behind her didn't help, she walked nervously afraid he might pull the same stunt, she picked up her pace, relieved that she was on ground. The rushing stream of water wetting her dress, she placed a foot on the rock, nervously afraid she might fall.
She spreaded her arms to balance herself before hopping on another rock, finally getting used to it. She trailed behind the rest, she was careless as she took another step, her feet slipped she stumbled forward. Hands grabbed her from behind, chills went up her spine, she didn't know if it was the touch or if it was fright.
A picture of her pinned against a tree flew to her mind. She immediately and harshly shrugged off Edmund's hands and took an uneven breath, she hopped on another rock faster, praising herself that she wasn't slipping. All she wanted to do was to remove herself from Edmund's presence.
Finally she hopped off the last stone and her feet landed on soft green grass. She could never been so glad, there was a heavy pang at the thought, her eyes drifted slightly to the figure in the blue tunic before freezing, leaving her gaze pinned on Edmund's boots.
Was she able to face him again? It seemed hopeless to.
The walk through the thick forest was silent, not one word was spoken after they decided their plan. Peter said it was best that they go on, then find camp before evening strikes. Trumpkin eventually agreed, Susan agreed with Peter and the rest stayed silent. Not that it mattered. No one else had ideas.
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Alaura sat there, her eyes pinned on the crackling fire that Peter had set up. Her eyes would often linger to the sparks that drifted to the sky, they had finished eating their dinner. An animal that Susan caught, she didn't pay much attention to the hunting. She didn't like seeing death, last time she did see someone or an animal die she ended up seeking comfort in Edmund.
Now that they were in rough terms, Alaura had to find excuses to not wanting to go. Lucy had helped her out, having insisted that she should stay at camp. Alaura excused herself by saying she'll look out, and protect Lucy. Edmund just scoffed, saying being weaponless isn't going to help.
Slowly the circle around the fire decreased, Trumpkin was the first to head to sleep. Then Peter, then Edmund then Lucy. Susan and Alaura stared at he slowly dying fire, she stood up, brushing her dress before crossing her arms, she leaned against a tree her eyes watching the water run down the stream.
The wind blew, she found it comforting. Her mind was in swirls of confusion, her stomach always had an uneasy feeling whenever she thought of facing Edmund. Her thoughts of him dramatically changed in the past few hours, her previous thoughts of him being nothing but a simple friend, caring disappeared.
Her arms grew cold, not by the wind but how she remembered Edmund's arms around her. Now the thought of being safe in Edmund's arms completely stunned her, now she wasn't sure if she was completely afraid of him. She was being tugged in opposite directions that she just wanted to cut off all the strings that were attached to her.
She felt the brewing hate for Edmund building at every snide comment he shoots at her. Edmund didn't seem to care about her emotions. She was meeting a completely different Edmund all the sudden, it was like his sudden, dark, dangerous, bad boy side came out.
She exhaled sharply, before turning her eyes staring at resting bodies of the Pevensies and Trumpkin. Slowly she made her way, staring at the ground. "Lucy, are you awake?" the sound of Susan's voice whispering made her stop, she rushed over silently to a tree. Her hand grasping the bark before peeking through the nearby branch, she pressed a hand down to get a clearer view before gazing at the siblings.
Susan flipped to her side, using her hand to keep her head up. "Hmm?" Lucy hummed, answering her question before mimicking Susan's movement.
"Why do you think I didn't see Aslan?" Susan asked, Lucy stared at her in disbelief before readjusting her hand.
"You believe me?" she whispered in shock. Susan looked at the ground briefly before looking back up and nodding slightly.
"Well, we got across the gorge." Susan stated.
"I don't know." Lucy replied, her eyes glazing in confusion, "Maybe you didn't really want to." Lucy suggested. Alaura bit her lip, she had been pondering over why she didn't Aslan. She knew Lucy's answer wasn't the right answer, she wanted to see Aslan in the flesh but didn't see one sight of gold.
"You always knew we'd be coming back here," Susan told her uncertain, "Didn't you?"
Lucy shrugged before nodding, "I hoped so." Susan glanced at her before sighing she layed back down on her back, her arm carrying her head as the other rested on her stomach. She stared up at the sky.
"I finally just got used to the idea of being in England." Susan sighed in frustration. Alaura bit her lip at Susan's answer.
"But you're happy to be here," Lucy immediately responded in concern, "Aren't you?" she added.
Susan shrugged, "While it lasts." she agreed.
Lucy sighed and flipped to her stomach gazing at Edmund, "At least..." she trailed off. Susan looked at her before flipping to her stomach and gazing at Edmund too.
"What?" Susan asked.
Lucy shrugged before sighing, "What do you think is happening between Alaura and Edmund?" Alaura gulped, her eyes went to the branch. She couldn't look at Edmund, not anymore.
"Edmund terrified her," Lucy stated, "I know it. He's been a jerk, he pinned her. I know Alaura's suffering from personal issues and Edmund just had to.." Lucy didn't finish, instead she gave a cry of frustration.
"He's afraid too," Susan whispered, Alaura snapped her gaze to Susan in confusion. "He's afraid of opening up. Afraid she might judge him, you saw them when we were in the treasure room. She was judging him already, you can't blame Alaura. Edmund suffered a lot. No one...not even us know him anymore."
"Now that you mentioned it...we know not much about Alaura," Lucy pointed out, "Do you think Aslan brought her here because both Edmund and Alaura are somehow...tied together?" she fell silent, "By history?" she added. Susan resumed her former position and shrugged, having no answer.
"Aslan has his ways..." Susan whispered, before yawning.
Her mind suddenly worked. Aslan brought her here for Edmund? What about their history? Her mind flew back to what Susan said about Edmund.
Guilt dropped on her. She huffed in disbelief before sliding down the tree, burying her head in her hands. So she was wrong? Was she right? She knew knowing him was the best plan but how can she if she wasn't spending the time remembering seeing his dark side, leaving her paralyzed with fear? She can't even look at him anymore, no matter how hard she wanted to.
All she ever saw in him now was a jerk, hate was slowly cloating itself on their relationship.
She knew that somehow she had the answer buried deep inside her. Making its way up. Right now she had no clue which was surprising since she always knew the answers.
She sighed, standing up and making her way back. Laying on the ground, she curled up and hoped that she would get at least a good sleep.
A/N: Well that's the end of this chapter. What do you think? How should Alaura face him? Surely I have an idea to why I wrote in Alaura's past, and I hope you too. If not then the answers will soon be coming your way. I didn't think I would be writing in that part with Edmund and Alaura, but I glad I did. The conflict between the two of them makes their relationship a mystery, and well complicated.
Don't worry. Remember what the first chapter ended with? Remember the rest of the chapters aren't out, and I'm just writing in whatever my heart tells me to do while blending in Prince Caspian.
Should Alaura meet Aslan in the next chapter? I'm thinking she shouldn't. Mainly because, I don't like Alaura replacing someone's part. And she has her own plot, finding answers and everything. It's kind of hard to explain what I'm thinking, but I don't want to give out answers.
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