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chapter 2!
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'Fools.' Caspian shook his head as his cocky smirk faded into a dull glare. He followed Peter, two steps behind, his stare drilling a hole into the blonde's head.
'Of all things to be focusing on. They knew my uncle was coming, they knew of his strength in arms, they knew Narnia's extinction could be very well facing them in a matter of hours and what were they thinking of? Sex!' Caspian's brow furrowed as Edmund joined them, walking at his brother's side. 'but of course, they're children. It's a common thought on the minds of men as young as they. Men.. was that who was leading the Narnians? No. Not men. Boys.'
Susan and Lucy were standing there along the entrance to the caves.
"Be careful.." Lucy said quietly, a small worried pout on her face.
"Be ready." Edmund shot back as he pointedly looked at the vial clutched protectively in the youngest Pevensie's hand. Peter stopped o face his sisters.
Lucy looked down, her worry now even more evident.
"They'll be fine, Lu." Susan said, placing her hand on Lucy's back. "Right?"
Peter offered a smile. "Of course! ...Lu." She still didn't look at him. He leaned over slightly, tilting his head to the side.
"Lu." Lucy saw a helmet come into her line of sight. It was a beautiful gold metal in the shape of a familiar face. She couldn't help but smile a little thinking about the lion. Peter kissed her gently on the head before giving Susan a kiss on the cheek. When he caught up to Edmund, the size of Miraz's army was more apparent.
Miraz sat atop a large horse, two generals on his right, three to his left. They instantly reminded Peter of Roman spectators who had gathered to watch their gladiators. To them, this battle would be nothing more than a show.
"Think they'll fight?" Edmund asked as he squinted his eyes, directing his vision up to study the dark clouds he swore just spat at him.
"Not a chance."
"I didn't think so." He looked back at Caspian. "I suppose you wouldn't be interested in surrendering yourself to them?"
"Ed."
"If that would relieve Narnia of this danger, then I gladly would, however this is no longer about his desire to kill me."
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"I wonder how long they plan on standing there." Glozelle said glancing at his lord.
"Perhaps until they are old enough to bare the weight of their own swords." another general laughed.
"Not that long I hope-" another croaked, "--or our lord will surely be a grandfather in his grave." The men laughed but were quickly silenced by an unamused look from Miraz.
"Ah-hm..My lord, what course of action?"
Miraz leaned forward, putting his weight on his forearms that crossed over the horn of his saddle. He eyed the young Narnian King and smiled, seeing that said boy was returning the stare.
"Perhaps our young friend is waiting for an invitation..." The rain began to fall steadily. "..General Glozelle,"
"Yes, my Lord?"
"Send in the first wave."
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Cool rain clashed against metal. Peter's heart pounded in his ears, his breaths coming in gasps as he fought back each man who came at him. The ringing of swords as they met and the steady beat of the rain sang as they took part the terrifying dance. Diluted blood covered the ground and his muscles ached under the stress of combat.
The battle with Jadis had not been like this. Not nearly like this. This was so much colder. These were not rebel Narnians, these were soldiers. These men were truly bread for war, for destruction, and for conquest. They were far to much like the ones that threatened his home in England, and that was what scared Peter the most.
The battle went on through the rain for what felt like hours when Peter realized they were retreating.
"Pete!"
"They're retreating." Edmund said, breathless when Peter had joined his side.
"For now.."
Edmund looked at Peter through squinted eyes.
"Get everyone back inside, and dried up." Edmund nodded. "Have Lu start treating the wounded." Peter strained his eyes looking for Caspian before spotting him through the dark. He met him as they were walking back into the caves.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Caspian said in an irritated voice.
"Any idea why they retreated?"
"The rain most-likely." He answered, ringing the water from his gloves.
"I'll see you at dinner then?"
The Telmarine nodded in reply before parting ways with Peter.
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Dinner past rather uneventfully. For once there was no arguing, but rather an uncomfortable quiet had fallen over the Keep. Friends had been lost, fathers, brothers, ...lovers. Peter's eyes wandered over to Edmund who sat with some of the centaurs drinking ale and talking amongst themselves.
He could have lost him. Peter's stomach turned at the thought. If he lost Ed.. he didn't know what he would do. He didn't know if he would even have the will to keep fighting. He tilted his cup to stare bitterly at the wine that occupied it. 'Some High King you are.' Closing his eyes, he took another drink, the liquid stinging his tongue and throat. After having one more cup he decided that it would be best to be off to bed. Ed would join him sooner or later and his company would be all the comfort he'd need.
He made his way out of the large room and into the passage ways.
"King Peter."
Peter stopped, sighing audibly. He was hardly in the mood for Prince 'Know It All' and his list of things Peter should have done or could have done better. When he turned, Caspian was only about a forearms length away. His blue eyes widened as he was pushed against a wall of the passage. Strong hands held his upper arms in place as a pair of warm lips pressed roughly against his own.
Peter stood motionless, in shock for a moment before attempting to speak. He barely let out a gasp before a hot tongue invaded his mouth. His body reacted immediately, a shiver running through him all the way down his spine.
"We need to talk." Caspian breathed against Peter's ear. It wasn't a request, but rather a demand, and as it were, the High King of Narnia was in no position to protest.
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