A/N: it's been a while since i updated, but i'll try and complete this story.
TYPO FROM THE A/N ON MY LAST CHAPTER: Maltrin is a made up country.
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Part I Chapter V
"It's been all day! When do these tracks stop? I haven't eaten anything!" whined Edmund. His black hair glistened with his sweat. Peter looked around in disbelief "We both hadn't eaten anything since this morning. I rather find Lucy before food." "Good more for me" They reached a clear path in which rocks became present everywhere. The sky was cloudless and the sun shone down upon their tired souls. Only their driven responsibility kept them on their feet. "Finally!" Edmund shouted in relief. He dragged his feet forward in a daze and he only looked to the ground as if to make sure his feet were detachable and he feared they would break off one by one; starting with the toes. Suddenly Edmund stumbled back a few steps. He had bumped into Peter. Before saying anything he looked up to Peter and then he saw the door to Mr. Tumnus' house, it was completely gone. They hurried forward to enter the messy house, only the doors were completely unhinged and on the floor, scratched and burnt. Edmund found nothing completely destroyed in the kitchen, but out of hunger he snuck a piece of toast from the rack in the oven. "What happened here?" Peter said "Quite forward with a question like that, it's only you and me that are here. I wonder who else is here to answer your questions" said Edmund "It was rhetorical" Peter scoffed Edmund ignored his brother, his eyes started to wander around. He set his eyes upon a room across from the kitchen. The door was completely bashed open like the other doors. "Maybe there's someone here that might be able to answer your question after all Peter" Edmund headed straight for the door "I said it was rhetorical" Peter rolled his eyes and followed him. The room was colorful, unlike the kitchen and the den. It seemed more feminine and elegant. The windows lined with white laced curtains and shelves of books continued down the walls. No paintings made their place in the room, but a simple bed and table. On the table was a tray of food that was disassembled, the drinks were spilt and the crumbs lie everywhere. The only odd decoration was the door laying a few feet away from the doorway, on the floor. Next to the wooden door was a groaning faun. Indeed it was Mr. Tumnus. He began to stir and arose. Peter quickly ran forward to aid him. "Mr. Tumnus! What happened to you?" "Are you okay Mr. Tumnus?" Edmund drew forward to help Mr. Tumnus up. He was nervous to go near Mr. Tumnus ever since he found on that he turned him in to the White Witch. Tumnus did not say much but only groaned and sat on the bed behind him, a messy bed of goose-feathered pillows and blankets. "Mr. Tumnus, do you know where Lucy is? Was Lucy here? Asked Peter. "Lucy…" Tumnus repeated. "Was Lucy here Mr. Tumnus?" said Edmund repeating Peter's words. Tumnus then regained his conscience and looked around the room. He quickly got up on his hooves and started scattering around madly. "Lucy! Where's Lucy! Oh Dear Lord she's gone!" "Lucy was here Mr. Tumnus!" Peter repeated. Tumnus turned around to Peter, the voice hit him without warning. He was surprise to have visitors at this time and didn't even recognize them when he awoke. "Your Majesty!" Tumnus quickly bowed in respect. Peter rolled his eyes and picked up Tumnus to stand with a straight back. "We have no time for that, where is Lucy!" "Someone took her Your Majesty! She's been kidnapped!" "Who? Can you tell us who Mr. Tumnus?" asked Edmund "I don't know, I was- I was trying to-" Tumnus hesitated trying to hold back his tears and not to cry in front of the Kings. The salt water began to leak from his eyes slowly. "I don't know, I was trying to lock the door and- and I was blown from the doorway. Deep magic! I hit the wall and that's all I can remember." Edmund looked to Peter. Where in Narnia is Lucy? "We should really go no if we want to keep up with her" Peter rose from the bed and headed toward the empty doorway. "But Peter! We don't even know which direction they went!" Edmund was being reasonable, but Peter knew that his brother is right. "Where would we start?" Peter looked out the window, the expression on his face left him in a deep thought. What was outside that window? The muddy tracks from last weeks flood ruined patches of Tumnus' green grass. 'Holes?' Peter saw uneven space on the lawn. "What is that?" He left the room and walked out of the house. "Where are you going?" Edmund helped Mr. Tumnus up to follow his unpredictable sibling. "Your majesty!" Tumnus added to receive response. But utter silence. The pair found Peter squatting and his pasty hands hovering over the dirt. He lingered at the same spot for a while. He moved his hands towards the forest. He pointed north. "Where does that lead you?" Peter asked directly to Mr. Tumnus. Tumnus only looked up to the forest, he didn't say anything. He left Peter with a shake to his head. "You don't know Mr. Tumnus?" Edmund slowly let go of the faun for him to stand on his own. "That leads you near the Ettinmoors, where the giants are…that is…if you follow the path." "Where do you go when you don't follow the path?" Peter asked slowly. His mind blurred through of memories that will hopefully will or will not be made. What if Lucy was taken by a giant for his afternoon snack? Then Tumnus answered, saving the King from terrible thoughts. "That leads you out of Narnia if you don't follow the path." "Where does it lead you to?" Tumnus turned to Edmund. The face he gave to the boy was of regret and sorrow. Tumnus looked back and forth between the two kings. "Maltrin. The country that Narnia will be fighting. Another war" "What?" Peter shouted "We have to find Lucy now! The person who could've kidnapped Lucy could've been from that place!" Edmund stopped Peter from exclaiming and bursting questions that would be enough to drown poor Tumnus. "If you're to go…please! Bring me along too! It's my fault this happened in the first place!" Peter's eyes gave sympathy towards Tumnus. "What would you do? Can you pick up a sword? Are you familiar with one?" "I don't need to fight, I don't need a sword. I'll be a spy! There are many fauns in the Maltrin!" "I don't know" "I can cook!" "Peter, bring him along…he's pleading. Peter don't make him plead." It was Edmund who had cut in so quickly after the mention of the word 'cook.' "Edmund…" Peter looked to him with a pathetic expression across his face. "What?" "Please, Your Majesty…" "…" If all silences weren't so nerve-wracking. "Better get yourself out of trouble if something unexpected comes along."
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A/N: I think this Chapter is quite boring to me. I'm more interested in Lucy's part of the story because she gets kidnapped and meets new people