Title: Dragonfly in Amber

Author: FaithfulPureLight (and her sister)

Disclaimer: I wish. I really do! But alas I do not and I am only borrowing them. (Looks over to her lawyer. "Was that good?" lawyer nods. "Yay! Ok on with the introductions and then the story!" sister cheers in the background. I pull out Edmund and Peter and my sister pulls out Lucy and that witch Susan. "We own u as soon as the documents are done remember that") again just kidding!

Rating: For reasons explained later I am rating this a M for mature

Summary: Lucy starts having nightmares that she can't remember. Soon Edmund and Peter are too. What could be so terrible that our heros would willingly forget a memory of Narnia?

Dedication: TO...my reviewers (please review. It really encourages us) See Eleckturm honey not vinegar. :) and also seriously to Emmy and all my friends on the 8: Horrors

Edmund's POV.

Midnight:

Cold. So cold. Freezing. Violently shivering. Gagging on stale bread. No water. Ankle throbbing painfully.

She is there. She's mad. Asking where my siblings are. I am King Edmund the Just; not some scared little boy this time though. I won't tell. A wicked smile.

"It matters not. They are here." I'm alone again. But somehow being alone does not make it better. Only worse.

Screaming. Terrible awful screaming. "NO!" The chain holds. Hands searching the wall. Searching for what?

A hole! I can see. Bile rising in throat. I am going to be sick. I am sick.

The White Witch has Susan. I am hoarse. "Su!" It is ignored. No one can hear me. I can only watch. Su's screams fill the air. I wince; looking away. I can't watch. Not this.

A gasp. Lucy! The Witch smiles coldly at my younger sister. She will enjoy torturing my gay and golden sister. "Lucy!"

My throat is raw. The scream no more than a whisper. Another useless tug at the chain holding me. Not her. Please please not my little sister. She keeps all of us happy. She can light or warm a room just by walking into it. Not Lu!

I tug at the relentless chain again. Screams fill the air. I can't turn back. I won't. The chain is frozen, and unforgivingly strong. The screams stop.

"Don't hurt them!" That voice. Peter! Everything must be safe now. After all, it's Peter who is commanding her.

I turn back to look through the hole. That's his sword. What is she doing with it? My brother is bruised, bloody, and looks like he is in severe pain. And he is begging.

"Don't hurt the girls." Gut clenching.

Cold voice answers. "I'll do what I please Son of Adam." Peter's not giving up.

"No. Don't hurt them. Or you'll pay to Aslan." She laughs. More bile. More throwing up.

"I answer to no one." Raising the sword. Crying in the background. Is that the girls or me?

'Don't . Hurt. Them." He repeats with failing breath. "And if you lay one finger on my brother..."

"Your brother did this to you. He's my property. Once a traitor always a traitor High King."

Sword swishing through the air. She lies. Peter I didn't! I wouldn't. I swear!

"PETER!!!!!!"

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The battle is over. Dead lay strewn everywhere. No one left dying. Our army was as merciless as the other army. I can smell the blood. Coppery, and disgusting. The ground is soaked with it. Bile rises in my throat, along with the butter and roll I had for breakfast.

I hate throwing up. I stand up straight, wiping my mouth. Someone is talking to me. They are telling me how many troops we have lost. The number bothers me. Although only a few of our troops are missing I can not shake this feeling.

"Where is my brother?" I know something is wrong now. Whoever has been talking to me answers that my brother has just been proclaimed missing. I start running. The Generals and other soldiers call out after me. But I do not stop.

At the edge of the battle field I see my brother. We usually fight together covering each other's weaknesses. How did he get over there? I keep running, but never seem to get any closer.

He is bruised, and bloody when I reach him. He does not seem to be too hurt. He smiles weakly. I try to hold on to my anger. It's rather hard.

"Peter what are you doing out here? Are you alrig..." Something shakes the ground. The thudding draws closer, almost like footsteps. I pull Peter up beside me.

"I thought we were hear to battle a clan of Mineitors Peter. Not an angry hoard of giants." Sure enough, Giants are stepping towards us from above the tree tops. My brother gives me a small smile.

"We can take them Ed. Don't worry." I roll my eyes. We both pull our swords, settling into the stances we know so well.

"Ready?" I nod. Peter gives a reassuring smile as the Giants lunge towards us. I watch in slow motion as a club comes sailing towards my brother.

"Peter watch out!" The stench of blood is the last thing I smell.