Note: This chapter is shorter, but I had to end it where I did.. But please don't kill me for the ending.. I'm just wondering if there is anyone out there reading this. I'd just like to know if you are, and if you are enjoying it! Anyway, I've kind of been naming my chapters strange recently, don't ask me why, so anyway, enjoy!

Curse of Beaver's Dam Chapter 11 - Malicious

Edmund fastened his breastplate on. Today was a day for battle. He finished fixing on the plates that fastened on his legs, and placed the helmet on his head. Edmund lifted Sylvan, staring at the bright sword. The word Justice was engraved on the blade. It was sometimes a hard thing for the King to live up to his title. Many times he had to struggle with his old, selfish self. A king must think of others before himself. Edmund sighed, sliding Sylvan into the sheath hanging by his side.

"Ed?" he looked up to see Peter in full battle attire. As he stared at his brother, Edmund thought how he truly was majestic. "Are you ready?" Edmund nodded, leaving the tent to follow his brother.

"We're going to send in the griffins first," Peter said, walking briskly toward where the troops were assembled.

"Of course," Edmund murmured. The griffins always went first it seemed. It lessened the numbers of the opposing army, making the battle easier for the Narnians.

"I'm worried about the one thing though."

Edmund looked up. "What?" Peter didn't answer. "What, Peter?"

The High King met his younger brother's gaze. "That Trevelle will kill Lucy and Corin rather then set them free, or let them be taken."

Edmund stared at him. This was definitely something he did not want to hear, but he knew, on the inside, that what his brother said was true. "We must trust Aslan," he said wisely. "And we must find a way to save Lucy and Corin without causing them harm."

"Well said brother," Peter said softly, placing his hand on Edmund's shoulder for a moment.

"Let us go," the just king said, giving his brother a serious look.

"Get up you two," a gruff man said, lifting Lucy and Corin from the ground. He took ropes, several strands thick, and used them to tie Lucy's hands together, leaving a length of rope at the end. Then he did the exact same thing with Corin. The two royals soon learned what the extra rope was for; the broad shouldered, heavy set man pulled them as he walked so the two would follow him. They shortly stood in front of King Trevelle.

"The war will soon start," he said with a smile on his face. Apparently he was a man who enjoyed war. "When the Narnians come to the head of the hill they will find themselves incapable of fighting, or else they will fight with greater anger. Either way, they will still lose." Lucy and Corin found themselves pushed and prodded once more to a few feet from the bottom of hill. Here a large stone was sat up. Lucy didn't know the meaning of the stone until a while later.

Suddenly a horn blast echoed over the hill, and Lucy knew it was the Narnians. Hope swelled in her, and then her spirit fell again. A guard shoved the queen to her knees, in front of the stone. She looked at the top of the hill, and saw Peter on his white horse, Edmund beside him.

A man dressed in black approached, and Lucy finally knew the meaning. A hood was over his head, and a sharp axe was in his hands. The guard shoved her head so that it was lying against the stone. Corin struggled in his bonds as a guard held him back. Tears poured from Lucy's eyes. This was not how she had imagined dying.

"If you hurt her I'll knock you down, I'll hurt you!" Corin yelled, biting the hand restraining him, and running towards Lucy.

"Grab that brat," the king commanded a malicious look in his dark eyes. Lucy heard yells from the hilltop, but it really didn't matter, she was going to die. There was nothing her brother's could do about it. The man in black raised his axe, and it gleamed in the sunlight. Corin and the Narnians cried out in alarm, and the axe fell.

Note: See what I mean about killing me? ;)