Visibly Invisible

Chapter 7: Following is not a good idea-part 2

'Please,' I whined, stalking Ed all over the How, earning some weird stares from everyone. He sighed and turned with a hapless expression.

'Dy, I'm saying this one last time. You are not going with us,'

'But…,'

He cut me off by running his fingers on my lips and using them to pull me closer, gave me a soft kiss, that made Reepicheep 'aw' but after a glare from Ed, he fled. I just stared at him.

'Look, it's too dangerous,'

'I know that,' I snapped and he sighed in dejection.

'You are not going,' his voice had authority, declaration, an order. I stared at his retreating back and a sense of rebellion coursed through me. He doesn't own me. Forget about wooing Glenstorm into taking me. I was following.

Again…

-As the army went, held up for two minutes as Ed's hormones took over again, I tiptoed inside the How to where Lucy kept her things. Silently, I stole her dagger and Susan's bow and arrows that lay not too far from me. Looking around, I was about to jump out the How's only window when a constant clapping behind me made me almost fall off the sill. There stood Teria in all her glory, clapping sarcastically.

'Bravo Dy,' she almost spit it out, but I was filled with too much courage to let her dampen me. So I shrugged, gave her a "non-of-your-business" look and jumped out. Who cares if she told anyone?

I was almost regretting leaving the warmth of the How, as I tripped for the umpteenth time. It was cold, dark and a lantern which I held was giving in. Plus, I so eloquently didn't have any idea where the castle was. I just figured it'd be big.

Why I was so desperate to join the army?

I was scared. I was scared that if something happened to Ed and I wasn't there, I'd die on the inside. So mostly, I was scared to death about his safety, and a little adventure is better than all the apprehension.

Right?

Who cares what you guys think?

Back to point…

For the first time in my life, I finally reached where I wanted to go. The castle stood there ominously and the Narnian army stood just a few feet from where I stood hidden, their backs almost leering at me. Slipping away silently, I made my way towards the castle, but before I could even get close, a large bell started ringing. And the commotion was spite less! As I heard someone from the Narnians yell 'Charge' the army narrowly missed trampling me and entered the courtyard with a large yell. I followed, my eyes searching for that hormone dominated guy I so loved.

And that's when I realized…

I have to fight?

Nervously looking around at all the fighters, I took Lucy's dagger out and plunged it into one's "area", who howled so loud, I almost felt sorry. I killed another and another and another…

This is fun!

And then suddenly I saw Ed up there, scanning the place. I frantically waved at him and his eyes met mine. I could tell he recognized me…

Because he didn't look pleased.

Scratch that, he looked murderous.

And without thinking, I ran up to him, ignoring his large yell. And when I was halfway up to him, ignoring a minotaur's large "Lady Dylexia?", I noticed a whole out of archers beside me.

Everything happened in slow motion. I froze where I was before a piercing pain shot through my side and Ed pushed me into a dark closed room, closing the door with his foot.

Edmund's POV:

I looked at Dy under me, my anger disappearing as I saw an arrow plunged in her side. Pushing her hair out of her eyes, I tried to calm her down as she obviously couldn't breathe.

'What were you thinking?' I snapped at her, my anger's cause mainly worry. She couldn't breathe. This was seriously the most random thing she had ever done. Walking into a war, greeting me so casually, getting hit; my eyes travelled to her side where an arrow was sticking out from. Gently, wiping her tears away that just kept coming, I took it out.

The way she screamed tore me to pieces. Stupid Dy.

I lifted her to a darker corner of the room as men slammed against the door, the combat in full swing. Pressing my lips to hers, I rubbed her shoulders, pressing down on her wound to stem the flow of blood. She only passed out on me.

Typical.

The door suddenly broke down and I lifted her with an alert air backing out into the balcony.

'Now where you gonna go?' the man had a strong American accent and I felt uncomfortable at his leering. His companion followed him soon after and aimed arrows at us. Looking down the concrete designed border, I saw Myth staring at me with a very griffin-ish grin. Giving the two men a very teasing smile, I let myself drop through the open spaces and landed effortlessly on Myth, who took off towards the exit. The sight down made me sick; loads of Narnians and Telmarines lay dead or unmoving, but right now, it was Dylexia I was worried about, and now that I thought about it, she had gone cold. Looking at her in panic, I saw a thing that made me double over.

She had stopped breathing.

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