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I'm sorry I didn't come around writing this chapter very quickly, but I didn't have much time with school starting and everything… but here it is!
Secretive talking.
I knew it was happening.
Every time I walked into a room, conversation would be interrupted and replaced by an awkward moment.
Whispering was always present and worst of all…
Jason was missing.
For four days now.
Each time I asked to Edmund or Peter if they had sent troops out and if they had any result, they would shake their heads or mumble incoherent words and abruptly change subject.
I knew these weird events had to do with something with Edmund's previous secretive attitude.
So I pulled him into my room, and sat him down on my bed.
"Edmund what's happening?" I asked demandingly, standing in front of him.
"I'll tell you what's happening: you dragged me out of the dining room, caused me about 6 bruises, and I'm going to be late for my council meeting." He said calmly, but in his eyes, I saw alarm.
"Edmund, stop playing dumb and tell me why everyone is being secretive and WHERE THE HELL JASON IS!" I said fuming.
There was a moment of silence, where I could practically here the wheels turning inside his head. He put his head in his hands. He then suddenly stood up and walked right in front of me. I looked in his eyes. And I was surprised by what I saw. Anger.
"I don't know where he is. As for if we're being secretive, it's because it's none of your business."
And he marched off to his stupid council meeting.
XxX
I put the saddle onto my silent horse (I mean like he's one of those animals that don't speak. It's wild.) and went on.
"Where are you going?" Edmund had just emerged from the castle. I ignored him and mounted.
"Thalia. THALIA! What do you think you're doing?" Edmund screamed frustrated form my lack of response.
"See how it feels to be kept in the dark? Not fun, huh?" Was all I said. With that, I called at my horse to move. It galloped quickly.
Behind me, I heard Edmund on Phillip come closer.
I bent down like with a Pegasus, and beckoned the horse faster, and faster, and faster.
I was only through half of the field when I noticed that my horse didn't seem to be very good in endurance. He wasn't slow; he just wasn't as quick as I wanted him to be.
Tears spilled from my eyes, as I thought of Jason, where he could be.
As I expected, I heard Edmund and his horse approaching, but I didn't make my horse stop.
Edmund leaded his horse next to mine. I got my horse to trot, since it was pointless to try to get it to outrun Edmund's horse. Even if I beat him in almost every swordplay, he was much better at horse riding than I was. I really should have put more time into Pegasus riding.
A flurry of emotion suddenly erupted inside of me. I was homesick; I missed Jason, and worst of all, Narnia, which had once made me feel at home and happy, felt like my prison. The Pevensie's would tell me about everything that was happening. Now they shut me out, watched their words when they talked, and would avoid me. I hadn't said nothing about it, but after these few weeks, I was really fed up.
I soon started sobbing, but still looked away from Edmund.
XxX
Edmund POV
As I saw her cry, the anger against Jason, which had interfered with my love for Thalia, dissipated.
I slowly slid off my horse. I walked towards hers, and pushed myself up, standing on the stirrup of the saddle of her horse.
One hand holding onto the saddle so I wouldn't fall back, with the other I turned her face to look at me. She was crying, and small whimpers escaped from her mouth.
"Hey…" I said, whipping off her face. "It's gonna be alright."
I turned my head to Phillip and said: "Phillip, go back to the castle. If Peter asks, tell him were fine."
I swung my left leg over the horse and sat behind Thalia. I slipped my arms under her arms, kissed her cheek, and beckoned the horse to start trotting.
We rode in silence. She soon leaned against me and fell asleep. I noticed bags under her puffy red eyes. "She hasn't slept well lately…" I thought. A pang of guilt hit me. Our secrecy had really been bothering her.
Even if Peter was totally against it, ordering me to not tell, even if he threaten to separate me from her if I told her,
I was going to tell her.
XxX
It was dark.
The trees swayed back and forth, back and forth, but not their normal joyous dances.
They were trying to warn me. They were trying to get me too turn around.
I wouldn't, I couldn't, and I definitely would never be able to turn around at this point.
I made my decision. This was my fault. All my fault.
I had to fix it.
She wasn't safe. I had to save her.
Even if its cost was Narnia. Even if it's cost was her happiness.
I walked towards Evil itself.
Handed her the object.
I had done it.
She laughed in my face, called me a fool, lifted the knife-
"Thalia, wake up."
Just a nightmare. Just a nightmare.
Or the future.