Chapter three, still looking for a beta, if anyone is up for it. I don't own anything, they all belong to C.s Lewis, I only own the plot.
Balen stalked through the trees, a loaded crossbow in his wrinkled hands, while his sixteen year old 'daughter' followed in behind. They had recently made the trip from Archenland to Narnia, now residing in a manor house just outside the shutting woods. Of course this was all part of his wife's plans.
His gut turned with repulsion as he looked at his daughter sweetheart face, as a young girl she brought him happiness at her less than graceful attempts to dance. But Balen could not look at his daughter without seeing what she would become.
Being a seer made him miserable, it was the only reason his wife had enchanted him all those years ago, and now he was plagued with the recurring nightmares of his daughter, as a women dressed in green robes with blood stained hands, while thousands of innocents lay around her silver throne.
Back at Cair Paravel, Edmund strapped the last things into his belt before mounting his horse; Phillip. He was leading the first party out to find the cause of the murders. Peter on the other hand was near pulling his hair out; his leadership was being questioned for the first time since his reign began.
"Do you have to go Ed?" Lucy spoke from her small ground level as she gently stoked Phillip's nose. She had council meetings for the rest of the day, normally she found them interesting, but today she could stop her worry for her brother and wanted nothing more than to ride out with him and find the culprit.
"You know I do-"before he could say anything more, General Acel, a black furred centaur advised them to take off now. "I see you as soon as I return Lu." Lucy could only watch as they galloped away, her cordial at her waist felt like lead. She has started to wear, in hope of a survivor of the attacks.
The golden sun beat down on the young king. They were an hour away from Cair Paravel and had yet to see anything. They travelled further south, while the men became bored at the lack of security.
"Sire over there." One of the troops pointed in a North West direction. Edmund dismounted his horse and continued on foot. He cautiously approached the two shadows. In the hidden sunlight his eyes caught the glint off a sword.
As he edged closer as he did he made out a short burly man with long white blonde hair, held back at the nape of his neck. From his clothes, Edmund knew he was from Archenland. The blonde man was holding a crossbow pointed out at the troops Edmund had left behind.
He leapt from his stop and landed behind the man, his sword unsheathed and ready for duel. But unknown to the young king, he was in front of the man's daughter. She on instinct held her own sword up at the young man's back.
Edmund carefully eyed the blonde man, but he was already distracted with another non-speaking animal. Seeing as he posed no immediate danger Edmund turned his full attention on the blade that has pressed harder into his back, causing a few droplets to roll from a tiny cut.
Edmund carefully turned and disarmed his unseen opponent, causing her to fall to the muddy ground below. He towered over her with his sword pointed straight for her. Like every opponent, he took in her scarred appearance, mud matted on her blue dress, in her black hair and creamy skin. Her eyes both enchanted and unnerved him, royal blue with a dark green ring filled with terror.
"Majesty." Edmund instantly turned his head towards his troops. But when he looked back, the girl had gone leaving only her sword behind.
The slowly was slowly sinking beneath the mountains, while Cair Paravel lay in head as they returned. Despite the castle in spite Edmund couldn't help but get the girl off his mind, could she be part of the attacks?