Chapter Seven
I have decided that I'm going to forget my Mary-Sue issues. Anyway, here's another chapter. Oh yeah, I finished the sequel to this a couple of days ago and to do it, I had to watch Voyage of the Dawn Treader about five times in two days (and that's without me skipping back and forth between scenes). I have no idea how many times I watched the sea serpent scene but it had to be at least into double figures. Anyway, enough about me and my writing, on with the story!
Disclaimer – yeah, I don't own Narnia, just Ciera. If I did, man would I buy a lot of shoes :D
"No."
"Edmund-."
"No."
"Please-."
"No Ciera. I don't want you fighting in this battle. You're still fragile and-."
"Oh, so you think I'm fragile. I'm stronger than I look and I can handle pain," I protested loudly. This argument had been going on for a while and Edmund was not best pleased with my lack of concession.
"We all know that you can handle pain," he countered in a cold voice, his eyes settling on my arms. I inhaled a sharp breath as he said that. I had, in all honesty, believed that he was ok with my slowly healing insecurities. I had trusted him and he threw that back in my face with those few words.
"Well, if that's how you feel then your argument is null and void. I can fight. You might want to watch out for me though. I might break down in the middle of battle because I'm so fragile," I snapped and stormed out of the Stone Table Room.
ECECECECEC
I stood next to Caspian, watching Miraz prepare for the fight and waiting for Peter to come out. I couldn't help but worry for him. Caspian had, albeit grudgingly, told me of Miraz's finesse with a blade but assured me that Peter was more skilled and Miraz's age would put him at the disadvantage. That did little to comfort me. Despite being furious at him, I was still hugely glad that Edmund was not the one fighting the evil King. That would have definitely pushed me over the edge, even though it wasn't very likely that he would lose. Loud cheers from the Narnians behind me alerted me to another presence and I turned to see Peter, fully equipped, approaching with Edmund. I smiled encouragingly at the High King, ignoring the 'Just' one completely. I could feel Caspian watching me and looked up to see him raising an eyebrow, looking between me and Edmund. I simply shrugged and turned to Peter, snatching his helmet from Edmund and putting it on Peter's head.
"Please don't die Peter or we'll have some problems, you and me," I warned, half serious and half joking. He laughed slightly and I smiled.
"I'll try Ciera," he said and proceeded into the 'ring'. I turned to Caspian.
"I have a bad feeling that, even if Miraz loses, we're still going to have a fight on our hands," I said to him. His face was set in an angry mask and he nodded grimly.
"I don't trust them," he replied, eyeing the Telemarine army warily. I felt Edmund stand beside me but refused to look at him.
"Ciera please talk to me," he begged. Caspian 'subtly' wondered off to another area as the fight began between Peter and Miraz. I didn't know whether to be annoyed by it or not.
"I don't see why I should," I snarled, not taking my eyes from the already overly-violent fight. Maybe it was a boy/man thing. Whatever it was, it was testosterone because I didn't know any females that could turn that violent that fast. Edmund's hand suddenly slipped into mine and his other hand reached up and slowly turned my head to face him. I tried to resist but eventually gave in. His brown eyes were guilty and pleading.
"I'm sorry about what I said. I just meant that you can handle pain. It wasn't jibing you intentionally. I'm just so worried about you," he said fervently. I felt some of my anger melt away at this statement but it was replaced by sadness. My eyes fell to the ground.
"Even if you didn't mean it, you still said it. I thought you accepted me for who I was, scars and all," I admitted quietly, ashamed of the sheer vulnerability in my voice but also the harsh edge it had.
"I do accept you, Ciera! Everything about you draws me in. If you weren't scarred, you would be different. You wouldn't be my Ciera," he whispered, stroking his thumb across my cheek. I brought my eyes up to his and saw desperation for me to believe him but also saw truth and a deep caring, for me. The rest of my anger melted away.
"Your Ciera?" I asked, willing it to be true, hoping I had heard correctly. He blushed deeply but nodded all the same, unashamed.
"My Ciera," he confirmed and the way he said it didn't make me feel like property. It made me feel special and I no longer felt completely alone because he was there. But we would go home again, probably very soon and most likely never see each other again. Then I would be alone again and probably on top of my boarding school, if I survived the first fall (unlikely).
"Then you're my Edmund," I replied instead of voicing my other thoughts. For now, he was my Edmund and I was his Ciera. I would try not to think too far ahead and just be with Edmund whilst I could. Edmund grinned at me and lowered his lips to mine. Fireworks exploded in my stomach and I flung my arms around his neck as his own wrapped tightly around my waist.
"Really?" an irritated voice said. We broke apart to see a sweating and panting Peter seated near us and Caspian dismounting Destrier with Susan. When had he left? Where was Lucy? Susan quickly told us that the youngest Pevensie had gotten through. Caspian smirked slightly at me.
"Nothing to worry about I see," he said as Susan ran up to the How. Edmund went to stand next Peter who tried to have a heartfelt, brotherly conversation. Edmund cut him off by snapping his dislocated shoulder back into place, causing me to wince and Caspian to half grimace and half smile.
"Save it for later," Edmund said and came to stand next to me, one hand holding mine and the other gripping Peter's helmet. He was tense and I could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves. He offered the helmet to Peter who shook his head and entered the 'ring' with Miraz, who had also declined his helmet. I squeezed Edmund's hand and he looked down at me.
"No matter what happens, know that I do not regret trying to kill myself. As I've already said, if I hadn't, I would have never met you. And that just wouldn't be acceptable. I'm so glad I met you and know you and get to be with you. I just wanted you to know," I said whilst blushing heavily.
"I will never leave you alone," he promised and leaned in to kiss me passionately, saying no more. He didn't need many words as his actions spoke legions more. I smiled and kissed back with as much fervour, hoping that this wasn't goodbye and we still had time together and ignoring the fact that he might not be able to keep that promise, not if Aslan didn't want him to. So I poured every feeling into that kiss, feeling him reciprocate whole-heartedly. It wasn't goodbye, not yet. I hoped.
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