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The Return
Chapter 8
Alex's POV
As we neared the How, the gryphon landed, allowing Edmund and I off. I saw Lucy come running out of the How.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Ask him." Peter said glarring at Caspian.
"Peter." Susan scolded.
"Me?" Caspian asked "You could have called it off, there was still time."
"No there wasn't, thanks to you. If you'd kept to the plan, those soldier's might be alive right now." Peter said.
"And if we'd just stayed here like I suggested, they definitely would be." Caspian replied.
I wasn't sure what side to be on. I wouldn't be here had that not done it. But still, they shouldn't have. The Narnians would be alive.
"You called us, remember?" Peter said.
"My first mistake. I was doing well off with Alex." Caspian said.
"No, your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people." Peter replied turning around.
I heard many Narnian's grunting, meaning they didn't agree with Peter one bit. I bit my lip to keep from screaming at him.
"HEY!" Caspian screamed, making Peter turn back around "I was not the one who abandoned Narnia." he growled.
"You invaded Narnia..." Caspian shoved past him "... You have no more right to be King than Miraz does!" this made Caspian stop "You, him, your father, the Narnian's are better off without the lot of you!"
This was all Caspian needed to draw his sword.
"STOP IT!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. That gathered everyone's attention. "This is not the time for this sort of thing!" I yelled "We can't have fued's going among us! If we do, how are we supposed to make it through this thing alive? If we can't trust each other... who can we trust?" I said before walking into the How.
I could hear someone walking behind me. I only continued walking toward mine and Edmund's room. When I got there, I found that the Narnians had changed the hammock for a small sofa, just barely big enough for both Edmund and I.
When I got to the room, I layed down, and when I turned around someone was already placing a blanket over the door. So whoever it was wanted privacy with me. I could take one guess. It was now completely dark, but I heard whoever it was walk over to me. I already knew.
"Edmund." I breathed as his lips lingered against mine.
"Yes, my love?" he asked.
"Absolutely nothing." I replied pulling him ontop of me.
OOooOOooOO
"Wake up you two!" I heard Peter say.
"PETER! GET OUT!" I exclaimed as I realized the only thing over either Edmund or I was a thin blanket.
"It's pitch black. I can't see anything. Don't worry. But get up! We've got planning to do." Peter said.
"I hate the sound of that. In another words, your going into single combat." Edmund stated.
"How did you know?" Peter asked.
"I'm your brother. NOW GET OUT!" Ed snapped.
"Fine." Peter said walking out, a momentary flash of light coming through the room.
"I really wish we didn't have to move." I sighed, resting my head on Edmund's chest.
"I know. But this will all be over soon. Then we'll have too much time together." he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"I could never have too much time with you." I said.
"Nor I with you. I just hope that we don't have to leave right away." he said.
"Surely not." I said.
We stayed silent for a few moments. I thought he had fallen back asleep for a minute, but he sat up.
"Now we have a problem." he said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"I don't think we can find our clothes." he said.
"My dress is right here." I said grabbing it "Unlike you I didn't just toss it too the side."
"It's been a year for me, give me a break." he said.
I rolled my eyes and pulled my dress on before scowering for his tunic and breeches.
"I think I found something." I said feeling some type of fabric. "And it's... your tunic. I think." I said feeling my way back over to the bed.
"One down two to go." he said.
"Acctually just one, we can take the blanket down to search for the vest." I said. "And I... found the vest." I said dryly. "Oh here's the breeches! We have a success!" I said.
"Drama queen, just bring it over here please." he said.
I felt my way back over to the sofa and when I was sure where he was I threw the breeches over his head. "Whoops, missed." I said.
"Yeah right." he said.
I squealed and moved away when he smacked me with his tunic. When he was dressed I grabbed a pillow and wacked him with it.
"That's for tunic-smacking me." I said.
"And I'd gladly do it again." he said.
A sudden pain in my back caused me to cry out.
"Alex?" he asked.
"My back... something's wrong." I said.
A moment later he let a cry of pain.
"My stomach.... Beruna..."
"THE WITCH!" we exclaimed at the same time.
We jumped up, him grabbing his sword, me grabbing my bow. We bolted from the room. Peter was behind us in a matter of seconds. And Lucy wasn't to far behind him. The pain led us toward the Stone Table. It was there we found the Witch. What we hadn't expected to find was Caspian with his arm extended toward her.
"STOP!" Peter called.
I froze with fear. But I grabbed my bow, and aimed toward the ice. But before I could strike I heard Lucy's cry. I looked over and saw Nikarbik hovering over her. I aimed toward him and he fell by both my arrow and Trumpkin's sword. We nodded to each other before I pulled another arrow from my quiver and aimed at the ice. I could no longer see Edmund. But then I saw a shaddow behind the ice. I aimed toward where the witch's chest was in the ice.
"Payback's a witch..." I growled before letting the arrow fly.
And just as my arrow struck, a sword came through the ice, at about the lower right torso.
"Edmund..." I thought.
A second later the ice burst, shattering into a thousand pieces. When I looked back up, Edmund was glaring at Peter.
"I know... you had it sorted." he said before walking away.
Susan was standing beside me now. She gave both Peter and Caspian a look before walking away. Lucy walked away without a word, holding her wrist. Trumpkin was close behind her. I stared at Caspian for a minute before looking over at Peter.
"Just stand there. Even after all you've seen. You just stood there." I said, starring at Peter in disbelief.
"He stood there too." Peter said pointing at Caspian.
"But he hasn't seen, Peter, you have. You've watched Her kill your baby brother. You've watched Her torture him mercilessly. And yet you stood there, like a seduced idiot. Where did High King Peter The Magnificent go?" I asked before walking away.
I found a side room where I could be alone. I hugged my knee's to my chest. This brought back a very unpleasent memory...
"There's the little princess." the witch cooed.
"I'm not a princess." I spat.
This earned me a slap across the cheek. But it didn't stop there. The slaps turning into being whipped, being whipped turned into being beaten, being beaten turned to verbal asault, which at times could get even worse than the physical punishment. Physical scars may heal, but mental scars take much longer to lick and heal. I couldn't tell the day from night. The witch never slept. Instead she plagued me with her presence...
Despite the face it was just a memory, I found myself gasping for breathe. It felt like her icy hand was wapped around my neck. And somehow, I soon found myself unconcious.