I was annoyed, forlorn, confused. Distressed, tormented, and worried. There were thousands of adjectives that described my turbulent emotions, but these were the ones I liked best. Well – there were the only ones I could think of at the moment. But that didn't matter.
Why had Peter ran away? Yes, he may've been faced with an incredibly awkward (not to mention embarrassing) question, but I had never know Peter to run away from anything. Even when we were children in the playground of our childhood schools, he had never chosen to back away from a fight or from a difficult situation. The same was now in Narnia; in any battle, against any foe (however fearsome) you could rely on him to be there; to look after you in the darkest of times. He was my big brother, and he acted like one.
Why wasn't he acting like that now?
He had backed away from a fight. For the first time, he had backed away and left it. That didn't lower him in my eyes, but it certainly made me think. Was my brother not the hero I had thought he was? I didn't know.
All I knew that he had run.
And I had to chase him. I needed that question answering. Not now; but soon. Very soon.
Right, a little bit of angst there, just to make everything more interesting. That was just a tiny little filler chapter there, I hope you don't mind. Please review; I love it when you review. Love, love, love it. Has anyone seen that advert? I have. You may've guessed. Anyway.
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