AN: Sorry about another long break... I've had a super busy week. I promise I'm gonna speed it up! I also am sorry for any typos, I do proofread but I still usually miss most of them, so sorry for those.

Wounded

Edmund stood, staring at the blocked entrance. They had to keep fighting. But how long? Until they all died? They already were having problems and most of the Telmarine army hadn't even gotten there yet. Their only hope was Lucy finding Aslan.

"Aslan, please come. We need you. Peter needs you. All Narnia needs you."

Edmund stood, staring at the battlefield. Everyone was fighting, the rest of the army arrived. He led the rest, in a full out run.

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Lucy tried to get the horse to go faster. She didn't know if this was a good bear, a Talking Bear, but she didn't want to test it out. Besides, she couldn't stop. There were Telmarines following her too.

"Your Majesty!" She heard.

She looked back. The bear was following her still, but was making movements with his paws.

"Your Majesty!" It yelled again. But Lucy couldn't stop now. She made a movement towards the Telmarines with her head, the bear nodded at once and turned around, and the 2 Telmarines were out of sight in a flash.

"Your Majesty," began the bear, "you must come at once."

Lucy suddenly realized what could have happened. If they needed her, someone would be wounded.

"What is wrong?" She asked, although having a good idea of what was wrong.

"Your brother, the High King has been wounded. And King Edmund has led the army to battle, for High King Peter was wounded unfairly."

Before he finished the statement, Lucy was already getting back on her horse. The trip back seemed long, every second she thought of Peter, worried they might arrive 2 seconds too late. And what about Edmund? Suppose he gets wounded - or worse - in battle?

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Susan looked at Peter. His face was pale and sweaty. His eyes were open, staring at her.

"Everything is going to be fine Peter, I promise," she whispered close to him.

He simply nodded and kept on with his staring. Obviously he didn't want to close his eyes again, for fear the darkness might consume him. He tried to control his breathing, but he wasn't so successful.

"Why can I barely hear Susan? Is this part of death? Your hearing goes away?"

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"ROOOAAAARRR!"

Lucy held her breath as a Lion came in to view. He leapt over her head and on the Telmarine following them. She hopped off her horse, and looked towards him. His mane shook, and He looked at her with solemn eyes.

"Aslan!"

Lucy ran towards the Lion and gave Him a great big hug.

"Oh Aslan, I'm so happy to see you. But we must help Peter! He has been wounded."

A large tear formed in Aslan's great big eye.

"Dear one, I know. And I'm afraid more has happened since."

Lucy began to cry.

"You don't mean he's, he's... dead?"

"No. Not yet. But he gets worse every second."

"Then what bad has happened?" Lucy looked at him, curious.

"Your brother has been wounded."

"But I know. That's what I just said-"

"Not Peter."

Lucy's eyes grew wide with fear.

"Dear one, Edmund has been wounded also."

AN: DON'T KILL ME. DUN DUN DUN. So I wasn't going to do it, but I thought it would add more angst haha. Good news for you is that I have the whole day open tomorrow. But please remember to review! They are fuel, like I've said. (: