Oh my god i am so SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SOS SORRY! That was the absolute longer update ever and i feel so terrible i left you all hanging! plz plz don't hate me I am so sorry! I worked very hard on this chapter to try and make up for it and I really hope you all like it. And you Edmund fans will be very happy to see our favorite new king again! Enjoy!
Apparently Susan saw Lucy the same moment Caspian did because suddenly the swarm of Telmarines that had been trying to kidnap Susan flew to the ground in a clamor and she moved faster through those men than he had ever seen anything move in his entire life. She was flying across the hallway, screaming Lucy's name so loudly Caspian was certain he would go deaf in on ear.
Lucy turned towards Susan immediately with a puzzled look on her face.
"Susan? What's going on? Who are all of these men? Why are they here?" Lucy yelled, running between all the fighting men and reaching Susan who grabbed both of her arms and whisked her out of the way of a soldier preparing to lunge at the two with his sword drawn. Susan jumped and Lucy squealed.
Susan looked wildly around the hallway before shoving a wide eyed Lucy into the dark broom closet slightly down the hallway farthest from the chaos and fighting. The Telmarines would never know she was there. She put her hands on either side of Lucy's far and kissed the top of her head hurriedly, her eyes darting around the hallway.
"Stay here okay? Don't move until someone comes and gets you alright? Everything is fine. Just –just be quiet and-and stay here and don't move or make a sound. Stay here. I love you! If I or Caspian don't come in here to get you soon, get Peter." Susan said quickly as Lucy's eyes got wider and wider. Susan moved to leave down the hallway but Lucy grabbed her sleeve and pulled her back down as though her brain had began functioning again.
"What, no! I'm staying with you. How did you they even get in here-?"
"Just stay in here until you are told to come out!'
"Wait what's going on?"
"Lucy! Stay." Susan commanded sharply.
"I'm not a little kid anymore I can fight, I can help!"
"Fine you wanna help? Go, go get out of here! Get Peter, get Peter! Through the servants passage go!"
Lucy stood before Susan with a puzzled and bewildered expression, her little chest heaving and her eyes wide and panicked. Susan gave her sister a light slap on the arm.
"Don't just stand there go! Go, now get Peter! RIGHT NOW GET HIM! LUCY PEVENSIE GO RIGHT THIS SECOND!"
"Okay okay I'm going! Be careful-''
"Lucy go!"
Susan gave her a light little shove and took her opportunity to slam the door closed.
The last thing she remembered seeing was her sisters auburn hair disappearing into the servants hidden corridor in the broom closet.
As soon as she heard that door slam, the air rushed out of her lungs and it was like the mute button had been turned off. The sounds of the world reverberating in her chest. The clanking of metal, the clatter of armor against the stone floor, a thick Spanish accent...her husbands accent. Her favorite sound in the entire world, now gasping and choking and spluttering her name as the invaders crashed down upon his weakened body, threatening to crush him.
Everything was moving in slow motion.
Her screaming his name, the Telmarine battle cries that cut through the air like a knife, Caspian's beautiful voice calling for her and Lucy, her running and shoving and pushing men out of the way to get to him. She had to save him. They wanted her, they only wanted her and he was suffering.
She had to do something. Now. If she didn't, they would kill him, and that was something she refused to ever let happen. She could hardly make her legs move fast enough as she sprinted towards him, dodging swords and shoving Telmarines out of her way as she went.
"Wait, wait stop!" she called breathlessly. The invaders paid no heed to the hysterical queen they were supposed to be kidnapped and instead focused on the man they were supposed to remain unharmed at all costs.
"I'm here look! You want me, put him down you want me!" she yelled through the lump in her throat. But those men did not care. Those men had evil in their hearts and blood lust burned into their brains.
Caspian was on the ground, trapped. He kicked and swung and yelled and cursed and punched but there were too many. The poison was spreading through him like the plague. But he went down like all of Aslan's country, fighting for the one thing he would never stop fighting for; his wife. He loved his wife and there was nothing he wouldn't do for her or her family. And if that meant death, so be it. He welcomed death if it meant life for those he loved.
"GETAW AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!"
Susan whippped around fast as a twister and had never been so relieved in her entire life. Peter, her big brother and her savior, was there at the end of the hallway, his left arm wrapped, and his weight supported by a wide eyed Lucy who was trying hard not to cry. Her big brother was there to save the day again, like he always would be.
Several of the men whirled around and exchanged uncertain glances as the enfuriated king slowly hobbled towards them, brandishing a shaky sword in hand. Susan could see the fire growing, flaming, in his eyes as he got closer and closer to the invaders who continued to back up, scramble, actually, towards the wall.
Boy were they in for it.
"How the hell did you get in here?Was it That Boy, was it Tristan?Huh, did he send you here? Who let you in?How did you know where to get in? WHO TOLD YOU THESE SECRETS?" he bellowed into the darkness.
The boy Peter had disappeared, and the King Peter in all his glory stood before the murderous monsters.
The only sort of king these men had servesd under were the Telmarine sort. The Kings of Telmarine decent were frightening at best, but they had never been confronted by a king quite as frightening as this...and he was only nineteen years old!
They would later come to realize they had feared him so much because he was not evil at heart. It was true they were robots controlled by fear and had no sense of good will or humanity.
Peter growled low in his throat and all of the sudden was standing before the smallest and clearly youngest of the Telmarines, pressing the flat of his sword to the boy's chest.
"Who told you to come here?" he asked in a low, dangerous voice.
The boy was too frightened to speak. He was a very young boy afterall, only fourteen or fifteen perhaps. Peter glared and with a flick of the wrist pointed the tip of the sword at the boy's throat. "Don't make me ask again, Telmarine."
"Sir-Uh, um it-it was Sir Sohphestian, K-king Peter, The s-second of that name."
"What is it with you Telmarines naming your sons after yourselves. Conceited much!"
The boy blinked in surprise and only laughed nervously when the mighty king threw him to the ground.
The first soldier Susan recalled seeing stepped into the dim-light and roughly hauled Caspian up by the colar of his shirt. "Put me...down," Caspian coughed weakly as his face turned ashen and pale. His eyes were growing out of focus and filmy. He saw the fuzzy figure of his wife and tried to smile. "Susan..."
The Gentle Queen pushed past Peter and knelt to the ground beside her husband and grabbed his slimy cold hand in hers. "I'm here love..." she whispered softly to him. The other Telmarines all rolled their eyes. Except one. The one who had snuck into the corridor quiet as death, not even the other Telmarines had noticed him.
The man grabbed Susan's upper arm, hauled her off the ground and cast her away like a wet leaf stuck to the bottom of his shoe. She stumbled back slightly but Peter caught her and steadier her on her feet, looking at her with concern.
"Leave him!" Susan pleaded as she tried to step towards the man. Peter gave her a warning look and put his arm out to prevent her from getting any closer. Lucy griped Peter's arm so tight her knuckles turned white then purple.
"Yes. Leave him. He is mine to finish."
The voice was deep and menacing as it rang out from the shadows. A collective gasp was heard from the Telmarines before the all threw themselves face down on the ground, all of them trembling. The man looked more like a ghost than anything Peter had ever seen. His cloak was dark as night and billowing around his whispy figure. He was wearing the same helmets Peter remembered the Telmarines to have worn in the Narnian Revolution, althouh this one was even more crude and ominous.
Peter unconsiously stepped back a bit and nugded both of his sister's behind him, shifting his arm so that Rhindon pointed at this mysterious man whom even the invaders seemed to have known nothing of him presence in the corridor.
Though in the face of possible death, the High King within the boy Peter never faded even for one momment. Although tis true he was not exactly thinking clearly, Caspian to this day swears he saw a man of at least thirty standing his ground.
A collective gasp was heard from the Telmarines all flung themselves on the ground face down, all trembling fiercely. Unease began to spread throughout Peter's stomach. But nevertheless, he stood his ground like King Peter Wolfsbane, King Peter the Magnificent; King Peter the High King.
"Who are you" he asked calmly.
The...thing-did not move.
Peter cleared his throat.
"I said who are you." he repeated firmly, readjusting his grip on Rhindon.
The figure stepped out of the shadows and into the light. Lucy could have sworn she saw a flash of a petticoat under his dark as death cloak.
"Lord Sophestian...second of that name." it said in a deep, ominous voice. It was the strangest voice any of them had ever heard.
It did not escape even Caspian's notice how each of the men cringed at the sound of his voice.
The man looked around at the others with what Susan assumed was disgust but she coud not be certain. He pulled out a short Telmarine style dagger and the Narnians all gasped and took a hasty step backwards.
He took several a slow step forward and the his voice started out soft as death and then grew louder and louder, shriller and shriller.
"I told you to stay put under the King gave the order!" he yelled. The Narnian royals watched in fascinated horror as he took three large steps forward. through the air and landed not an inch from the nose of the man who had previously been holding Caspian hostage.
The man whimpered softly and kept his eyes firmly fixed on the ground.
"You blithering idiots the King will have my head for his wall! Is it so hard for any of you to follow orders or do you all lack the brain to do so!" he boomed venemously.
The Narnians were mesmerized but Lucy could not shake the feeling that something was off about this man.
Lord Adrinian trembled fiercely. "My-my Lord-"
"I don't want to hear any of your exuses you utter moron! Leave. Get out of my sight now, I cannot look at you, you pathetic excuse for a soldier, you probably just lost this war. I cannot look at you any longer you horrible worm. Leave this excuse for a castle right this instant, all of you, unless you would rather be killed by my hand instead of the Kings. I can gurantee the former will be much worse." he said dangerously.
They all scrambled off the ground as fast as they dared and rushed to the nearest doorway they could find. But of course, the youngest soldier lingered and turned around with a puzzled expression on his face.
"But what about the Narnians...?'
''OUT!"
After a series of whimpers and mad scramble for escape, the Narnian royals were alone with the most dangerous man they had ever met.
"So I suppose you are going to get rid of us all now and save King Kasim the trouble, huh?" Caspian croaked with difficulty.
"Actually, no. Quite the opposite,'' he said in a quite perky voice, with a very, very unexpected giggle. Peter thought he was going to fall over when he reached up to remove his horrible mask and several long, dark, gorgeous curls spilled over soft skin. Lucy let out a strange cross between a squeal, a yelp, and a cry of relief. Caspian nearly choked to death, Peter stopped breathing, and Susan was so overwhelmed she could not even think straight and was positive she was going to have a heart attack.
It was not the horrifying,dark, bloodthirsty Telmarine any of them expected at all.
It was Mariella.
He had to get out there.
If he stayed in that damned cage for one hour longer, he was going to die. He just knew it. He was not even sure if poor Trumpkin was still breathing or not; he hadn't moved in days except an occasional groan or whimper.
Even if Edmund did not keel over from pneumonia or starvation, he would go mad. Lose his marbles. Bonkers.
He could not possibly stay in that cage for any longer. He had to get out of that prison cell and someday be free again. He was so dillusional he was not even sure if he remembered what grass looked like or even how to spell his own name. He had lost track of how long he had been in that blasted cage; to him it seemed like at least an entire lifetime. He vaguely wondered if Lucy would be maried by the time he got back.
Edmund had racked his brain for countless hours but no matter how he looked at it, he could not see any possible way of escape.
That is, until Bonecrusher had left yesterday to find some food.
Edmund still dreamily remembered that slender little beam of light that had shown through the giant boulder in the doorway. Oh how glorious that little ray of light seemed! Oh the sun, the sun how he missed the sun!
He was too exhausted to even cry, but he could still feel the entire cave vibrating and shaking with Bonecrushers enormous steps stamping through the vallley outside the cave door. Edmund collapsed on the floor of his cage and squeezed his eyes shut as the great boulder slid to the side and the great oaf clambered into the little cave.
"Petties, Daddy's home my little lovelies! You must be awfully thirsty huh wittle Sassifrass huh! Lets get you two some water my little beasties!" Bonecrusher said excitedly. Edmund rolled his eyes.
The dimwitted giant was on his way to the enormous water jugs he kept on a crudely fashioned shelf when a shiny spoon caught his eye and he clapped his huge hands together.
"Ohhhhh silly Bonecrusher! I forgot to show my little beasties all of my treasures! He rather gracelessly emptied all of the contents of the knapsack Edmund had not even noticed onto the damp floor.
That weird little knapsack would change the course of Edmund Pevensie's life forever. Perhaps he would be home sooner than he thought.
*here comes the sun doo dooo doo do here comes the sun and I say is alright*
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