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Peter: Right. What did I just agree to?
Me: Oh forget it.
Author's Note: This story is coming to an end soon! In like 2 or 3 more chapters! YIKES!! Hope you guys like this chapter!
Edmund groaned as he rolled over in his bed. He opened his eyes. The darkness of Caspian's castle seemed to close in and push against him at night. It was like a hot humid day in England. England...
"Ugh." He rolled over again at the thought of England. They'd be going back soon. He closed his eyes and them opened them again.
There was no way he was getting sleep tonight. He rolled out of bed and then cursed. He was going to wake up the whole castle. He grabbed his old flashlight and it brought back a flood of memories from the night they had ambushed Miraz's castle. They very castle he stood in. He clicked it on and looked down at his attire. Black loose, sweats and a whit button shirt. Whatever, no one was going to see him anyway. He smoothed his shirt down and headed out into the hall way. It was pouring rain. The calm after the storm was coming. Funny... There's never a calm before the storm...
He walked down the hall and stopped when he passed a door that was open... And the room empty...
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Torri shivered. She stood on the firmly set grey stone of the castle tower. Yeah it was pouring and she was a bit wet, but she didn't care. She liked the rain. It was refreshing. The battle had ended today. And Leahcahr was dead. She sighed. That meant that he was leaving...
A chill went down her spine as the rain drops pelted her freezing body. Her black, night dress stuck to her. She pulled on wet dress, trying to unstick it from her. Even the shorts underneath her dress were soaked. She sat down. She didn't feel like returning to the inside of the castle.
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Edmund peeked inside the empty room. It was Torri's. His eyebrows drew together. It had to be atleast 3am in the morning. Where could she be?
He walked towards the tower. He needed to feel the rain. It made him feel fresh and renewed. As the tower came into view, he spotted his dream girl. Her muscular figure accented by her black night dress. Her wet hair made the gold streaks in it look like liquid gold. His milk chocolate brown eyes danced as he walked towards her.
"Hey," he spoke softly but still made her jump.
"Don't freak me out like that," Torri complained but Edmund smiled anyway. He took a seat next to her.
"What are you doing out here in the rain?
"I could ask you the exact same thing," Torri replied.
"You could. But you didn't," Edmund shot back.
Torri raised an eyebrow but nudged him with her shoulder. He shoved her back.
"I can't believe it's over."
"Me either," Edmund said sighing. They were both silent.
"We shouldn't... I mean if they.." Torri began.
"Yeah I agree. They probably shouldn't find us out here," Edmund said slightly disappointed.
"We could stay out here a little bit longer," Torri reasoned.
"Yeah we could," Edmund smiled. Torri grinned to herself for a moment.
"Hey," Edmund said turning her face towards him with her, "What are you thinking?"
"I don't know," she shrugged.
Edmund raised his eyebrows. "I'm not stupid."
"Really?" Torri asked mockingly.
"Knock that off."
"Make me," Torri countered, laughing at the cliche of the comment.
"Oh, your asking for it!" Edmund told her, grabbing her hands and pinning them to the stone, the icy rain pelting both sixteen year olds. Edmund leaned down towards her face. "Who's the king?"
"Not you."
"Say it."
"Never!"
Edmund lips crashed against her's and she found herself passionetely kissing him back, as a fire ignited between them, the rain constantly trying to extinguish it but losing. Torri's body arched towards him as he pulled her hands towards him. As soon as they were free, the ripped his shirt open at the chest and one buried it in Edmund's dark, mocha colored hair, the other pressed to his chest. One of Edmund's hand presed her towards him, his hand in the small of her back and the other ran up and down her now revealed thigh. Finally the two parted breathless.
"Your wearing shorts?" he asked laughing.
"Hey. It's a personal choice."
They both laughed as they took in their wet attire.
"Wow are we a sight!" Torri laughed.
"Especially if we're found together," Edmund told her.
"See you in the morning?" Torri suggested.
"Yeah," Edmund said half heartedly.
Torri nodded and went inside her room. Edmund turned, walking past his brother's room and sighing as he dried off and went back to bed. Peter smiled to himself. His brother was sneaky, but not that sneaky.
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The bright sunshine woke Torri, and as she stretched, her body creaked and moaned, reminding her of the hook up she and Edmund had experienced in the middle of the night. Being pressed to the granite stone had not done her back much good.
She moaned as she pulled on a turquoise dress, with a low cut, tank top bodice. The silver designs on the bodice looked like the patterns of ivy that Lucy's crown had once been made of. The skirt flowed out in a beautiful mixture of baby blue and aqua tule. She pulled on brown boots that would remain invisible underneath her dress. There was no way she was wearing heels.
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Lucy awoke and immediately ran to her sister's room. "SUSAN!!"
"What is it Luce?"
"What am I to wear today? Aslan said to wear nice attire since were honoring the warriors today."
"Alright, let me help you," Susan smiled as she pushed herself out of bed with a yawn. "Let me get dressed first though okay?"
Lucy nodded as her sister pulled on a plum, off the shoulder, long sleeved, golden patterened dress. She brushed her long curly, brunette hair down, and then turned towards her sister.
Going into Lucy's room, she pulled out a beautiful, golden colored dress. She helped Lucy pull it on and then pulled her red hair into a beautiful french braid.
"Thank you!" Lucy said fingering her woven hair.
"Of course! Now let's go make sure Peter is up. Breakfast will be soon."
The two sisters turned and made their way to Peter's bedroom.
"He's up."
Lucy laughed at her sister's comment. The bedding was all tangled and his old clothes had been thrown on the floor.
"No one ever thinks Peter would be a messy person. Little do they know he lives in a pigsty," Susan rolled her eyes as she spoke.
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Edmund smiled as he remembered the event of the night before. He got out of bed, and then pulled on nice pants and a silver, silky shirt. His black boots were stained with dirt but they would have to do.
He rushed down the stairs to find the other's seated at the breakfast table. "Ah Ed. Finally," Peter said, the glimpse of a laugh evident on his face.
"Always the last one up," Susan teased as he took a seat in between Lucy and Torri.
"Oh you guys are hilarious," he mumbled as he began to eat. Caspian and Susan shared a smile as they dug in to their food as well.
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After the well earned breakfast, Aslan appeared, seeming to know the royals had finished their breakfast.
"May I speak with the Pevensies? This is extremely important."
"Of course," Peter said pushing himself back from the table. "Guys?"
"Coming!" chorused enthusiastically from Lucy while Susan and Edmund sensed something a miss.
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Out on the bright green fields, the group of five stood, all of the faces solemn. "You must know what I am about to tell you," Aslan told them.
"I'm assuming it is regarding our return to England," Peter said bravely.
"Correct, Young King. You must return soon. You do not belong here."
Edmund opened his mouth to protest but Susan cut him off, not realizing she was speaking out loud. "Saying goodbye was horrible the first time."
Aslan glanced toward her and she reddened, realizing she must have spoken aloud. "I'm sorry, Aslan please continue."
"Yes. It will be time for you to leave soon. In about three days, I suggest you discuss your plans."
"Our plans?" Edmund said, a lump in his throat.
"Your plans in saying goodbye."
"But.. But what-what if I belong here?" Edmund nearly shouted. He wasn't shouting at Aslan. Or his siblings. He was shouting at the unfair world. Life was so frustrating.
Silence ensued.
"I'm sorry Aslan," Edmund apologized.
"It's alright, young king. I understand your point of view. But you do not belong here," Aslan told him gently.
"I don't care!" he stated rather childishly.
"Ed," Peter told him.
"I know, I know."
"May I speak to Edmund alone please?" Aslan requested, sounding more like a command.
"Of course," Susan said softly, taking Lucy's hand and the three walked off, leaving the great lion and the youngest king alone.
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"Edmund, this is because of your relationship with Torri," Aslan began.
"And I shouldn't let my feelings get in the way of being king," Edmund stated.
"Yes. And I'm sorry. But I cannot allow you to stay here."
"I understand," Edmund told the lion.
Edmund turned to walk away.
"I truly am sorry young king," Aslan said sadly, his dark eyes reflecting Edmund's feelings.
Edmund his head slightly to the side. "Thanks."
A/N: Hey guys! I know the ending's sad. I'll get the next chapter up ASAP! PLEASE Review!!
