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Chapter Six

Being Separated

Edmund felt like his breath was sucked out of his lungs.

"Don't—don't you feel the same?" Niara asked worriedly.

"I…don't know," he replied slowly.

They sat in silence and Edmund turned his attention to the water reflecting off the small cave's walls from the light in the crack above. He shifted uncomfortably on the hard rocky platform.

"You don't know?" Niara asked, becoming slightly angry.

"I haven't known you for very long," Edmund returned, "I just met you yesterday."

Niara stopped. Had she forgotten? Edmund wanted to laugh at her ignorance, but he couldn't. After all, she loved him.

"Please tell me you're going to see me again," Niara pleaded.

"Of course," was the reply.

Niara looked relieved, but not entirely as comfortable as before. "I should go. Can I see you again later?"

"Yeah," Edmund said simply. He felt strange.

Niara didn't look back as she pulled herself to the exit.

"Just make sure no one sees you," she whispered. "Bye."

Long after Niara had left, Edmund sat in the tiny cave in silence. He finally got up, shoved the rock a crack to peer out, then slipped out, returning the rock to its place. He didn't really like the cave; he loved the openness of the outdoors by the sea. They were hiding just because of a stupid possessive nymph.

"I'll have to do something about him. After all, I'm a king!" Edmund thought aloud as he climbed over the rocky hill back to the tree where he had tied Phillip.

"There you are," the horse greeted. "Look at this bare patch around me. See how much is gone? I've been eating since you left me!"

"Sorry," Edmund mumbled and climbed onto Phillip.

"Sorry? Hey, I remember you said something about sugar cubes," Phillip snorted.

"Yeah, okay, just take me back," Edmund said quietly.

"Um…are you alright? What were you doing?" Phillip asked as he began to canter to Cair Paravel.

"Feeling bad for myself," Edmund said blankly.

Phillip scoffed. "Really? Seriously, it's been four years, you really should get over the stuff you did."

"It's not that," Edmund said darkly, wishing for once the horse would shut up.

"Oh. Sorry," Phillip trotted faster so he could leave Edmund in peace. Still, he had the guts to ask one last question. "Am I still going to get the sugar cubes?"

"Yes!" Edmund said, frustrated.

"Sorry!" Phillip said innocently, and galloped to the stables.