Set During the Golden Age.

Peter: 18

Susan: 17

Edmund: 15

Lucy: 12

"You haven't seen Edmund or Lucy have you?" Peter asked, walking up to Susan who was quietly reading in front of the fire one evening.

"I think they're in Lucy's room." She answered, glancing up at him with a small smile. "Edmund's trying to teach Lucy chess... properly."

"Lucy's showing an interest in chess?" Peter said, chuckling slightly.

"Edmund finaly persuaded her I guess." Susan replied with a laugh and a shrug. "Why did you want them anyway?"

"It's getting late and I just wondered where they are is all." Peter said slowly, glancing down at the floor.

Susan frowned and lowered her book. "Peter?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Peter sighed after a moment. "Well, I wanted Lucy cause it's nearly time for her to sleep." He explained truthfully.

"And Ed?" Susan questioned.

Peter glanced up at her again. "Alright." He sighed. "I just wanted to check on him."

Susan sighed too. "He's alright Peter." She told him gently.

Peter shook his head. "He's not though." He mumbled. "He hates winter and we all know it."

Susan nodded. "I do know that." She said. "But it's only the beginning of November, he should be alright for another two or three weeks."

Peter took a deep breath. "Maybe." He murmered, before shaking his head slightly. "Right, I'll go find them then."

"See you later." Susan said softly.

Peter gave her a small smile as he moved to leave the room. "Bye." He answered, stepping into the corridor.

It took about ten minutes for him to reach Lucy's room, and when he did he gently knocked on the door. "Lu?" He asked. "You in there?"

"Yeah!" Came the answer from inside.

Peter smiled a little and opened the door, stepping inside the room and finding Lucy and Edmund laying on Lucy's bed, a chess board between them.

"Having fun?" Peter said with a chuckle as he sat beside his brother.

Lucy nodded enthusiastically. "Yes." She answered. "I've finaly learnt how to play properly."

"Well that's good isn't it?" Peter said, reaching over and ruffling her hair.

Lucy giggled slightly and squirmed away. "Although," she said. "I just can't seem to beat Ed."

"None of us can." Peter replied, glancing down at Edmund who glanced back up and grinned at him. "He's too good."

"You bet." Edmund said. "Anyway, did you want something?"

"Oh yeah." Peter said, shaking his head slightly. "I just wanted to let you know, Lucy mainly, that it's getting late and you should probably think about heading to bed soon."

Lucy nodded. "Edmund just said that before you walked in the door." She said. "We said we'll finish this game and then I'll sleep."

"Well good." Peter said. "Susan's prepared a picnic for tomorrow, said we could all do with a break, even if it is just for the afternoon."

"And we can go for a ride in the morning?" Edmund asked, glancing pleadingly up at Peter.

Peter smiled gently. He knew Edmund wanted to make the most of going outside before it started getting colder and before it snowed, because when that happened he probably wouldn't go outside again until February. "Course we can Ed." He said. "I'll meet you at the stables at 9?"

Edmund nodded. "Sounds good." He said.

Peter smiled at him before turning to Lucy. "Finish this game and then it's straight to bed." He said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I will." Lucy said, before giving him a hug. "Night."

Peter hugged her back with a chuckle. "Goodnight Lu." He said.

After a moment he stood from the bed and left the room, heading instead for his own, deciding to get some work done before he went to bed himself.

Peter woke with a start rather early the next morning, 2am to be precise.

He sat there, wondering what had woken him, until he heard a loud cry from down the corridor.

Peter's eyes went wide. "Ed." He mumbled, clambering out of bed.

He grabbed his sword and dashed out of his room and down the corridor to his brother's, bursting through the door as quickly as he could.

He stopped dead when he saw no danger at all, and frowned slightly... until he spotted his brother.

Edmund was laying in bed, tossing his head back and forth and mumbling in his sleep, sometimes even crying out, almost shouting.

He's having a nightmare

Peter swallowed hard, already? Usually the nightmares didn't start until at least the beginning of December, maybe a little earlier? But definitely not at the beginning of November.

Shaking his head quickly he dashed across the room, placing his sword at the end of Edmund's bed and sitting beside his brother, placing his hands firmly on his shoulders. "Ed?!" He said quickly, giving him a firm but still gentle shake. "Ed wake up! it's just a dream!"

"Please." Edmund mumbled in his sleep, tossing his head.

Peter swallowed hard. "Ed it's alright." He said. "I'm right here, come on, your safe."

When Edmund again showed no signs of waking, Peter tried a different way.

Being as careful as he could he climbed into the bed beside Edmund, pulling him tight against his chest and running his hand through his hair and down the back of his neck, trying his hardest to calm him down. "Come on Ed." Peter murmered in his ear, Edmund struggling weakly against his grip. "It's a dream, you're safe, I promise. Just wake up, come on, Please."

It took a while, but eventually Edmund slowly began to calm down, before he fell limp in Peter's arms and his eyes slowly flickered open.

Peter glanced down at him, his hand continuing to stroke the back of his neck, something that he knew could calm and comfort Edmund more than anything else he did.

Edmund hesitantly glanced up at his brother, and when he saw Peter, his face fell and tears filled his eyes. "Pete?" He whispered, his voice hoarse from all the shouting he'd done.

"It's me." Peter reassured him. "You're safe, it was only a dream."

Edmund took a deep breath and slowly nodded. "Yeah." He choked, before burying his face against Peter's chest.

"You wanna talk about it?" Peter asked slowly a few moments later.

It was clear Edmund thought about it, but in the end he shook his head. "Not really." He mumbled, sniffing a little.

"That's completely fine." Peter reassured him, still stroking Edmund's hair and neck, even though Edmund had completely relaxed by this point.

"Why - Why have the dreams started this early?" Edmund whispered. "It's only November."

"I don't know Ed." Peter sighed. "It does seem to be colder this year though."

Edmund nodded a little. "Yeah." He breathed. "It does."

"But hey, you'll be fine." Peter said gently. "You've gotten through two winters already, I know you can get through this one too."

Edmund smiled against Peter's chest, taking a deep breath. "Thanks."

Okay so, chapter one! I'm probably gonna update this book once a week... and don't worry, I am still gonna keep updating "Far From Home" But probably not as frequently, that book is rather old but I'm only now writing this one so I hope it will be a lot better ahahah :)

Anyway, Hope you liked this and that you'll review:)