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Christopher The Lost

Chapter 9

Peter sighed, fumbling with the pommel of his sword. His thoughts revolved around Edmund. Wondering if he would ever get the chance to tell Edmund who he really is. He was staring out over the camp, looking towards a glittering castle on the ocean.

"That is Cair Paravel, castle of the four thrones." Aslan informed him, walking to stand beside him "One of which you will sit, Peter. As High King." Peter looked down to the ground. "You doubt the prophecy?" Aslan asked.

"No. But that's just it.... Aslan, I'm not who you all think I am." Peter said, looking up to Aslan.

"Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley." Peter blinked a few times in surprise "Beaver also mentioned you plan on turning him into a hat."

Peter smiled, and contained a chuckle. 'His own fault, he was to bossy' he thought.

"Peter, there is a deep magic that rules over all of Narnia. It determines right from wrong, and governs all of our destinies. Yours, and mine." Aslan said.

"But I couldn't even protect my own family."

"You've brought them safely this far."

'Not all of them.' Peter thought.

"You have something else on your mind." Aslan stated.

"Yes, Aslan, I do."

"Do not worry. I will do what I can to help your brother."

Peter's eyes lit up. "So he is truly my brother. He really is Chris?" he asked.

Aslan chuckled. "Yes, he is."

"I've figured it ever since he disappeared, but... it feels so wonderful to actually hear it."

"He's always been your brother."

"We just never realized it." Peter nodded "He is ok, isn't he?"

"He is hurt. And it will be harder than you realize to save him, because of what the witch has done."

"So he isn't dead?"

"No."

"Is he nearly dead."

"No."

"Is he miserable." Silence. "I should have figured as such." Peter sighed.

Silence reigned again, but it was broken by the sound of a horn.

"Susan!" Peter exclaimed, running back towards the camp. 'I can't lose another sibling! I can't!' were his thoughts as he ran as fast as his legs would take him through the camp.

The sound of Susan and Lucy's cries and screams for help could be heard by the time he neared a stream. When he came into view he found they had made it into a tree, with wolves snapping at their feet. I pulled his sword from it's sheath, running across the stream shouting 'Get back!' He pointed his sword at the wolves, having to point it back and forth between the two.

"Come on, we've already been through this before. We both know you haven't got it in you." one wolf growled.

"Peter! Watch out!" Susan cried. He tried to keep his attention on the wolves. Before Peter understood what was happened, Aslan had come forward, an army behind Him, and had His paw on one of the wolves. Peter turned his attention back to the wolf just in time to see the wolf lunging at him. He heard Susan and Lucy scream, but he couldn't hear much for the ringing in his ears.

He tried to move but the wolf was still on top of him and he was afraid to move, should it still be alive. But he felt it moved off of him and opened his eyes to see Susan and Lucy. He sat up and looked between them just before they both threw their arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. They heard a whimper and saw that Aslan had let the other wolf go.

"After him-" He said "-he will lead you to Edmund." All three siblings let out a sigh of relief. "Peter clean your sword." Aslan said. Peter did as he was told. "Kneel." Aslan ordered. Peter did so and Aslan placed a paw on Peters shoulder, then placed it back on the ground. "Rise, Sir Peter Wolfsbane, Knight of Narnia." Aslan said.

Peter looked over at Susan and Lucy, a look of pride and shock on his face. They smiled at him and he looked back at Aslan.

Now Peter wondered if Edmund would ever get his chance to be knighted...

"The little prince misses his family?" Ginarbrik taunted, a knife in his hand. Edmund's gaze was now less harsh, but still emotionless. He had made himself numb, and it helped him feel better, if nothing else. "Answer me." the dwarf sneered.

I can't because of the gag you put on me, you idiot! Edmund thought.

The dwarf pressed the knife to his neck. "Well you won't have to worry about answering anyone soon." he sneered. Edmund closed his eyes tight and waited for the death blow, but nothing happened and he felt like he was being untied. He opened his eyes and saw a tall half horse, half man standing over him.

"Stay calm, Son of Adam, we are here to help." he said.

Edmund closed his eyes, this time of exhaustion, and fell into a deep sleep.

I know, really short. But Edmund's safe now! YAY! Please review!