Visibly Invisible

Chapter 10-Love hurts? Yeah it does!

Chapter is mainly in Edmund's POV.

Edmund POV:

I set off on Philip without telling anyone, because Peter would never have let me. Not that I would've listened but still, it would've contributed to my rising temper. That girl was so unpredictable, running off like that. I was only training her. Not that I was romancing or anything.

"Sire," I was suddenly startled as Philip spoke up. "I can feel your tension from here. Please calm down,"

I didn't answer. How could I calm down? My Dylexia was probably cold and scared…I caught myself in mid thought. My Dylexia? What did I feel for her? It was like I wanted to kiss her. What was happening to me?

"Sire," I looked down at Philip and then noticed that we were in the Southern side of the Western Woods. I knew the place like the back of my hand, only problem; I didn't know where Dylexia was. I egged Philip on south; I just had a hunch she was there.

~Twenty Minutes Later~

It had been nearly fifteen minutes and all I saw were the same old trees and shrubs staring darkly back at me. I felt like killing myself. Then I heard it; a whimper and a growl and another whimper. My heart sank a bit as I prayed it wasn't Dylexia. Any other Narnian. Not my Dylexia.

I parted the overhanging branches and I saw a shirtless man over a very small frame. A girl. The man looked up and anger rose in me like vomit.

Greger.

I looked at Dylexia under him. Her dress was partially torn, her hair was a mess and her face was pretty much dirty. My heart pounded as she looked at me; I couldn't even tell if she was looking at me in the low glow of the lamp beside her. My eyes darted back to Greger and I found myself shaking with rage; Philip nervously whinnied.

"King Edmund," Greger's smooth voice infuriated me as I got off of Philip, my hand shaking over the hilt of my sword.

"W…what are you doing h…here?" it was hard to keep control so I dug my fingers in the hilt, drawing a little blood.

"I couldn't be apart from my lover now could I?" his voice was so smooth, so infuriating. I circled a bit and stood in front of Dylexia who was hugging her knees to her chest, shaking.

"I suggest you leave now," I said in a threatening tone, getting my sword out a little. Greger smirked and…

…charged at me?

I just punched him squarely in the face with my free hand and dazed, Greger fell back, knocked out. That…that was easy. I took a cautious look at Greger, at Philip who was pretending to look away and bent down to Dylexia's level. It hurt me to see her crying.

"Dy…Dylexia?" I tried to put a hand on her shoulder but she backed off, not looking at me.

"Dylexia?" I repeated, this time a bit stable as she sniffed, refusing to look at me. I gently put my bloodstained hand on her shoulder and she looked at me with those big brown eyes of hers. I couldn't help but lean in but she cried harder and louder; I backed off startled.

"Stop that!" she said in a shaky voice, sobbing. I raised an eyebrow trying to figure out who she was talking to.

"Stop…stop what?" I asked her, genuinely confused. The answer, or rather the rant I got was very…there's not even a word.

"Stop pretending that you care and this whole romance act to make me strong. It hurts! Please just leave me alone. Go to your room, sleep. I don't care. I…" she paused a bit as though fighting for words. I waited patiently. She was Dylexia, my friend, possibly something a little more, she couldn't really mean that. She was just scared. After she remained quiet for about a minute, I put my hands on either side of her face and forced her to look at me.

"It's okay, I'm here." I tried to sound comforting and she gave a small smile as I wiped her tears and draped my cape on her shoulders. Suddenly her eyes widened as she looked over my shoulder.

"EDMUND!" I was confused as she screamed with a note of panic in her voice and I had barely time to understand what she said when suddenly I felt a searing pain in my lower part of my back, like a blade just thrust into it. Another pang of pain as the knife turned in the small of my back. I gripped Dylexia's shoulder tightly as another pang ran through my body. Turning slowly and painfully, I saw Greger standing over me, my own sword sticking out from my back; I slowly my half-closing eyes towards my left leg where I carried my sword. Empty. I gave way to the drowsiness coming over me and let my body fall forward.

Dylexia…

Dylexia's POV:

I watched in panic as Edmund collapsed on me, his head resting on my chest, his breathing rough and labored. My eyes travelled up to Greger who wrenched Edmund's sword out of his back and threw it aside. The blood on it made me cringe. With a smirk, Greger advanced towards me, I heard someone say "Oh no, not this time!" and a large shadow tackled him into a tree. It turned out to be Philip who knocked Greger out.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a sympathetic tone, looking worriedly towards Edmund.

"Go get help," I said to him in a low voice, and he nodded without a second thought, galloping to the left and disappearing. I didn't move Edmund from his position and reached out to grab his sword in case Greger woke up. Again.

I couldn't stop the tears that came and I draped his cape around my partially bare body, shivering. Edmund's breathing was becoming shallow and my panic levels were rising. Whoever says love hurts, man, they were damn right.

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