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A Problem In The Golden Age

Chapter 4. Dreams

Peter's POV

"PETER HELP! PLEASE HELP!" Susan was screaming at me. But I couldn't move. People were hitting her and torturing her and doing things I didn't even know were possible.

"PETER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! DON'T JUST STAND THERE! PLEASE HELP US!" Lucy screamed those same people doing the same aweful things to her.

"PLEASE! PETER HELP!" Edmund screamed the same things happening to him as well and the same people doing it to him. When had he been taken? I couldn't remember that. And I couldn't move. Was I hurt? It certainly didn't feel like it. WHY COULDN'T I MOVE!? WHY COULDN'T I HELP MY LITTLE SIBLINGS!?

I heard a roar. I woke up. I immediately jumped up and out of the bed, and ran into Edmund's room. He was sound asleep. I let out the breath I noticed I had been holding ever since I had woken up. I walked over just to make sure he was breathing and he looked up at me.

"Um, hello." he said sleepily.

I chuckled. "Hello" I said.

"What's wrong." he asked.

"Bad dream" I said.

"Do you want to talk about it" he asked sitting up.

"Sort of but I don't want to keep you up." I replied.

"Don't worry. I wasn't sleeping well either. Go ahead. I'm sure your dream was better than mine" he replied.

"We'll see." I said. I explained the dream and he shuddered as I explained only SOME of the things that had happened to the girls AND him.

"I still got you beat" he replied.

"How" I asked.

"Because, in mine they WERE tortured, worse then you explained, and you weren't there but they were.. they were..." he stopped tears forming in his eyes.

"Just say it Ed." I said putting a hand on his shoulder.

"They were killed, murdered, whatever you want to call it." he said.

"Well, you did get me beat then." I said "how did they kill them." I asked.

"They drowned Susan, they pulled her up and pushed her down a few times before fully pushing her under, not to mention torturing her. And Lucy, they use...they used ..." here he fell into me crying hard.

"What Ed" I asked.

"They tortured her, senselessly, and then used me to stab her. " he finished.

"How" I asked. "For some reason I couldn't move and somehow they used my arms and sword to stab her." he said. I couldn't think of anything else to say. That must have been a horrible dream. I know mine was bad enough. There WAS nothing I could say.

"Want me to stay until you go to sleep" I asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yes" he replied. So we got under the covers and soon BOTH of us were fast asleep. I guess it was the comfort of the other that didn't bring more bad dreams of Susan and Lucy. Or maybe it was the horror of the dreams we had just had. Or maybe it was a mixture of both. Or maybe Aslan. All I knew was it was a peaceful sleep.