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The First King And Queen
Chapter 7. All Coming Together
I sat silently beside Frank on the train. The kids had no idea we were on this train so it was going to be a great surprise. We planned on meeting up with them later. Well, actually Edmund probably knew. He knew the train we were on so the probability was he knew we were on this train. We saw the platform and both of us knew the train was acting strange. Plus it was going way to fast.
"Frank." I said worriedly. We saw Peter and Edmund on the platform and suddenly Peter was trying to get Edmund out of dodge and tripped, and that was all I saw before Frank pushed me down getting on top of me covering my head. I felt the jolt and then I felt pain. Sering pain. I looked and Frank was lifeless beside me.
"Frank" I managed to say. I shook him. He didn't move. He was covered in blood as well as I was. I didn't know which was his blood or mine. "Frank!'' I screamed. I saw he was lifeless. Then I noticed a wound in my stomach. I saw a big shard of glass, I knew I had landed on it. I knew it was deadly and I wouldn't live through it. I carefully pulled out the shard, pain pulsing through my stomach. But I wanted to make sure Peter and Edmund were safe. I looked out the window to see what I could see and I saw Edmund's body so I scrambled toward him. I couldn't see Peter. Edmund was breathing hard.
"Edmund, calm. Ssshhh" I comforted gently. He looked up at me.
"Mum." he asked weakly.
"Yes it's me. Everything's gonna be fine." I said. He smiled.
"Do you think Susan will come around?" he asked.
"I sure hope so." I replied weakly, starting to feel my blood loss.
I was apparently showing because Edmund asked "Mum are you ok?".
I nodded my head. "I'll be fine." I replied, though I knew I wouldn't make it out alive.
"Where's Peter" Edmund asked nervously. I looked around and finally caught sight of him not to far away. He didn't look good and I knew immediately he was dead. I looked back down quickly with a gasp feeling the tears behind my eyes. Edmund looked up to where I had and closed his eyes quickly.
"Why did he have to be so bloody protective" he mumbled.
"Now now, watch your language." I said smiling.
"Awe! Even now!" he whined playfully.
"ESPECIALLY now." I replied. He seemed to understand.
"And dad" he asked a frown coming to his face.
"Same as Peter." I replied sadly.
"Lucy?" he asked voice barely a whisper from his worry. Ever since they had come back from Narnia he had been so protective of her. From boys, to other dangers it didn't matter, he made sure she was safe. I looked around.
"I... I don't know." I replied.
"Go look for her, please. If you can." he said. I got up carefully guarding my wound and staggered to the nearest train compartment. I looked in and saw strangers. All of them looked dead. I looked in the next. Same as the last. I looked in the next and gasped for what I saw was Eustace's dead body over Jill and Lucy. He had apparently tried to protect them and didn't make it. I looked back at Edmund who was watching me and I nodded climbing into the compartment. I picked up Eustace and wiped the hair out of his face.
"You were a sweet boy." I said shaking my head placing him down carefully. I checked Jill next, no pulse. I couldn't say anything but a single tear rolling down my cheek. I moved onto Lucy. She had a pulse. I pulled her into my lap.
"Lucy. Come on darling, wake up please." I begged. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Mum" she said her voice a slight whisper.
"It's me sweety, everything's going to be ok." I said. She smiled just as Edmund had. She favored him greatly, which I didn't mind for Edmund was a very handsome young man. She had his nose, his eyes, his smile, but she had my hair, Peter's ears, Frank's chin, but what did she have of Susan's? Years ago she had a few similar things but now, now it was different.
"Mum, wh...ere's Ed, a...nd Pe...te...r" she stuttered her breath coming in gasps.
"Peter didn't make it, and Ed's not far behind him." I replied.
She stopped for a second closing her eyes. "But i...is Ed ok thou...ough, is he go...onna make i...it?" she asked. I felt the tears coming.
"I don't know." I replied.
"What about you?" she asked.
"Oh. If I don't have you, your brothers, or your father, probably not." I replied.
"Daddy? Wha...at ab..out d...addy?" she asked.
"He was on the train." I replied.
"Oh. Poo...oor Su...usan" she said.
"What about Susan?" I asked not fully understanding.
"We...ell, she'll b...e alo..one." she replied. I finally understood. Then her breathing became even harder.
"Ssshh, sshhh" I calmed her. But it didn't work. Eventually she stopped breathing. I had anticipated it but it still hurt. I layed her down carefully and made my way back out to Edmund. He was still waiting for me, but barely hanging on to life.
"Well?" he asked when I approached.
"Lucy's gone."I replied.
"No! She can't!" he cried. I pulled him partially into my lap.
"It's gonna be fine. She's with your dad, and Peter, and.. and Aslan." I said.
He looked thoughtful. "Are we gonna be with him soon?" he asked. I looked at the wounds all over his body, knowing in full he wouldn't make it much longer. I nodded.
"What about Susan?" he asked. He still cared for his older sister even at the point of death.
"I don't know." I said shaking my head.
"Are you afraid to die mum?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No. Are you?" I replied.
"No. I wanna be with dad, Peter, and Lucy as soon as I can." he replied.
"Me too." I said felling my own breath going shallow and hard. Eventually I could no longer hold myself up, the blood stain growing larger. I had been on my knees but couldn't stay straight any longer. I felt Edmund's arms around me. He kissed me on the cheek.
"I love you mum." he said, his breath coming no more.
"I love you too, Eddie." I said to him feeling my own breath give way and going into unconsciousness. I had died in my little boys arms, one of the only places I would die peacefully.
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"Do you think their ready to know?" Frank asked in the throne beside mine.
"I don't know, but they'll have to be." I replied. Aslan had out thrones in the middle of a garden. Peter's, Edmund's, and Lucy's thrones weren't very far from our which they would soon be sitting in.
"Surely you've heard of King Frank and Queen Helen." I heard Aslan's voice say.
I reached over and grabbed Franks hand gave it a squeeze and let go looking forward. Our children were bowing to us. Aslan gave us an expectant look.
"Well, it's about time you showed up." I said standing up walking down. Apparently they still didn't recognize me because they looked up and were very confused. "Rise" I commanded. They did so. "What are your names?" I asked.
"High King Peter." Peter said bowing his head once again.
"King Edmund" Edmund said following Peter's example.
"Queen Lucy" Lucy said curtsying.
"I see" I said "the monarchs from the Golden Age of Narnia." I said. They glanced at each other. "The ones who defeated the White Witch, the ones who helped Caspian to gain his throne. The ones, well two of you, who sailed with him to the end of the world." I said. They were all wide mouthed by now, not because they knew who I was but by the fact I knew all this. They were all huddled together by now, probably scared of me.
"Oh my children" I exclaimed running forward and grabbing them.
"MUM!" each of them exclaimed after feeling my embrace.
"Mum! You did died!" Edmund said sorrow in his eyes.
"And what, you thought I'd live after a wound like that?" I asked.
"Wait your Queen Helen?" Lucy asked. I nodded my head. "That would make daddy King... DADDY!" she squealed running and grabbing him as he stood up.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Peter asked.
"We didn't know how. We didn't think you'd ever look at us the same way so we kept it to ourselves." I replied.
"So dad went to battles." Edmund asked. I nodded my head. "Oh cool." he said the inner teenager coming out of him for just a moment. He walked past me to go greet Frank. I grabbed his wrist.
"And Edmund, thank you for those last words, I'll never forget them." I said.
He blushed bright pink. "I just said what I felt was right." he replied.
"What'd he say?" Peter asked.
I looked at Edmund who was slightly grimacing. "He said he loved me." I replied.
"Oh how sweet. Wait, what did you do with my brother" Peter asked.
"I can be compassionate when I want to be" Edmund replied defensively.
"Then what about now?" Peter asking trying to hug Edmund but he ran.
"Get away from me!" Edmund yelled. Then Peter caught him and they started wrestling. Lucy was sitting on Frank's lap on his throne. They were actually sharing battle stories. I figured that's what Peter and Edmund would do with him.
"I didn't know you went of to battles." I said shocked.
Lucy nodded her head. "As soon as I turned 12 Peter let me, with much resentment, but I did so well he let me go every time there was battle, though I stayed with the archers MOST of the time." she replied.
"So what was it that tipped Peter over the edge? Your pout?" I asked.
"No. Edmund. He knew how much he felt when Peter babied him so, even though he hated the idea himself, he backed me up." she replied.
"I love your crown" I said noticing the silver ringlet on her head.
"Thanks, and I love yours." she said.
"Speaking of which." Edmund said running up "hold this please." he said handing his crown to Lucy.
"And mine." Peter said handing his to her as well.
"And their off." Lucy said rolling her eyes "I always have to hold their crowns, though it's very entertaining to watch." Soon Peter had caught Edmund and they were wrestling... again.
"Wait! Swords!" Edmund exclaimed pulling his sword out, Peter doing the same. They were excellent swordsmen.
"Are you that good?" I asked Lucy.
"Are you?" she asked.
"I can fight, but I usually choose not to." I replied.
"Well, are you up for the challenge?" she asked standing up. I thought for a moment and picked up to swords from the side, making sure they would fit our strength pretty well. And pretty soon we were fighting each other, and she was a great sword fighter. I could barely keep up! Then eventually Frank and Peter were fighting, Peter won. The Frank fought Edmund, this one was closer but Edmund still won. The Peter and Edmund fought each other again. That one went on for what seemed days. And it very well may have! But in the end Edmund got in a lucky shot and won. So all was well, even if we were dead, however odd that sounds!
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Ok, I have a few ideas for future chapters, but it would be not much more then rambling on and on except for one, but that's your decision. Tell me if you want them or not because I would be more than happy to write them. :)
