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Authoress's Note: I'd like to say that if there are any gramatical errors I would like to say I was to impatient for my beta reader and I'm sick so not the most observent person in the world. But I hope you like it anyway. But I'm stuck at home, sniffling and coughing with a thing of ice cream in my lap, and bored out of my mind, so I thought I might as well update my stories! Enjoy!

It Started At The Creek

Chapter 4. Fun and Danger

Third Person's POV

They galloped through the forest and the sound of rushing water filled their ears and soon The Great River came into view. When Phillipe came to a stop, Lucy dismounted quickly and ran up to the side of the river, looking down at the water. She took her shoes off, stuck her feet in the water, closed her eyes, and layed back. Edmund took his boots off and stuck his feet in the water as well, but a rustle in the bushes distacted his attention, and Lucy looked up.

She sat up. "Ed, I've got a bad feeling about this." she said.

He pulled his feet out of the water, pulled his boots back on, and walked over to the bush. He pulled out his sword half-way over and was starting to wish they had stayed home. He looked through the bushes, but found nothing. He turned back around and looked at Lucy and shrugged.

The rustle came again, not but a foot from him. He froze. A second later he shook himself and looked in the bushes. No sooner had he looked away from Lucy did he hear her scream. He look over at her and saw a wolf had attacked her. He ran over, but a second wolf jumped in front of him, blocking his path. He heard Lucy cry for help, but he couldn't get to her.

"What are you going to do Son of Adam? It's you or your sister." the wolf in front of him said. The wolf that had Lucy now had her on her stomach, with his teeth in the back of her neck, not to kill, but to hold her down, but that could quickly change. If the wolf moved his teeth even an inch, it would kill Lucy before he could do anything. Edmund growled, jumped over the wolf in front of him, and nocked the other wolf off of Lucy before any of the three of them knew what was happening.

Lucy looked up at him shocked. He leaned down, helped her up, put a protective arm around her shoulder's and pointed his sword at the wolves. He backed them away from the danger but before he could react, one wolf lunged at them, knocking Lucy from his grip, and leaving her to fend for herself. He took care of one wolf, and went to help Lucy. Once he had the second wolf dead he was breathing heavy from exertion and he felt like he could faint an moment. But when he turned around and saw Lucy, seemingly lifeless, that feeling doubled, no... tripled.

He walked over to her, the tears stinging behind his eyes. Once he got to her, he dropped his sword and fell to his knees beside her.

He took a shuddering breath. "Lucy?" he said, pulling her into his arms.

She made no response, and her head lolled around when he did. After that he could no longer hold it in, and he began crying. He clutched her tight against his chest and rocked her back and forth. He heard a growl and his head shot up. When he looked around the rest of the wolves came out of the bushes. He picked up his sword and pulled Lucy tighter against him. They may have taken her life, but they certainly wouldn't take her body.

"Ed, loosen your grip." he heard her mumbled.

He gasped and looked down at her. She was still incredibly pale, and very weak, but she was alive, and that was enough for him. He smiled and kissed the top of her head, loosening his grip.

"Why don't you just handed over the false queen and we'll call it a day." one of the wolves growled.

Edmund's head shot up. He re-tightened his grip, but this time it was protective. "Fat chance." Edmund said, glarring at the wolf.

"Edmund, I'm already half-dead. Just let them have me." Lucy said weakly, her eyes glazed over from the wound.

"No, your cordial may be back at Cair, but I can still get you back. I'm not giving up." he replied.

"And how will you get back? It's either her, or both of you." the first wolf said.

"If anything it will be both of us." Edmund growled.

"Ed..."

"I'm not giving you to them." he interupted Lucy.

She sighed, but it came out raspy. He knew he had to do something, and quick.

"We have you surrounded. You can't make it out alive, foolish little boy." a second wolf said.

"Call me foolish, I don't care." Edmund replied.

The wolf growled and lunged but something stopped it. He had closed his eyes, but opened them at the wolf's whimper. And when he looked it was dead. The other wolves lunged but they too fell back dead. The last of the wolves lunged, and also fell dead.

Edmund looked around them at the dead wolf body's and was so shocked he couldn't speak.

"What happened?" Lucy asked.

"I... I don't know." Edmund stuttered.

Lucy moaned and squeazed her eyes shut from the pain.

He looked back down at her. "We've got to get you home." he said, picking her up gently. He walked over to Phillipe and carefully lifted her up on his back. "Come on Phil, we've got to get back home... now!" he said urgently. Phillipe nodded and took off.

When they got back, he was in a near panic. She had stopped breathing, and was no longer responding. He ran inside and got many despairing, worried looks from the Narnians. He knew they were worried about their youngest Queen, but he was simply worried about his baby sister.

He got her up to her room and grabbed her cordial from her dresser. He pulled the cork off and quickly poured a drop into her mouth. And if she wasn't still, pale, and breathless before, she certainly was now. A few fauns, centaurs, and dryads came into the room.

Edmund's breathing started coming in shuddering gasps. He couldn't believe it. His little sister, his baby sister... dead.