Here's a new one, lovely people :D
it's kinda like a filler.
but i wanted to write this for a loooooooong time.
The bright orange flame from the lit torch licked the walls of the stone hall every now and then when a small breeze passes through the crowd. The Pevensies, Caspian and warriors of Narnia were gathered in the hall to plan the coming night raid on Miraz's Castle, tonight.
"So Edmund, you will fly into the castle first and use your flashlight as a sign for us to enter when the coast is clear." Peter said with finality, confirming the procedures for the sudden attack.
Edmund nodded. "I'll flash the light on and off when the coast is clear for you people to enter."
"Right, once Edmund shows us the coast is clear sign, Susan, Caspian and I will enter first through the air to help open the gates for you." Peter said loudly with a voice of commandment that overtook the entire stone hall. "Meanwhile, Glenstorm, you will lead the group forward, nearer to the castle."
Peter then turned to Reepicheep and his mouse friends. "By then, Reepicheep, you and your pack will open the bridge leading into the castle. And when the gate and bridge is accessible, Edmund will flash the light again and Glenstorm, you will lead the group into the castle.
With a smirk, Peter finished. "And by then, we will kill every Telmarine we see."
Cheers from the Narnians erupted at what they thought was the foolproof plan which would ensure an absolute success. But little did they know…
--
Claire White and Lucy Pevensie sat on the open stone platform of the How that allowed whoever who stands on it a panoramic view of the entire area. They had been there all morning when Peter gathered the Narnians for the raid's planning and refused to allow Lucy and Claire in, for fear of them finding some way to sneak into the raid. At this, Claire couldn't help but roll her eyes at his protectiveness.
Protectiveness. The word instinctively brought back the words Peter had told her the night before. 'I just want to protect you.' Simply thinking about it brought a small smile to Claire's face which Lucy sent her two raised eyebrows for.
"What in Aslan's name are you smiling about?" Lucy frowned. "I can't even bring myself to smile even though you just sang a song to me."
Claire's smile faltered as she understood Lucy's sudden melancholy. "Oh… don't worry that much, Lu. I'm sure they're gonna do just fine tonight. Your siblings are very good warriors, as are the Narnian beasts." Claire patted Lucy's hand and adjusted the guitar on her lap.
Lucy nodded sadly. "I know they're great fighters." Her hand went to the healing cordial on her waist belt and sighed. "But who knew what could happen to them if a Telmarine soldier sneaks up on them while they're busy with the other enemies? If I'm allowed to go with them, I could probably save them with the potion."
Claire smiled at Lucy's concern for her family. "Yes, that's true. But try putting yourself in their shoes – if you're the one who got hurt or even killed during the raid, how do you think your brothers and sister will feel?" Lucy looked up into Claire's deep blue orbs with wide eyes. She never did think of that possibility. The young Pevensie's thought always revolved around saving others, but the idea of her dying in a battle and her family's emotions never did occur to her.
"I'm sure they will think it is their fault. Especially Peter. Being the High King of Narnia, he is subject to making wise decisions for the goodwill of his people. If you got hurt because he allowed you into the raid, he will deem himself unfit to be a King and probably end up abandoning himself because of the guilt and the idea that he can not even protect his own family, needless to say, a whole Kingdom." Claire explained. She had seen this predicament in many others and knew very well how emotions are so often toyed by wrong decisions and personal guilt. Guilt is just an unnecessary part of man's mentality.
"They're just trying to protect you, Lu. Like how everyone going for the raid is trying to protect anyone remaining in the How." Lucy looked up into Claire's sparkling eyes. "Most importantly, they're doing what they are doing because they love us."
Lucy nodded and smiled at Claire's extraordinary explanation. She bounced up from her seat and swept Claire into a hug, catching her by surprise until she returned it, patting her back on her back lightly. "You are amazing, you know that?"
"I've been told." She smirked and received a playful shove from Lucy.
"I'm gonna go see them now." Lucy said as she got up from the platform. "Are you coming along?"
Claire shook her head and waved the young girl off, seeing that she needed this little time alone with her family. "Alright then. I'll see you later, Claire." Lucy said as she disappeared into the hallways.
Cautiously, Claire swing her feet over the edge of the stone surface she is sitting on and positioned her guitar on her lap. The light green material of her dress fluttered with the motion of the breeze as the sun shone down on the How with bright golden rays, lighting up the grass and giving it a lush green colour. Turning her head away from the breathtaking scenery in front of her, Claire looked down at her guitar and strummed a couple of notes and parts of the songs she had learned from Phyllis, whose mom is a guitar teacher. Moments passed as Claire continued her strumming, so concentrated in it that she failed to notice the High King of Narnia standing behind her, watching her.
Peter walked towards Claire quietly, not wanting to distract her from making the music that was soothing to his ears. But try as he may, the Narnian King failed when he stepped on a branch and snapping it into half with a loud crunch. The sudden noise caused Claire's head to shoot up from her guitar and immediately, turned around and nearly twisting her neck in the midst of doing it.
Claire looked at the sheepishly smiling Peter and sighed in relief. "Hey, it's you."
"Am I interrupting you?"
"Nope." Claire said and moved her guitar case away from the spot Lucy was occupying moments before. "Here, have a seat, Oh Majestic King."
Peter smiled and playing along, he bowed regally. "As you wish, Oh beautiful Queen."
Claire blushed even though she knew Peter was only playing with her. "The gathering's ended, I suppose?"
"Yes." Peter peered over the edge of the platform before putting his legs on the edge, like how Claire did. "Lucy ran to us immediately after the meeting and went on and on about how she's finally alright with us leaving her in the How. Hasn't she been alright with it all along?"
"Nooooo?" Claire rolled her eyes. "She is very worried about you guys. Grumbled to me about how you leaving her here was a major mistake. But somehow I changed her view on everything." She turned to Peter and smiled. "I kinda put you in as part of the explanation."
"Me?"
"Yeah. You're the one who said that leaving us here was protecting us, isn't it?" Claire smiled and places her guitar in Peter's lap as he held onto it tightly; looking as though he was worried that he could somehow drop the instrument.
"Well… since I can't go with you people…" Claire reached behind her neck and unclasps the necklace she has always been wearing. Then, she held onto Peter's wrist and places the piece of jewelry onto his palm. A single gold heart charm hung in the middle of the necklace as it glimmers under the bright sunlight.
"What're you doing?"
"Lending you my good luck?" Instead of wearing it, Peter picked up the silver chain and hands it back to Claire, shaking his head.
"I don't think that's a good idea. It's your luck after all."
"Oh, what the hell." Claire muttered and pulled the necklace down Peter's head forcefully. "I know it's mine. I'm simply lending it you." She then took the guitar away from Peter and puts it back into her case gently. "You have to return it to me when you get back."
"So… you better make it back alive." Claire said with a smile and stood up from the dusty platform. "I'm gonna be wanting that necklace back."
