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Author's Note – This Chapter takes place two months after the last one.

Author's Note – This Chapter has CHILD ABUSE so be warned.

Chapter Six

The sharp twang of bowstrings filled the air along with the ring of swords, creating a cacophony. It was a frenzied atmosphere, both centaurs and Telmarines fired their arrows, the dwarves hacked and slashed and the swords gleamed. Susan and Lucy were mounted, Susan on a bay horse, Lucy on a dappled grey, they sat watching the chaotic fray. Caspian faced off against a Telmarine Knight as Peter circled his own opponent. Visors were shut and the two warriors faced each other.

The swords clashed and the duel began, Rhindon shone as the High King spun and parried, twisted and advanced, blocked and charged. Dodging around the castle's courtyard trying to outwit his foe, he attempted to knock the other King off his feet, but was too slow. He tried to wear his rival out with a series of hard and fast blows, but was blocked and pushed away. Throwing caution to the wind Peter drove forward ready to finish the battle, this was a mistake. The other King moved and Peter tripped, next moment a sword was at his neck. Then it was gone, and his brother took off his helmet.

Edmund scowled that had been too easy, he had expected more of a challenge. He looked back at his older brother who had picked himself up, helmet off, sweat rolling off him; he was sat on part of the old wall. Worried, Edmund strode over and sat next to him, they didn't speak. Five minutes passed, Peter finally spoke.

"We should probably get cleaned up, I want to scout the area before lunch, I don't like the reports we've been getting." Without waiting for an answer he just stood and walked away, leaving Edmund alone. Head in hands, he just sat there thoughts swirling round and round, regrets, hopes and worries jumbled into the mix. How Peter had insisted they practice at the castle instead of with the others. How for the past two months his brother had been so distant, closed up. Losing to Miraz had really shook him up, and now Peter was determined to face him again but Edmund could tell in his present frame of mind Peter didn't stand a chance. Edmund didn't know what to do, what would Peter do? Unable to answer that at the moment Edmund stood and went to go get changed. Still unable to answer the question he mounted his Chestnut gelding and together he and Peter went to scout out the area.

They entered a deserted clearing, nothing was moving, the wind had dropped and there were no animals, talking or dumb, around. Edmund didn't trust it, he knew it sounded clichéd but he it was quiet, too quiet. Ahead of him Peter had dismounted, stooping low to the ground, reins in one hand, the other searching the grassy floor. Edmund joined him.

"Fresh hoof prints?" Peter just nodded, looking even closer at the indents.

"Not an hour past." It was Edmund's turn to nod. They were so immersed in the finding of the hoof prints that neither boy noticed the obvious until it was too late. A twig snapped and both brothers spun round. It was a trap.

Miraz strode forward, black armour glinting in the harsh morning sun, he was smiling. Edmund's hands were bound now and his sword removed, it was the same for Peter.

"Well, well," The King sneered, "isn't it the two 'Kings' from the olden times." He gave them a curt laugh. "I think I'll invite you to my castle to stay for a while." He then motioned and before either boy could do anything about it they were gagged, blindfolded and their feet also bound. Then they were flung unceremoniously in front of a couple of horsemen. The ride was fast and rather bumpy, if the riders behind them weren't holding onto them they would have surely fallen off their mounts.

When Edmund could see again he was in a darkened cell heaped on the floor with Peter. He carefully picked himself up, brushed himself off and just looked around. Not that there was much to see, four stone walls, a rough and heavy oak door, and a bench, which Peter currently occupied. Edmund seeing that there was nothing else to do just paced, one… two… three… four… five steps one way, turn and one… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine steps the other. He lost count of how many steps or how many circuits he did, time didn't seem to exist and there was no way to tell how long they'd been there. At least an hour was Edmund's guess, an hour of him pacing and Peter, well just sitting and moping really. It was that sight, right then that pushed Edmund over the edge, he just wanted to go over there and hit his brother, as hard as he could, he wanted to yell at him, scream at him tell him to get over it and to wake up.

Peter must have sensed his brother's gaze because he looked up and noticing his brother's gaze thought that Edmund blamed him for this mess.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, Edmund frowned. Peter closed his eyes and said with more conviction. "This whole thing is may fault if I hadn't insisted we scout out the area we wouldn't…" Peter never got to finish his sentence because Edmund had reached the last straw. He strode from his place by the door and hit Peter right across the face. His eyes were ablaze and his breathing almost ragged. Peter slowly raised his hand to his reddening cheek not really taking in what had happened. Edmund just lost it.

"By the… Lord Peter snap out of it! Just, just stop and think, I can't stand it anymore! Buck up! What's happened, you lose one battle and go completely crazy!" No answer from Peter, whose eyes were still blank. Edmund hit him again, throwing out all sanity.

"God Peter! Just wake up! We're all worried about you, even Caspian has noticed that you're acting strange. Where's my brother? Where's Narnia's High King?" Behind him the door scraped on the cobble stones.

"Very touching to be sure," it was Miraz.

"What do you care?" Edmund spat out.

"I don't." He chuckled, this cut through Edmund and he lunged at the man. Two guards stopped him and held him down, Miraz stopped his mirth and stooped down to look Edmund in the eye.

"This is going to hurt. You more than me I assure you." Edmund saw the evil glint in the King's eyes and he struggled to get free.

"This is what we do to naughty little servant boys, because that's all you are now boy, a servant. And you'll be one for the rest of your days, which admittedly are very few." Edmund stopped his struggling to look up at Miraz.

"I will never serve you." Miraz smiled.

"We'll see." He moved behind Edmund so he could no longer be seen, and Edmund's shirt was raised to expose his back. Next moment waves of pain assaulted him as a sharp and whippy willow branch continuously drove into his flesh. He tried not to, but he did, he screamed.

A/N So What do you think?Sorry if Edmund's a little out of character,I'll try and post the next chapter soon.