A/N: See? Another chapter and it's only been a couple of days this time. I really enjoyed writing this because you get to see Edmund for the person he really is inside and how he feels about Peter and himself. Enjoy!

Chapter Four

What had I done?

I had let him go out there, sick and on his own and now he's somewhere that I can't find him. I don't like this feeling. It's the same thing I felt when I sat in her cell.

I felt so…alone.

So stupid.

So frozen.

Like the ice statues she used to create with her staff. Unable to move, completely at her mercy, and unable to do anything.

An ache appeared in my stomach for only a second, but it was enough to bring those night terrors from the grave of my mind I had desperately tried to keep covered. I press a hand over the pain, trying it push it back.

It works.

Gone like a memory.

"Ed?"

I turn my head and see Lucy by my side, a look of concern etched onto her usually joyful face. I know this look. Only shown to a select few and never stays there long.

"I'm alright, Lu, just thinking," I replied with a crooked smile.

"You should see your face! If you frown anymore, you'll end up as wrinkly as Pet…" Lucy stopped as she was about to let slip Peter's name.

I sighed, still trying to keep a smile on my face, and not wanting to lose such a typical Lucy moment, I did the 'normal Ed' move and stuck my tongue out at her. According to Susan, it is not proper for a King to be so childish, but since when did I have pay attention to what Susan says?

"No-one is going to be as wrinkly as Peter will be!" I laughed, my heart lifting at the sound of Lucy's tinkling giggles. "By the time he reaches thirty, he'll be so wrinkly his forehead will have a mouth!"

It was good to remember how old we truly were, even though I was lying to my heart about how I felt. I needed Peter. He wasn't only my brother but my best friend, my partner-in-crime against Susan's 'serious attacks', my duelling partner and…my hero.

Yes, I know I wouldn't be able to say 'my hero' out aloud in fear of turning into a girl and being classed 'the soppy king', I always made sure every time I looked at Peter in the morning and at night that he knew how grateful I was to be given a second chance by everyone, especially him.

Lucy said her goodbyes, and left me to start cleaning my armour. My tent was cluttered with all sorts of things, some I didn't want to think about, but when I go away from Cair Paravel, I always like to take a piece of home with me and my clutter is that piece.

I broke out of my thoughts when I heard a cough coming from the opening of the tent.

It was Oreius.

"Your highness, our first search group has returned to camp and have returned with…with something I feel you must see."

My heart stopped.

No.

No.

It couldn't be.

Peter never let it leave his side. Never! Yet, there it was, held carefully in Oreius's arms, covered in blood.

Rhindon.

Broken.

I hadn't realised but in the seconds between seeing Oreius and seeing Peter's sword, I had started falling backwards. It was a strange sensation, having your mind go numb and your body taking over. I didn't know what was happening until it was too late. Normally, I would have stood there in silence, not fainted like a girl, but sometimes things are out of your control.

"King Edmund!" Oreius cried, quickly catching me before I hit the ground. His voice was like an echo- there yet not there.

I must've blacked out for a few moments because when I was finally able to open my eyes, it was darn and I was lying in my bed, a blanket draped over me. Flashes of a broken sword hit me like a nightmare, making my whole body shiver and causing a raging hot anger to build from the pit of my stomach.

How dare they touch and break Peter's sword?

They had no bloody right!

Lost in my rage, I ended up pretty much breaking most of the objects in my tent. Bowls, cups (shattered). Books, pillows, food (thrown). It was amazing the tent was still up by the time I was finished. Echoing voices appeared somewhere at the back of my mind, telling me to calm down and to put things down, but I was so lost in this feeling that nothing penetrated through. Yet, as I stood there, a bowl ready to be thrown in my hand, my chest heaving, arms wrapped around my neck and my waist, causing the anger to slip away fro me and I simply let the warm embraces bring me back to reality.

"Welcome back, Ed," Lucy smiled, looking up at me.

"Feeling better?" Susan asked, giving me a squeeze and pulling back a little to see my expression.

I thought for a moment. Was I feeling better? I didn't want to break anything anymore but I still felt that burning dormant in my chest, waiting.

"I will be," I replied.

I quietly thanked Su and Lucy, and assured those who had come running at the crashes that I was fine and just needed a bit of time to sort out my thoughts.

Slowly, I sat down on my bed, picking up the covered sword Oreius had left. I carefully wrapped my fingers around the hilt, staring at the grim reflection shining within it. This wasn't going to be the end. We were getting closer, and I was going to make sure that Peter personally ended his captor's life with this sword.

(Wanted a gap! XD)

A/N: Wow! My longest chapter! Go me and inspiration! xD! I promise that Ed will get to Peter soon, but I have to get the tension up, don't I?