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The Return

Chapter 10

Alexs POV

"You will be alright, won't you Peter?" Lucy asked looking up at Peter.

"I'll be fine, Lu." he replied with a smile.

"Is Ed going to be ok?" she asked.

"That I don't know." he sighed.

"I'm going to go see. Something tells me I'm the only one he'd talk too." I said.

"Most likely." Peter replied.

I sighed and walked out after Edmund. Too soon I find that I can't find him. He hides too well. I walked deeper into the How. I've got to find him. After all that's happened... I shudder to think of what he might do. "Ed! Edmund!" I called.

"What's the little queen doing alone?" an unfamiliar voice said from behind me.

I whiped around. It was a minotaur. And one who hadn't taken a liking to me like the other Narnians. My hand reached for my dagger that I had, thankfully, strapped around my waist. But before I could grasp it, the minotaur charged, throwing me against the wall. I hit it with a painful gasp and crumpled to the floor.

"Why did you bring a traitor into our midst?" the mintoaur rumbled.

"Traitor? What traitor?" I asked, my voice weak.

"That boy who calls himself a prince. He turned his back on his own people." the minotaur replied.

"He didn't turn his back on them! They turned their backs on him! He is only helping what is right! Which just so happens to be the side we're on!" I snapped. He growled and picked me up by the throat. I'm not going to take this, under ANY circumstances! I may be pregnant, but I'm not even showing yet! Besides it's either fight back or die... I think I'll go with fight back.

I kneed the minotaur in the torso, making him drop me. I got to my feet, pulling my leg under the big creature, tripping him. I pulled my dagger, now having the upperhand. But I just couldn't bring myself to finish off one of my own people, traitor he may be.

"Well, are you going to do it?!" he belowed.

Then the thought crossed my mind that he might acctually go after Caspian next. Before I could do anymore, I was pushed away, slammed again the wall once again. This time I hit my head, making my vision go blurry and red. I scrambled for my dagger but felt a sharp pain in my upper back a moment later. Despite myself, I let out an ear-piercing scream, more out of shock than pain. I could have handled pain very easily, but the shock was unrealistic.

The next sound I elicted was a growl. I grabbed my dagger, driving it into the minotaur's flesh, just as I saw, out of the corner of my eye, someone run towards me. A second later the minotaur was dead. I held myself up with the wall, and reached my other arm to feel my back. When I did I felt a sticky substance on my fingertips, and when I pulled my hand back, blood was on my hand.

"That's why I feel dizzy." I mumbled, dropping my head, feeling suddenly light and tired. I could feel myself falling, but before I hit the ground, someone caught me. Not too long after that, whoever it was had picked me up and was running as fast as they could back into the more prominent parts of the How. It didn't take much for me to figure out who it is. I didn't even need to see his face to know.

"Edmund..." I mumbled, tired beyond recogniztion. Yet I recognized him.

"It's me, don't talk, that'll only take more energy. And stay awake!" I heard him say.

But it was so loud! And slurred. It sounded like he was drunk, but I knew it was just my own hearing. The next thing I heard was him calling Lucy's name at the top of his lung's. That only enfruiated my headache.

"Shut up your yelling!" I snapped, my words slurred even more than he had sounded.

"Take this." a familiar femanine voice said, hovering over me. It was then I realized I was acctually laying down. I tasted the familiar firey taste of Lucy's cordial. So rich. And then I felt quit light, almost like I was drifting off. I could see the shape of Aslan in the distance but before I could come even relatively close to Him, I gave a raspy cough and took a few gasping breathes.

"What the hell happened?!" I heard Peter exclaim.

"Rogue minotaur, I'm guessing. I came in at the last minute." I heard Edmund replied.

"Rogue minotaur is right! The bloody idiot tried to kill me! Nearly did!" I exclaimed sitting up, feeling suddenly perfectly fine, and angry... very angry.

"He did kill you." Edmund said dryly, obviously very upset. Somewhere between bursting into tears and wanting to chop that very minotaurs head off himself... even though the minotaur's already dead.

"I don't care whether he did or didn't! The fact remains that he turned on us! Just because he thinks Caspian's a traitor! Well if I had the chance I'd have a few awefully unladylike words to say to that mintoaur, and another thing! I..." but I was cut off by Peter bursting out laughing. "What are you laughing at?!" I snapped.

"Our little spitfire's back! You just died and your ranting like their's no bloody tomorrow!" Peter laughed.

A smirk came to Edmund's face. "And you think I married her just for her looks... which are certainly not lacking." Edmund added when I glared at him.

"I suppose not, but dear Aslan! What would we do without her?!" Peter laughed.

"Life would be alot more boring, I know that." Susan said.

"Concidering how much trouble she tends to get into." Lucy said.

Edmund snorted.

"Hey, if I can't match him" I pointed at Edmund "in getting into trouble, who can?"

This earned me a very nasty glare from Edmund.

"Too true!" Peter said, still laughing hysterically. Though Caspian still seemed very uncomfortable.

"I think I'm going for a walk." I said, standing up.

"But..." Edmund started, but I cut him off.

"I'll be fine. If I can handle a minotaur, I think I can handle pretty much anything. As long as they don't come in large quantities." I said.

"Are you sure your ok?" Lucy asked, glancing warrily at my back.

"I'm perfectly fine. I don't feel an ounce of pain, and I feel like I could run forever!" I replied.

"Despite the fact you just died." Edmund said, raising an eyebrow at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Oh great! The flirty stage again!" Peter exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"Pardon?" Edmund asked, just as confused as me.

"Flirty! Your being flirty! With each other! AGH!" Peter exclaimed.

Edmung looked like he was very nearly ready to snap Peter's head of, but I grabbed his arm before he did.

"He's not worth." I said, rubbing my nose against his just to get under Peter's skin... it worked. Peter let out an exasperated scream before storming from the room.

"At least we know how to get rid of Peter now." Edmund shrugged.

I walked across the training field. I had strapped a sword around my waist before setting out, and now I was looking for an opponent. It was the last training session the Narnians had before the dual, and possible battle, was upon us.

"Looking for me?" I heard Peter call.

I turned around, a smirk on my face. "If I were looking for you I'd be using a pig call."

This caused the smirk on his face to turn into a glare, but it only caused my smirk to grow. But after a moment he collected himseld. "Well, gear up. I need an opponent, and Edmund refuses to do it."

"Caspian?"

"Busy." "Glenstorm."

"Also busy."

"Lucy?"

"Too young."

"Susan?"

"That's a joke, right?"

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "So I'm your only option."

"It would appear so." He drew his sword.

"Peter, I'm not going to fight you." I said shaking my head.

"But your the only other person I would trust to fight, no offense to the Narnians. But I'd prefer a human." he said.

"I'm not fighting you." I said again.

"Come on, Alex. You know I need some practise." he said.

"I'm not fighting you." I repeat, turning my back to him.

"What, are you to much of a coward now?"

Oh NO he did NOT just say that. I turn back around, trying to keep my anger down. "What did you say?" I said.

"Are you to much of a coward?" he asked again.

"That's what I thought you said. But I'm still not fighting you. It's not cowardis that I simply don't wish to fight you." I replied. I turned my back to him once more. There was silence for a moment. I could tell he was trying to figure out a better insult. And after a moment he thought of the worst one.

"What, the little traitor's wife doesn't want to fight?"

My blood ran cold. I whiped around, and despite the hurt in his eyes, that didn't calm the anger. I knew he had said it to provoke me, not neccessarily insult Edmund, he certainly didn't mean it in a bad way. But still, the anger, the blazing merciless anger, was still there. With a loud growl, I drew my sword. He barely had time to block. I could see the look on his face was one of sheer shock. Obviously he hadn't thought I would strike that hard and fiercely. But how dare he call Edmund a traitor?!

I knew the story, Edmund had wanted to make sure I knew what he had done before our relationship went too far, but that didn't make me love him any less. If anything, it made me feel utterly sorry for him and made me love him all the more. Humans make mistakes, and I came to understand that in a sense it was just as much Peters fault as it had been Edmunds. Sure, Edmund had made the mistake of going to the Witch, but he wouldn't have done it in the first place if Peter hadn't been such a jerk to him. Edmund got most of the blame for it, but Peter was just as guilty, something not many Narnians realize. Only a few ever did. Orieus, Mr. Tumnus, Phillipe. But outside of them, none knew.

I thought all this as I made hard blow's that very nearly knocked the sword out of Peter's hand. Edmund had since walked up. I could see from the pained look in his face he had heard what Peter had said. This made me elicit yet another growl. The strikes became even harder, and I could tell Peter was having trouble hanging on. We dove and slashed at each other, with deathly ferocity. I knew if one of us missed a block, it would land a serious wound, but at this point I didn't care. I could see the pain in Edmund's eyes. That pain that came forth whenever someone mentioned the word 'traitor'. Even if they weren't referring to him. He would always try and hide it. And even if his siblings couldn't catch it, I would. I always have. Ever since I met him. Ever since the first time someone mentioned that dreaded word in front of him. Unfortunantly that time the wolf had been referring to him. And I let myself fade into my memorie's...

"Must you be so sarcastic?"

"Me... sarcastic... no." Edmund replied dramatically.

I couldn''t supress my giggle. Only he could ever make me giggle. At least like that. But my giggle turned into a gasp as something slammed into me, forcing me to the ground. Instinctively, I kicked. I then found it was a wolf, and I then found it toppling to the ground. Either I got really strong... or this thing is really weak.

I stood to my feet, feeling suddenly weak. The whizzing sound of a sword being unsheathed met my ears, and I soon felt Edmund's arm around me. Just in time because my leg's would have given out any second!

"Oh, you think you can go so easily, can you." the wolf mocked.

"What do you have against her?" Edmund snapped.

The wolf snarled at him. "I've been watching you two the past couple weeks. You've both grown incredibly close. I am seeking revenge against you, and killing her would be the best alternative." the wolf spat.

"And you will now stay away from her!" Edmund snapped.

"Ed! Alex!" I heard Peter call. I heard Peter unsheath his sword, and a moment later he was standing in front of us.

"Oh, so your willing to risk your life for a traitor and his little courtier so easily." the wolf spat.

I felt Edmund stiffen beside me, and my eyes narrowed on the wolf. This was all Peter needed to bring his sword down on the wolf, killing it instantly. The second the wolf was dead, Edmund slumped down, head bowed in shame. I had never seen him so hurt...

Just as the memory finished, I tripped Peter, holding my sword not but a few inches from his chest. I was panting heavily. And had I not looked down at him, and into the familiar eyes, that were now filled with fear that I would acctualy bring down the death blow, I probably would have brought down the death blow.

"Ever say that again, provoking me, joking me, or not, I swear I won't hold back." I growled, sheathing my sword.

"You would really kill me?" he asked, eyes wide.

"If you say that again, yes." I replied before looking over at Edmund.

Peter paled when he finally realized that Edmund was there. But before either of them could say anything, I grabbed Edmund's hand and led him from the training field. Once we were out of sight I pressed Edmund against the wall, drawing his lips to mine.

"Now that I have thoroughly threatened Peter, it's time for me to thoroughly cheer up Edmund."