Visibly Invisible

Chapter 13: Doesn't matter

Edmund's POV:

My ears rang as the battle abruptly started out of nowhere around me, and I prayed to Aslan with all I had to give Dylexia some sense and let her stay in the How. My hands were numb as I sliced through Telmarine after Telmarine, my mind in a whole other world.

Stay in the How, I ripped through the enemy.

Don't come out, another one gone.

Damn it Dylexia, no recklessness, there went another one.

I suddenly froze where I was as a pair of soft, almost weak arms clutched me around the middle of my torso, the person's cheek rubbing against the back of my armour.

'What the hell are you doing here?' I snapped, turning to face her as she stared me boldly in the face. And then I noticed what she was wearing, and my heart sunk badly.

'Why are you wearing an armour Dy?' she grinned at me, before patting a sword, strapped to her leg, looking immensely pleased with herself.

'Nicked it,' she said cutely, before abruptly taking the sword and sticking it into something over my shoulder, making me almost lose my balance. I stared at the dead Telmarine who lay sprawled over the ground behind me and I couldn't help but grin widely.

'Wow, that was nice,' I admitted, before sticking my own sword into a Telmarine behind her, sword raised and all. She squeaked and jumped into my chest, before pulling back with a blush.

'Guess we're even,' she said proudly, before I saw Peter signaling to me with a crossbow.

'Dy, let's go riding,'

'Wha…,'

'Could you slow down a bit, Pevensie?' Dy snapped for the millionth time, as I effortlessly shot a batch of Telmarines down, regardless of the fact that Dy was clutching me for dear life.

'If we slow down, we'd lose, won't we?' I replied, not bothering to look at her as I shot down two more. It was going immensely great, until Peter realized something…I wonder what it was, and screamed at the top of his lungs.

'Retreat, back to the How,' I halted to a stop, and pulled the horse back towards the stony opening, Dy by now burying her face into the back of my collar bone. We were inches from it, when a large stone aimed from one of the catapults soared over our heads and jammed itself into the entrance.

Oh god, we were dead.

Dylexia's POV:

I was thankful when Ed halted to a stop in front of the blocked entrance, but I also had a pretty vague idea that we were losing badly. Ed's body language was frantic, as he pushed both of us off the horse, making me squeal in protest and started slicing through the enemy again, me following behind with a raised sword (that I had trouble raising), ready to kill anyone who even lay a hand on Ed.

It was getting tiring, as Ed panted with effort, my hands tired with all the sword raising and occasional attacking. When was this going to be over?

As if on cue to answer my question, the trees surrounding the How suddenly vibrated as if brought to life, and then, it was just pure pandemonium. The trees started beating the heck out of that Sopespian guy and his army, causing them to be badly disorientated. I was thankful to have a stop and relax for a while, watching a perfectly good movie like scene without a ticket.

'Retreat to the bridge,' Sopespian bellowed, backing out, almost shielding his head against the poking trees. Eh, coward.

And then it started all over again.

The slicing, the killing, the moving forward with me trailing, gosh it was bad. But this time, Ed wasn't quick or frantic, he was almost lazy, obviously we had the upper hand, chasing them to the bridge, like a cat chases a mouse. But unlike the mouse, the Telmarines didn't have time to go into their hole, because trusty boy was right there with Lucy, standing at the edge, blocking their way very eloquently.

'Keep moving,' Sopespian very boldly yelled, only to have the bridge ripped in two by a large water dude. Wow, cool trick.

And in seconds, it was over.

Everyone was rejoicing. The castle Miraz had taken over was no longer under the "seizing mafia" and Teria and I were thankfully given our own rooms alongside the "Kings and Queens of old". Everyone was shocked to see Teria being so nice and trusty boy cleared the air after a while about the whole redemption in the dream thingy.

Well enough, right?

Currently I was looking for Ed's room, all washed and beautified, new clothes and all. New clothes meant a long simple brown gown and flat converse (thank God, Caspian didn't have a sister like Susan's). Teria was in her own room sleeping, and everyone else was God knew where.

'Hey,' I stopped Glenstorm who was walking casually down the hallway. He stopped and bowed and I stupidly bowed back, him throwing me a look.

'Hey, uh, have you seen Ed?' I asked curiously, and I was irritated when he smiled teasingly.

'He's in his room, first right, second door to the left. Have a good time,'

I blushed badly as he left as carefree as could be, and hurried down the hallway, nearly skipping, before I reached the wanted door and knocked loudly. He grunted from the other side and I pushed it open ever so slightly, peeking in, blushing immediately.

I had lived with the brat for six straight years and even though I had seen him shirtless trillions of times, I still felt like a crazed fan girl when I saw him with that chest and those muscles bare.

'Are you going to stare at me all day, or are you coming in?' he asked me jokingly with a smile and I blushed, stumbling inside and slamming the door accidentally behind me, at which he laughed slightly. He turned away from me to put on that white shirt that lay on his bed when I caught sight of his profusely bleeding arm.

'Hold it!' I ordered and he immediately threw the shirt back down, looking at me curiously.

'Wait right there, and don't put that on,' I ordered again, before exiting the room to get some bandages.

'I don't see the point Dy,'

'I do,' I snapped at him, cleaning his extremely long cut that he said was a scratch. If this was a scratch, I couldn't really see why boys were always so macho. Damn, he wasn't even flinching.

'I'm fine,' he groaned for the millionth time, and this time I glared at him.

'I went through a lot of walking to get to the infirmary to get these, and if you still don't want to get it bandaged then hell to it,' I snapped again, wrapping the bandage around the cut and then staring at the cute handiwork. Well, it wasn't cute, it was neat. Yes, neat handiwork.

'There, see, it didn't kill you,' I said proudly before vaguely realizing that he was staring at me with a soft smile, that made me feel all intimidated.

'Uh…you should put that shirt on,' I chuckled nervously, as his hands rubbed gently up my arms and pushed my hair behind my ear, making me shiver a little. Grinning, he leaned in and I closed my eyes immediately as his lips met mine.

It was soft, sensual, and nice as he pushed me gently down into his pillows, his body nearly dominating mine, my hands clutching at his hair, disheveling it to my heart's extent. The kiss heated up badly and I vaguely realized the bandage box falling to the floor.

'Ed,' I whispered, completely out of breath as he broke the contact calmly, looking down at me with a grin.

'That bandage box…,'

'It doesn't matter,' he whispered back before leaning down to kiss me again and I anticipated it greatly.

It didn't matter.

Well, I'm not bragging, but I love this chapter. Review!