Title: Blinded

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, names, places, anything from The Chronicles of Narnia. This story is copyright to the owner and may not be used without permission. I have not affiliated with any of The Chronicles of Narnia cast, C.S Lewis (deceased). Possible quotes that appears on certain chapters belongs rightfully to the movies, books, and people who have spoken of them. All publicly recognized characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: Hello my lovely fanfiction readers! It's been a little over a month since I've last update but I'm proud that I didn't not update for the usually three months, which I realize is really bad and stupid and a really long wait. It's the usual conflicts, school, homework, good grades, unit exam and quizzes. Anyway, I'm trying my best to put myself back in my usual frequently updating ways, like back in the Bad Boy days but it's really hard updating right after. But I am trying. This chapter is a little more heavy on the plot than usual. Luckily, I've gained more ideas for future chapters and hopefully it'll help me in updating the next chapter. Another thing about this chapter is, it's a little more on Emma and Chloe than the usual but there's still of course Edmund. Another thing is I'm completely in love with Brian Crain and Yiruma's musical pieces, check them out, they have beautiful pieces.

Anyway, thank you all for the positive feedback on the last chapter and I was absolutely shocked on the amount of feedback in just a couple of hours after I updated. It made me laugh and cry at the same time, and the fact that some of you guys noticed the new book cover for Blinded is just amazing. Anyway I wanna give the credit to Flandre Scarlet, I loved the cover so much I just had to change it. Also, if you guys want to see the banners she made for Blinded, check out my profile. My favorite is the last on the slideshow, she captured Alaura perfectly. Anyway, if you guys want to share something related to Bad Boy or Blinded please feel free to private message me!

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Thank you all for your positive feedback and taking the time to share your thoughts on the previous chapter with me. To those who are new to the story, I hope you guys enjoy the story and thank you for giving this story a chance. And for once, each song on the playlist describes each scene which is broken by the horizontal line.

Playlist:
- "Moonrise" by Brian Crain
- "A Love Story" by Brian Crain
- "Torn" by Natalie Imbruglia


Chapter Eight: Another Piece Of You

Wide, greedy and lust driven eyes stared at her and a smirk tugged on his lips. She could feel herself taking a step back, her eyes flickering to the lamp post beside her. The light was giving out quickly, she could see the light flickering trying to fight to stay lit. Her breathing came out heavy and she licked her lower lip, slowly she was begging for herself to start moving away from the guys that were drowning themselves with store-bought liquor. She spied the glazed look from one of them and her breathing sped up, she knew then that the guys were driven by the alcohol to give in to their desires.

Crash! She gasped, swallowing harshly as her eyes connected with the broken, alcohol bottle on the ground. There had been some alcohol left in the bottle that were spilling from the broken edges of the bottle. That was enough for her to turn around and start running away. Fear crashing through every nerve in her body, she wrapped her arms around her body, pulling the jacket that hung from her shoulders, tighter around her. Then her trembling fingers reach up and pushed away the strands of hair that were falling against her face and blocking the view of the dark night.

Her eyes trying to find a route to make a quick escape from them. She shivered at the possibilities of what could happen to her. Their footsteps became louder and closer to where she was. She picked up her pace trying to shoot down the emotions that were running through her. Her blood went cold when she felt, long fingers slip around her wrist. She gave out a breath when she felt herself being pulled back, her back crashing against a broad and firm chest. She gave out a whimper when a muscular arm snaked around her front, pulling her tighter against him. She wanted to fight back but she found herself frozen in terror. Images of his naked torso and the razor in his hand had her locked in place.

"Still running from me?" a warm voice whispered in her ear, she didn't reply, "I told you I'd come back for you." She pulled herself away from him slightly and turned in his arms, her eyes connected with familiar and dazzling blue eyes. His hand fell to her neck, his fingers tracing the faint, puckered line on her collarbone. Her eyes widened at his action, she knew him but her mind seemed to fight against knowing what happened between them. Her eyes moved from him to behind him, finding that the guys who were chasing after her had somehow disappeared.

"Hmm...still as shy and timid as ever, I see," he murmured to himself, his eyes glinting with mock disappointment, "I thought I had broken your shell." Her eyebrows pulled together at his words, then her heartbeat sped up as she felt his large hand fell on her waist. His fingers were digging against her sides and she bit her lower lip to keep herself from screaming. Amusement tugged at his lips as she scrunched her face in obvious pain.

"Let me go" she breathed out, her eyes glaring at him. He raised an eyebrow and without further hesitation he slammed her against a wall. She winced as her head connected with the hard surface. A new kind of fear washed over her, one that was familiar to her.

His lips brushed against her ear, biting it before releasing. He chuckled and planted a kiss underneath her ear. She squirmed in his grip, freezing in place as his lips brushed slightly against the scar on the collarbone. He let out another chuckle and pulled away completely, his eyes were now clouded with darkness and determination.

"You'll always be mine," he growled. His body disappeared against her, leaving her slumped against the wall. She didn't realize she was shaking until she lifted her hand to touch the scar on neck. She pushed herself off the wall, one foot stumbling forward to catch her before she fell. His words rang through her head.

You'll always be mine. Still shy and timid as ever, I see... Was he talking about her? Finally her knees buckled and she collapsed down on her knees, one arms wrapped around herself trying to rid the feeling of his skin brushing against. She never felt such fear crash down on her. Snap! A fallen twig snapped under the pressure it was under and her breathing became uneven, her eyes closing and her fingers tightening over her grip on her arm. She didn't want to see him again, she didn't want to be touched by him. She heard step being taken closer to her and she squeezed her eyelids shut, envisioning the feel of the blade against the skin of her collarbone.

Warmth surrounded her and she heard the slow, steady breathing of the person behind her. She heard another shuffle and suddenly the warmth was everywhere. She froze when she felt him pull her hair back carefully. Electricity shot through her veins as he pried her fingers away from her arm and she gasped at the feeling. She let him pull her hand away, and her heart stopped as his arms wrapped around her front, puling her back to crash against his chest. The hand that laid limp to the side was suddenly grasped the larger pair of hands, slowly lacing their fingers together. She gasped at the feeling, she felt her own fingers moving without her permission to tighten her grip on his hand. His other hand came up to pry her hand away from her collarbone. And she felt his lips brush against her collarbone, her breathing hitch as he pressed a loving kiss to it. He had lifted his head to press a kiss behind her ear, it felt so different from the guy before. She felt so safe around him, she wanted to press her body against him.

"You're beautiful" his husky voice murmured, "Remember that, Little Red."

Her eyes flew open, her chest heaving and her breathing loud in the quiet room. She lifted herself off the mattress of the bed, pulling herself into a sitting position feeling the beads of sweat trickle down her forehead and dropping to her cheeks. You're beautiful, remember that Little Red sent a violent pang through her, making her pull her eyebrows together in confusion. She couldn't help that her chest cave in hurt and longing. She buried her head in her hands, biting her lower lip to prevent herself from sobbing. She never felt so much confusion in her entire life. Taking a deep breath she lifted her head from her hands, finally taking in the darkness that embraced the room. She remembered the piercing, dark blue eyes and the cruel smirk that claimed her. She scooted back until her back hit the wall, and she remembered the sharp jolt of pain on her backside.

Her breathing was once again uneven, it didn't matter that moonlight shone into the room. She felt him and his greedy, large pair of hands reaching out towards her. She wasn't taking any chances. He was coming for her, her eyes landed on the twin daggers that lay on her nightstand. She swiftly grasped it, taking a moment to look at it before lifting her pillow and placing the daggers underneath it. She bit her lip and shivered, she was going to be ready for him. Placing the pillow back down she sunk down with it.

As she drifted off she yearned for the young man's embrace that made her feel something, something different, something she longed for. Something that was a missing puzzle from her life.


"State your name and your purpose here" he said menacingly, his sword was drawn touching just below her chin. She had a scowl on her face, not liking that she was being treated so rudely when her limbs and her bones ached. She quirked an eyebrow before lowering the tip of the sword with her own hand, catching the surprised look on the centaur's face and let a smirk grace her face.

"What makes you think I'll give you any information?" she asked coolly, amused when his frown deepened. She let out a surprised gasp as he nicked her throat with the sword. She grimaced when she felt her own, hot, thick blood spilling down on her chest. "Well in that case." She didn't finish, instead she bolted off thankful that she was born agile and quick, her legs gracefully carrying her out of the dense forest and out into the clearing. She quickened her pace as she heard him nearing her. Quickly thinking, she made a sharp turn to the right, sighing internally when she saw the field exit from her view.

She started towards the bridge, seeing a small occupied village not nearby. "I command you to stop!" She scoffed. Strands of her dark hair fell to her face from her loosely made ponytail, sweat made her sun-kissed skin glisten. Her pale pink lips were pulled into a tight line. She dashed into the village, her stomach was lurching, her guts threatening to spill from over exerting herself. Her steps faltered when she saw the villagers were gathering around something, or someone. She scowled as she tried to find for another escape.

"Ah!" Her eyes suddenly found the fountain in front of her, her legs leaped and the scowl deepened on her face as the water splashed at her face, and hair. Water sloshed around her as she continued running for her dear life. Her jeans and white tank top were soaked, her arms were dripping with water but all she could think about was escaping from the mad centaur chasing after her, she was surprised he still hadn't caught up to her.

"Excuse me," she began to say to the villagers, their smiles slowly vanishing into a shock expression at her appearance, "Pardon me. Mad centaur after me, I apologize for my outrageous appearance, thank you." She said to them, sarcasm dripping in her tone. Finally she broke through the crowd, she was about to bolt off again when a hand came around her arm harshly pulling her back.

Her other arm was pulled back around her back and she let out a harsh cry, "You made that harder for yourself, girly" the centaur's voice mocked.

"I'm sorry, my parents told me not to talk to strangers and unless I'm mistaken" she began in an innocent and mocking tone while batting her eyelashes, "You're a stranger." The centaur frowned in obvious dislike for her and she smirked in triumph as he glared down at her. "You know for being half human and half horse, you're not that fast for a centaur." His eyes shot daggers at which she didn't flinch at.

"Only an idiot would try outrunning a half-horse" the centaur replied, his tone thick with sarcasm.

"What's the matter here, Archel?" a husky, velvet voice rang out. She was turn harshly with the centaur, Archel as he did. She kept her eyes lowered on the ground unable to face the villager's expressions at her appearance.

"I'm sorry to have caused a disturbance during your visit to the village-" before Archel could finish, she cut in.

"Oh so you apologize to him but not to the girl whom you've purposefully nicked with a sword and chased to exhaustion to the village just after she landed in a whole other world?" she spat venomously at Archel who seemed coolly amused by her frustration.

"Your Majesty." Archel finished with a triumph smirk as her jaw dropped open. Slowly her eyes drifted from Archel to the handsome dark, haired King who seemed amused by their banter.

"Your Majesty?" She squeaked, the confidence suddenly leaving her and horror washed over her after realizing the state she was in and indirectly insulting their King, their awfully good looking King. His dark hair was messy, strands were falling to his face. His chest looked firm and his shoulders were broad, his arms were muscled and his figure lean and tall that she could only look directly to his chin. He had on a dark blue tunic and his legs were clad with brown trousers. His complexion was light, his eyes were a beautiful shade of dark brown and elegantly framed with dark lashes. His jaw was defined, his cheekbones were prominent with the shadows forming on his face and his nose was slender. Finally her eyes fell on his plush, soft looking, nude lips.

"Looks like we have another troublemaker," his husky voice said, half-amused. Her eyes snapped up to his eyes seeing his eyebrows were raised and his lips were pulled into a amused smirk. She flushed, embarrassed to be caught looking at his lips.

"Thought I'd make a King's job more difficult," she said with a shrug, "You seemed bored. That or you're not fit to be King." Not caring if they looked at her if she was mentally insane, she smirked when the villagers' eyes widened at her comment. Murmurings spread among them, and something flashed in the young King's eyes. His eyes suddenly turned dark at her comment, as soon as he locked eyes with her, it had her gasping for breath at the intensity of his gaze.

"I guess we'll have to see if I have the makings of a King, now won't we, precious?" he said with a less welcoming tone. Anger flashed through her eyes at his insulting nickname.

"Don't call me, precious, I don't like being anyone's precious" she snapped at him clenching her teeth as he smirked coolly. His shoulders relaxed and his arms suddenly laid crossed against his chest.

"Well then, what's your name, precious?" he asked, his eyebrows raised. She growled at his intended purpose to include his awful nickname for her.

"Chloe," she growled at him, "Chloe Carter, Your Majesty. Can I have the pleasure of knowing yours, the oh so called wonderful King that doesn't have actual makings to be a King?"

She expected him to become angered at her words but instead he laughed a vicious laugh, "That's a rather long nickname, don't you think, precious?" he wandered out loud, "But since you answered my question, the name's Edmund Pevensie, the Just King of Narnia."

"I told you not to call me precious." She growled in answer.

She stared longingly at her reflection in the ocean waters, watching and observing patiently as her dark hair blew wildly across her face. She reached up, grasping some of the strands and pulled them away with a loud sigh. She examined her dark waves, biting her lower lip then tilting her head to the side. She hadn't cut her hair since she returned from Narnia, it had grew from down to her waist from where it had been cut, a few inches down her collarbone. It had lost most of its natural curls. It reminded her of how much she lost, how many people she had grown to adore to hurt, how badly she messed up. An image of Emma and her strawberry blonde waves falling and framing her beautiful heart-shaped face, with blunt arched bangs covering her eyes partially flashed through her mind. She had let Aslan down, she caused physical pain to...she gulped, she couldn't even face to think about her name, the name that brought them up from the ashes of her betrayal and saved them, more importantly, him.

Her fingers tightened over the railing, she didn't know why she did it. She scoffed, of course she knew what she was doing, she just thought it was a good decision at the time. A good decision that cost her everything. Another image of Emma flashed through her mind, beautiful, red, fiery hair with side swept bangs now framing an angelic girl's face. Her hazel eyes gleaming with innocence, her lips pulled into a shy, timid smile and her cheeks were flushed. She frowned, the thought of Alaura being the captor of Edmund's heart made her heart hurt, and guilt to wash over. She never felt so conflicted in her entire life. She wanted to hate Alaura but she couldn't. She wanted to do the right thing but she was too selfish to do so. Some part of her yearned for Edmund but another part knew she'd only hurt him again. Some part of her longed for Edmund to love her again, but another part didn't want to hurt Alaura.

Her fingers went to her left hand, immediately going to her ring finger only to feel it bare. Her heart dropped, two years passed and she hadn't dropped the habit of playing with her wedding ring. Instead, it hung in a golden chain, hidden underneath her tunic when it miraculously didn't disappear when she returned from Narnia. Even though it served as a painful reminder of her betrayal, she clung on to what she experienced in Narnia.

"Chloe" Caspian's voice broke her out of her thoughts and she turned to face him, her eyes glancing over quickly to the horizon, seeing the sun beginning to peek from the ocean waters, "Has Emma awakened yet?"

"Not that I know of," Chloe replied honestly, "I'll go and wake her if you'd like?" Caspian flashed her a genuine smile, one that she hadn't seen since she arrived in Narnia. Chloe flashed a smile back and headed for Emma's cabin, the smile dissolved rather quickly into a frown. She walked into Emma's room, her eyes widening when she saw Emma was still fast asleep, her breathing was light. She narrowed her eyes knowing it was unlike for Emma to sleep during a sunrise.

"Emma?" Chloe called out, crossing over to her bed and sighed seeing that she was deep into her slumber. Chloe cautiously began to shake her awake, hearing her grumble and groan before rolling over to the other side and Chloe groaned in frustration, "Em. You're going to miss the sunrise." Chloe reached to pat her on the cheek before Emma's eyes suddenly snapped open and her hand grasped her outstretch hand in a tight grip, causing Chloe to grimace.

"Ow" Chloe said to her. It took a while before Emma realized what she was doing and Chloe then realized that Emma was breathing hard, her eyes were wide with alarm and beads of sweat were already beginning to form on her forehead. Chloe pulled her eyebrows together at her observation.

"Oh, sorry" Emma murmured almost in disappointment with herself, then pulled herself up into a sitting position.

"You never almost slept over a sunrise," Chloe pointed out curiously, "What's up?" Emma sighed, her eyes quickly glancing up at her almost in guilt.

"N-nothing," Emma stuttered, "I-I had a hard time sleeping last night." Chloe's eyebrow rose. As far as she knew, Emma never stuttered until she arrived at Narnia.

"Alright," Chloe said slowly, "Well get dressed so we can catch the sunrise." Emma nodded almost too eagerly and slide off the bed.

"You know you never told me about what happened with you and Edmund," Emma suddenly said making Chloe freeze at her words, "Do you ever plan on telling me?" Chloe sighed, she knew that Emma made a remarkable recovery back into the Emma she knew.

"Why are you eager to know?" Chloe asked her slowly. Emma looked at her confused at first before widened her eyes and blushed, shaking her head and turning her back on her.

"Whatever it is you're thinking, stop thinking it," Emma laughed nervously, "You know I'm naturally curious. You never keep secrets from me." Chloe felt a pang of guilt at her words.

"I'm...not ready to tell you just yet." Chloe told her truthfully, eyeing her bed meaningfully before beginning to take the blankets from her bed and began to readjust the sheets underneath before Emma suddenly yelled out.

"No!" Emma cried out nervously, Chloe halted in her tracks and looked up, "I-I mean. I can do it." Chloe slowly straightened up to face her correctly,

"Someone's jumpy this morning," Chloe eyed her suspiciously, "Care to tell me what happened last night?" Emma bit down hard on her lower lip, chewing it while contemplating on her decision before Chloe released a sigh, dropping the sheets from her hands and began strolling away from the bed. Emma stared at her, her eyes wide in shock at her actions, "You obviously don't want to tell me, so I'm not going to push you any further. I mean, it's only fair."

A look of relief settled on Emma's face, "It's really nothing, Chloe." Emma breathed out softly.

Chloe pursed her lips and nodded, "Don't think I'm going to let it go so easily, Em. I always find out things I shouldn't. And I know more stuff than people assume." Chloe stopped, dropping her eyes not able to make eye contact with Emma at her words. Like how you lost your memories as Alaura Hunter. Emma tilted her head to the side as Chloe fell silent, her hazel eyes studying Chloe silently.

"You okay?" Emma asked her in a small, timid voice that made Chloe snap her head up in reminder of Alaura. Chloe grimaced as she laid her eyes on Emma who quirked an eyebrow, waiting patiently for her response.

"Yeah." Chloe just said. "Perfectly fine." Lies.


She stared after Chloe's form unable to contain a sigh as Chloe disappeared through the door. Her gaze went back to her bed, directly at the pillow she laid her head on. She flinched remembering her outburst and how Chloe's eyes narrowed down suspiciously at her. She continued dressing up without taking her eyes off the pillow, she tied up the last of her laces and walked over to her nightstand, bending to gingerly lift the pillow to reveal the pair of twin daggers sitting innocently underneath it. Licking her lips she flipped over the pillow and grasped the twin daggers, her dream came back to her though she couldn't ever forget the foreign feeling of his body pressed against her and how her body quivered with terror she didn't know she possessed.

"I told you I'd come back for you" his voice chuckled from behind her. She turned around quickly, her breathing coming out fast and heavy and her weapons poise to strike even though the sheath covered the blade. The back of her neck begin to tingle and she turned around once more, shivers running down her spine and her eyes were wide with fear. She pursed her lips before lowering her blade and sinking down on her bed unable to contain her eyes from leaking with tears. She brought her hands up to her face, sucking in a deep breath and exhaling shakily.

She could feel him everywhere, his hands on her and his breathing on her neck. But she didn't have the slightest clue of who he was, "Who are you?" she whispered through her clenched teeth, trying to fight off her frustration, "Why are you after me?" her tone was pleading and desperate.

"Still shy and timid as ever, I see" replayed through her mind and she brought her head out of her hands.

"Who were you describing?" She whispered, glancing down at her herself. Those words couldn't have been about her, was it? She shook her head, "It couldn't be" she whispered.

She rose from the bed, placing the twin daggers on her belt, quickly fixing her bed before heading to the mirror to fix her head. She pulled her hair to the side, covering the scar on her collarbone and braiding it loosely not caring if loose strands of her hair fell down to her face. She gulped, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. Her reflection glanced down to her collarbone, sucking in air and releasing it. Her eyes snapped back up to her face, the mirror suddenly flashed with an image of his bright blue eyes, tousled brown hair, his naked torso and his cruel twisted smile. She let out a gasp, her heart racing and turned back, half-expecting for him to be standing behind her.

"W-what?" she breathed out, her eyes sparkling with confusion unable to stop the fear crawling on her skin. She shook her head, "I need fresh air." She whispered. Quickly she strode out the door, feeling strong, greedy hands silently reaching out to her. Her breathing quickened, and she began making her way up the stairs which lead to the deck. "Ah!" She cried out, her hands falling out as her feet tripped over a step, causing her knees to buckle and hit the steps. She scrambled back up, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Once she reached the top, she let out a relieved sigh.

"Emma?" a warm voice came from behind her. Startled, Emma whirled around quickly, her feet tripping over one another as she took a needed step back. She felt herself falling back, she threw her arms back to break her fall. Suddenly a warm, muscular arm wrapped around her waist and a large hand clasped around her arm, steadying her.

"The sun hasn't broke and you're already injuring yourself" a husky voice commented in exhaustion. Edmund straightened her up easily before retracting his arms. Emma coughed and pulled away from their close proximity, her cheeks slightly rosy in embarrassment.

"I'm at fault for startling her" she looked up and found Caspian looking at her in amusement, "You seemed jumpy just a moment ago, are you alright?" Caspian asked, his tone was genuine which caused her to smile and nod. His eyes fell on her belt, widening when he spotted the twin daggers resting against her hip, "Are those her daggers" his tone was careful.

She looked down and saw he was mentioning the twin daggers she had, "Yes. They are."

"How did they land there?" Caspian asked, his eyes sliding over to Edmund who held a careless look on his face. Edmund caught his gaze and simply lifted an eyebrow.

"Oh! Edmund was kind enough to let me borrow them" Emma explained to him, her hand grazing the side of the sheathed blaze adoringly, "To offer myself more protection." Caspian raised an eyebrow at her statement before looking back at Edmund, a small smile lifting at the corner of his lips.

"What changed the Just King's mind?" Caspian's tone held amusement. Edmund's eyes snapped over to Caspian, his eyes darkening slightly and his shoulders tensed.

"You haven't called me the Just King since my last trip here" Edmund pointed out making Caspian flinch and nod, "And after what happened back on shore, I wouldn't take a chance on leaving Emma defenseless again. She kind of proved herself as the kind that would attract danger." Emma's jaw dropped open at Edmund's words and she whirled around, her eyes widening as she took him in.

His brown hair was tousled perfectly, his light skin complexion glowed as the slight ray of sun hit him. His shoulders were tensed, his jaw locked tight and his lips pulled into a thin line. His arms were now crossed, resting against his firm chest. His brown eyes were dark and intense, framed with elegant looking eyelashes. Emma tilted her head slightly, tracing his facial features slowly before taking in his entire appearance. Her eyebrows scrunched up, unable to place the proper word to describe what she was thinking. Handsome, he's handsome a quiet voice told her in a breathtaking voice. Her eyes widened at the words, snapping her gaze back up to his face. She never thought of someone like Edmund as handsome.

Handsome the voice whispered again and Emma dropped her gaze, her heart hurting as she recognize the longing and desire in her broken voice. She could feel the voice's hand slowly reaching out for Edmund who stood, his feet planted firmly on the ground, his eyes penetrating at Caspian as he spoke. Emma's hand suddenly clamped down on her hand, biting hard down on her lip as the hurt continued to pound against her chest. Stop! Emma shouted out desperately, unable to place herself back into the conversation when all she could think about was what was happening to her. Okay...the angelic voice surrendered weakly.

Emma's chest heaved, her eyes wide as the hurt dissolved rapidly, almost as if it never happened. What?..she thought to herself.

"Have you considered that even if she does have weapons, she'll harm or scar herself either way?" Emma's eyes snapped up at Edmund and his words, her hand immediately shooting up to cover her collarbone, "Either way she's gonna need to defend herself in cases where we aren't able to-" Edmund argued at Caspian who seemed on edge about something.

"Scar?" she suddenly blurted out weakly. Edmund's eyes shot down at her, immediately narrowing down on her and holding an intrigued expression as he noticed the vulnerable look in her eyes. But as quickly as the intrigued expression, pain flashed in his eyes and he closed his eyes and quickly averted his gaze away. Her fingers trailed over her collarbone delicately, her mind flashing with images of his naked torso and stormy blue eyes. Her free hand closed over the twin daggers, gripping it tightly before realizing what she was doing and released it with a inaudible gasp.

"Don't tell me you're more afraid of getting a tiny scratch than actually dying" Edmund groaned, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose while Caspian had a entertained expression on his face. Emma bit down on her lower lip before scrunching her eyebrows.

"Actually, I zoned out and missed out the entire conversation" Emma admitted, her cheeks slowly flushing in embarrassment. Caspian barked out a laugh while Edmund stared at her incredulously, she let out a weak smile and looked away.

"If you're so insistent on having Emma defend herself," Caspian said, "Why don't you teach her?"

"Caspian.." Edmund growled threateningly, while Emma blurted out.

"You mean, I have to learn how to fight someone with the daggers?" Emma said weakly, frowning at the idea of having to use violence. No matter how appealing the thought of defending herself was, she couldn't help but think about him and how her blades would be doing the exact same thing as his did.

"I'm not doing it." Edmund snapped firmly. His shoulder brushing hers as he walked off with a cold expression.


A/N: As you can see, Alaura's darkest memory is becoming more violent and harsh against Emma and is beginning to take affect Emma the way it affected Alaura. Another thing that made me excited was that internal battle that Emma found herself in, as you can see, the Alaura we all know and love is inside Emma yearning for Edmund. Which is why Emma get easily flustered around Edmund because she's subconsciously attracted to him and why I introduced that to you guys as a conflict. Chloe as you can see is beginning to show her memories of her time in Narnia and with Edmund which is another major part in this story. Edmund is conflicted as ever, which will be explained in future chapters but it's pretty straightforward why he's conflicted. If you haven't caught it earlier, at the beginning of the page, the line "You're beautiful, remember that Little Red" was from Bad Boy, in The One with the Desire.

The next chapter will include a Caspian and Emma scene, for sure. Lucy, and Eustace will make an appearance in the next chapter. Are you guys thinking about Alaura? Because I am, all her cameo scenes are really entertaining to me and yes I do have plans for Alaura. Is this story lacking major romance? Or is it fine as it is? That was a stupid question because even I want some romance in it. Anyway, feel free to input your thought on this chapter and some suggestions (songs, story based) through reviews or private messaging. I apologize if this chapter is really crappy and short.

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- Bethany