Welcome to the Warmth
By: SugarHighNutcase
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I can't say thank you enough. I always try to review every story I read, and it feels great when people return the favor. :-) So, here's a chapter in Peter's POV, because you fabulous reviewers requested it, and I really wanted to try it. This is for my reviewers. Enjoy!
Chapter Two
I yell at Edmund to get out of here. The battle is going on all around us, and we're losing many on our side, thanks to the Witch's wand. But I won't lose Edmund, not again, not after everything that's just happened, not after just getting him back. He hesitates, but retreats. One less thing to worry about, I think, slashing at a Minotaur. I hear the yells and cries of the battle all around me, but I'm focused on one thing: my opponent. I hear a yell that sounds vaguely familiar. I stab the Minotaur, and he falls to the ground.
I turn, and freeze. I had turned just in time to see the White Witch stab her sharp, broken wand through Ed's side. He clutches his stomach where he's been slashed, and I see blood start to seep out as he falls to the ground, gasping for air.
Edmund's been stabbed. Ed has been stabbed. My brother is hurt. My baby brother is dying. Edmund…
Edmund is the only thought in my head as I run toward the Witch. I swing my sword in wild fury, cutting at a few fighting creatures of the Witch's. I don't pay attention. Get to Ed… get to the Witch and help Ed, I think as I get advance on her. She has picked up Edmund's sword, and now she swings both her and Ed's weapons in my direction. I bring up my own, blocking her, then take a stab at her. She blocks easily with one of her swords, and slashes at me with the other. I struggle to block her blows; struggle to return them.
I'm exhausted, and I'm losing. She can tell I'm tired, and before I know it, my sword is knocked out of my hand and I'm on the ground, panting and staring up at her gleaming weapon. Just when I think she's going to end it, she disappears from my view. I lie there for a moment, catching my breath, then stand. Aslan was the one who had saved me. But he was dead, wasn't he? I can hardly think straight, and a yell causes me to turn. Susan and Lucy are running toward me, and I don't think, I just open my arms wide and receive them in an embrace. I'm so relieved they're all right that I forget anything else that had happened. I pull back, and Lu asks where Ed is.
Oh, God. Edmund! I turn and run to where he had fallen before. I need to get there to know he's still hanging on, to know he's still alive. I hear my sisters following, but I am focused on my brother.
I kneel down next to him, calling his name. Unaware of what Susan or Lucy are doing, I concentrate on my injured brother, begging him to come back. He is lying in a pool of his own blood. His eyes are closed, his face pale, his breathing ragged. I grab his hand, but drop it immediately. It's ice cold, a sure sign that he's- No. No, not yet, Edmund, please don't leave yet.
I am reminded of my sisters' presence when Lucy pours a liquid into Ed's open mouth. His strained breathing slows, and I'm sure we've lost him when he opens his eyes. I feel the tears on my face as he struggles to sit, and I waste no time in hugging him as tightly as I possibly can. He's safe, he's okay, and I feel him put his arms around me and return the embrace.
I pull back, examining his bruised and bloodied face, and look into his eyes. He seems a little shocked at my sudden display of affection, and I feel a pang of guilt. I never hugged him before, never told him I cared. He expects me to still be angry with him. I could see he was still hurting over his past mistakes. I shake my head at him. "When will you ever learn to do as you're told?" I ask him, unable to keep out the relief and gladness out of my voice. He smiles at me, and we're both forgiven of our past mistakes. We hug, and this time our sisters join in.