Visibly Invisible 2: Prince Caspian

Chapter 10: Biggest nightmare

Edmund's POV:

I had to be dreaming.

Because if I wasn't, how was I back to the vulnerable fourteen year old, cowering in a corner of the white witch's lair?

I held a breath, looking at my shaking wrists, trying to register how I had even gotten there. I had seen the witch, true. I had smashed her ice smack in the middle, true. I had most embarrassingly been pointed out by Dy that I had her lip gloss on me, true.

But no one had told me I was gonna travel through time.

I held back tears, thinking about what sin I had done to deserve such a horrid situation. The warmth of the How was gone, and I could've given anything to see anyone, even Teria again.

My ears picked up the creaking sound of the gates in front of me opening, and what I saw made relief wash over me.

It was Dy, in her Los Angeles clothes walking towards me through the open bar gates. But she looked older, different, darker, evil-ller.

I didn't need an Einstein to tell me she wasn't the Dy I knew.

As she walked towards me with a monotone expression, her con-verse making no sound on the ice whatsoever. I tried to smile as she bent down to my level, and then she…

Slapped me across the face.

Shock sunk in my senses as I took it in. Dylexia slapped me with a force her hands couldn't have. She threw her head back and laughed. Laughed like there was no tomorrow, but it wasn't her laugh. It was evil, dark, cold, uncaring.

I was going crazy or my head was playing tricks on me as Dylexia faced me with cold unfamiliar blue orbs which had malice dripping down from every corner.

'Weak, pathetic Edmund Pevensie,' her voice was cold; I shuddered violently just at her tone. It hurt me so much, I wished to wake up. But realization dawned soon enough, I wasn't dreaming.

I was the same lost little boy I used to be.

'You honestly thought I was in love with you? I, who could have so much better, I, who could do much better than British,' her voice cut me deep and tears welled up in my eyes. She didn't just stop there.

'No no, it's not, it's just that you fell for my stupid trick!'

And she laughed again.

Smoke surrounded me but it didn't make me cough. It was like the evil Dylexia was fading and the scene was dissolving. I looked around and found myself standing outside a church in London.

What the effing hell?

I stared around, panicked, convinced I was dreaming. But it wasn't a dream, it felt real. I ran around in search of some sort of mirror and I noticed my legs were longer, faster. I finally saw a shop window and stopped flat at what I saw.

It was me, but it wasn't me at all. I recognized my clump of hair and traces of myself on the man's face in front of me, and yet, the man in the reflection looked in his early thirties, and his hair was already graying. And yet, the man copied my every movement, his arms moving in harmony with mine as I ran a finger on the suit I was wearing. In a daze and tearing my gaze away from my not so handsome reflection, I slowly made my way towards the church I had seen before and halted at the entrance.

Running a finger on the beautiful, almost divine woodwork of the door, I pushed it gently open and instantly regretted it. There was a wedding taking place and the groom, who BTW made my blood boil, was standing there proudly.

It was Jason Greger himself.

But no, I thought as I lightly laughed to myself, this was a dream, he was dead. And then I saw Lucy beckoning to me frantically from a distance in the second row at the front and I awkwardly made my way towards her as she pulled me down beside her.

She too, looked older, and I noticed a graying man in his late thirties with a four to four old in his lap. He leaned over Lucy and hissed at me.

'Where have you been you tosspot?'

Peter? Wait Peter?

'I…,' I stopped short, my hand flying to my throat. My voice was hoarse, grown up.

Was this a dream or not? I was seriously losing it.

And then, I heard wedding bells and looked over my shoulder to see who the bride was. After a long, impatient wait, I saw the bride gliding down the aisle arm to arm with someone I recognized as Susan.

My heart dropped down my stomach and onto the floor, crashing into a million pieces.

Dylexia.

This better be a dream.

She gave me a hearty wave as she passed me but I sat still, listening to the wedding progress, waiting as the girl of my dreams gave herself up to Greger.

And then, as their lips laced together in holy matrimony, I grabbed at my hair, the tears I had been holding crashing down on the floor, my life seemingly over.

And then, I didn't know how, I fell through a hole in the floor.

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'Ed!'

I heard her shout and my eyes flew open, my breathing ragged as my chest up and down violently, my eyes trying to register to the blinding light torturing my sight. Slowly and painfully, I saw Dylexia there, looking panicked, her hand on my forehead.

'Ed, stop crying!' she seemed disturbed and close to tears as her shoulders shook. I looked at her unsurely before looking around.

It was a dream. I was in the How as always, sixteen, successful and not with a disastrous love life, the love of my life crying in front of me, her hand trailing down my face shakily. It was still dark, and I had yet to figure out where the light had come from.

'Dy, stop crying,' I breathed, getting a hold of myself, my hand covering hers, pulling her in for a hug, my free hand rubbing away the tears on my cheeks.

'I tried to…to…wake…y…you…u…up, but…b…but you kept crying a…and and…and,' I rubbed her back unsurely, a smile on my face as she sobbed into my bare chest.

'That's nothing to cry over,' I smiled, pulling her back and wiping her tears away as she sniffed with a frustrated expression on her face.

'You scared me! I thought you'd never wake up!' She stared shaking again but I cut her short by pressing a kiss to her forehead, making her shut up at once.

'Yeah, I just had the worst nightmare ever,' I didn't elaborate and she didn't pursue it. As I pulled back from her forehead, and pressed a kiss to her lips, I thought about it.

'Yeah,' I voiced my thoughts against her lips as a murmur. 'You're not getting rid of me that easy,'

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