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Christopher The Lost
Chapter 10
"I still don't understand." Edmund said to Aslan.
"You will, Edmund. You will." Aslan nodded.
Edmund nodded his head and the two stood in comfortable silence.
A sudden voice echoed up to them. "Edmund!"
A surprised gasp came rom Edmund's dry throat as he recognized the voice. He turned his gaze toward the sound and was pleasently surprised to see Peter holding back a very anxious looking Lucy. But this also brought back an unpleasent memory...
"Your majesty! We have captured one!" the wolf called.
"No..." Edmund whispered.
"Which one?" the witch asked, a wicked and cold smile playing across her lips.
"The younger one." the wolf bowed.
"NO!" Edmund screamed.
"Gag him!" the witch demanded. Edmund bit at Ginarbrik, but too soon he was gagged. "Take me to her." the witch smirked.
Edmund sat in silent horror for what seemed an eternity. Finaly the witch returned, an even crueler smile upon her face, and something in her hand. She bent down in front of Edmund and held up the item.
He recognized the item as a coat... a bloody coat... Lucys bloody coat. His eyes widened even more, tears stinging in his eyes, and his stomach twisting in knots.
"She's gone, Edmund. Never to return. She... is... dead..."
Edmund looked back at Aslan, shock etched across his face. "The witch is a liar." Aslan said simply. Edmund stood where he was. "Go" Aslan said nudging Edmund with His muzzle.
Edmund needed no more invitation than to go as fast as his sore legs woud carry him. He found the strength to run the last few feet and sweep Lucy up into a tight hug.
"Your alive!" they exclaimed in unison. This caused them both to let go. "Me?" they asked, once more at the same time. "Yes you!" "Why me?!" "She said you were dead!" was Edmund's exclamation but Lucy's was "The wolves at the stream said you were dead!" "LIARS!" they once again exclaimed at once.
"They've known each other way to long." Edmund looked over to Susan, the one who had voiced the comment. Before Edmund knew it, he was in Susan's tight embrace. He wasn't quite sure how long they stayed that way before they finally let each other go. "Are you alright?" was her first question.
He sucked in his breathe and let it out. And that gave Susan all the answer she needed. She only nodded sadly. Edmunds gaze now fell on Peter, who looked nearly ready to burst into tears and/or song at any minute.
"Pete... oomph." Edmund barely had the word out of his mouth before Peter had pulled him into a tight embrace, even tighter than Susan and Lucy's. "Peter, I can't breath!" Edmund wheezed, his breathing coming harder and more raspy as it now sometimes did. Peter let him go, but Edmund still could not gather a full breath.
"Chri... Ed, what's wrong?" Peter asked.
Edmund shook his head. "I'm... going to... lay down." he finaly manged to say.
Peter nodded and let Edmund walk towards the tent they would now share. Edmund collapsed onto the bed, allowing the screams to fade into his pillow. His chest felt like it was on fire. He gasped and tried scratching but that only made it worse. He glanced around the room to make sure no one was there before he pulled off his shirt. The wounds the witch had given to him the first night in her dungeon were glowing an icy blue. After a moment the little glow dimmed, and he thought it was over. But not but a minute later the glow was even brighter and the pain even more intense.
An involuntary scream made it past his lips, echoing throughout the tent. The tent flaps were thrown open a second later, revealing Peter, with his fists clenched. He looked ready to kill anyone who dared to even touch Edmund. But when he saw no one there, and saw Edmund in the state he was, he unclenched his fists, and ran over to Edmund.
"Ed, what's wrong? Ed? Breathe! Come on! Breathe! LUCY!" Peter exclaimed.
Lucy was in the room a moment later, her cordial in hand, Aslan beside her. Before Lucy could even take the top of the cordial, Aslan placed a paw over her hand. "No." he said simply.
"Aslan! He's dying!" Peter exclaimed, eyes wide.
"I... am... not." Edmund managed to say.
"He speaks the truth. He is not dying. You need not worry, he will live." Aslan nodded.
"But... he's hurting." Peter said.
"Get...used.... to it." Edmund muttered, finaly gaining his breathe back.
"Aslan, what's going on?" Lucy asked.
"Not now. You will soon know." was Aslans reply as he left.
"Why does that not ease my mind any?" Peter asked.
Lucy walked closer, but by now Edmund had already succumbed to sleep. "He looks happier now." she stated.
"He's not dead, is he?" Peter asked.
"He's breathing, so no."
"Good."
"When are we going to tell him?"
Silence.
"When he wakes up."
"Edmund, come on. Wakey wakey, come on." Lucy said quietly.
"Five more minutes mum." Edmund mumbled, rolling over.
Lucy looked up at Peter, a lost and confused look on her face.
"Get the toast." Peter whispered to her, a small smile on his face. She grinned and grabbed a piece of toast.
"This should be good." Susan giggled.
Lucy waved the toast in front of Edmunds face. "Eddie, wake up, the toast wants to be eaten now." she said.
Edmunds eyes shot open. "The toast talks too?!" he asked.
Susan cracked up laughing, and Peter bit his lip to keep from doing the same. Lucy giggled and handed him the toast. "No. And come on. If you get up you can have more. Eggs, fresh fruit, and more toast." she said.
"I'll be right there." he nodded quickly.