Note: Here is chapter 10. Things are getting there. :D Thanks to Queen Su for betaing!
Disclaimer: Narnia is not mine… which is simply awful.
Curse of Beaver's Dam Chapter 10 - Nightmare
Lucy gulped. Queen Lucy the Valiant; Lucy Pevensie actually gulped. The girl's fear, paired with the ominous voice stating, "Grief," in an all too calm way brought about this unwanted act. Corin stared at her, while the Telmarine king fixed his eyes upon her and gave a sinister smile.
"Grief?" he young girl asked unaware that her voice came out in a shaky whisper.
"Yes grief," King Trevelle said matter of fact, alighting off his perch. "I'm afraid, however that you two charming young people may not see the grief, and the fall of Narnia which will come afterward. Now, step this way please."
The king motioned towards the tent flap, and when Lucy and Corin didn't move right away, two big guards came out of the shadows and pushed them forward. King Trevelle walked beside them.
"What do you mean - about the fall of Narnia?" The man smiled, but it wasn't the nice kind of smile.
"Just what I said. The fall of Narnia and Archenland," he added, watching Corin out of the corner of his eye. The prince's face grew bright red, as if he would explode at any moment. Lucy found herself fearing even more then she already was. Before she could stop him, Corin had lunged for the king, wanting to pound the man into the ground with his fists.
"You leave my country alone!" he yelled as two guards before grabbed him before he reached the man. King Trevelle just smiled again. This boy would be dealt with soon enough. No one would have to worry about him or his fiery temper ever again.
Edmund called the Narnians to a halt.
"The Telmarines are hiding in a cave just over the hill," he told them. Peter nodded.
"Then let us proceed with caution." With that the two kings' rode their horses in a walk to the top of the hill. Edmund's mouth dropped open at what he saw. The last time he had been here, all that was there was the cave. Now, black tents spread out over the landscape. Hundreds, very possibly thousands of Telmarine troops prepared for battle. The war machines were set up. Now the soldiers were forming battle lines, and the archers were readying their bows.
"They knew we were coming," Peter said softly, realization dawning in his eyes as remembered Sir Eliander, and Sir Rindoon.
"Yes," Edmund said, waving the Narnians back down the hill. "And they know we're here!" he added as a barrage of arrows flew down on them. Peter and Edmund barely lifted their shields in time. Some of the Narnian warriors were not so lucky. Edmund closed his eyes in regret when the cries of the wounded filled the air.
"If only Lucy were here," Peter murmured. Edmund's eyes opened quickly, and he reached into his saddlebag.
"She isn't...but her cordial is." With that, the young king dismounted his horse and began to treat the badly wounded himself. Peter looked over the hill and sighed.
"Well, I've a battle to plan." The Narnians could no longer come upon the Telmarines in surprise, so this is why the King had a new plan to form.
No arrows were shot over the hill for the rest of the night, and the Narnian's made camp. Sentries walked around on duty, making sure no surprise attacks from the Telmarine's could be made. Edmund lay awake in the tent he shared with Peter, thinking over the last few days. He wondered what might have happened If he had gone with Lucy and Corin, his trusty sword Sylvan at his side. Instead he had followed, and Corin had left Lucy in pursuit of him. The young king chided himself for falling asleep when Corin had been taken. He lay awake long into the night, worrying about his sister.
Lucy shifted her body to try and find a more comfortable position. She and Corin had been tied to a wooden pole in the center of the Telmarine's camp, back to back. Corin moved a little bit, and she heard a sigh from his direction. It was pitch black in the camp, but Lucy knew a guard was posted nearby. This is why she spoke in a whisper.
"It's going to be alright, Corin," she assured, trying to pat the younger boy's hand with her own. Normally he would have jerked away from her, but now he was unable to, even if he wanted.
"What makes you think I'm worried?" he asked, his voice high and stressed, sounding so pitiful that she could hardly believe it was him. "What do you think they'll do to us?" he quietly asked. Unwanted images flashed in Lucy's brain, but she didn't know for sure.
"I don't know," she said. "I really don't," she said again, her voice growing louder as if she were trying to convince herself.
"Be quiet over there," the guard's rough voice bellowed, effectively silencing the queen and prince for the rest of the night, except for one thing. As Lucy leaned back for an uncomfortable sleep, she thought aloud.
"Oh, when will this nightmare be over?"