I tired to make this chapter a little longer, because I haven't updated in a while due to it being Christmas and New Year, but here is chapter 5 for you all and I will update The Just, hopefully today as well.
Two horses galloped across the bridge and into the castle. The whole journey Edmund had been as silent as the trees were, not wanting to say anything that could jepertise how nice these people were being to him.
For Edmund was sure that the person who was bringing him back to this castle had no idea to who he really was and he wanted to keep it that way. Lord Miraz was someone that Edmund had never heard of before, but he seemed nice enough.
He was even letting Edmund call him Miraz.
When they reached the courtyard Lord Sopespian dimounted his horse. Lord MIraz too did the same before offering a hand to Edmund, who took it carefully and jumped down to the floor. Edmund was also trying to ignore the glares that Lord Sopespian was giving him as the Lord Miraz lead him inside the castle.
They stopped outside of a room that Miraz opened and walked into signalling for Edmund to follow him into the room. The room was gaint, much bigger than Edmund had ever seen in Narnia before.
"You may stay here until you can manage to find your way." Miraz told Edmund who could only manage to nod before he was able to manage a small 'thank you' to give the Lord who was being so kind as to help him.
"Does he even know where he's going." Lord Sopespian said. Edmund was sure that he hated that man. Or that Lord Sopespian seemed to hate him for some reason.
"Lord Sopespian why don't you make yourself useful and do something." Miraz told the Lord who promptly left, but Edmund noticed the glare that he was sent as the Lord left. "Know Edmund if it's any help I can get our professor, Doctor Cornelius, to help you find your way."
"Thank you My Lord." Edmund replied. Miraz bowed his head before once again asking Edmund to follow him. They had only walked a little way donw the corridor when a solider came up to Lord Miraz with a message. The Lord said that he was on his way and showed Edmund the door that he needed before leaving.
The young King walked up to the door and despite it being open he knocked on it a few times. The person, that Edmund presumed to be Doctor Cornelius, looked up at him stood. The man didn't know what to say as he didn't speak he just walked over to Edmund in silence. Still being careful as to what he said, Edmund spoke.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
"Oh, yes of course come in." The professor said moving to the side to allow Edmund to enter the room and get out of the corridor, before shutting the door behind him. Edmund didn't know why, but being in this room felt safer than being in the rest of the castle.
Edmund's eye caught the book that was open on the desk and he walked over to it. He took a look at it skim reading the page of writting before turning his head to the picture that was on the page opposite as soon as Edmund saw what the picture was of he didn't hesitate to place a forceful hand over the drawing as quickly as he could.
The professor walked up behind him to see what had caught Edmund's eye and as soon as he realised what the book was that he had left open he pulled it out from underneath Edmund's hand and shut it, placing it back onto the self that it came from.
"I'm so sorry, Your Highness."
Edmund gasped. He knew. This man knew who he was, so did that mean that everyone else in this castle knew? As much as Edmund thought that Lord Miraz didn't know who he was it was possible and it was even more possible that that Lord Sopespian knew who he was from all of those looks that he had kept giving him earlier.
Edmund was panicing now.
"Your Highness are you alright?" Cornelius asked. Edmund turned his head to face him.
"Yeah I'm fine, but can I ask. How do you know who I am?"
"I have for many years studied the legends of your rien, King Edmund."
"T...that's great." Edmund replied, now feeling extremly unsure of what he was suposed to do now.
"You don't sound okay, Your Highness."
"N..no I..I am it..it's just," Edmund paused and Cornelius looked at him waiting for him to continue, "I haven't told anyone who I actually am."
"Don't worry I won't tell them." Edmund breathed a sigh of relief, however it didn't last for very long. "It's better that they don't know, but I am most surprised that they do not recognise you."
"I was thinking that, but can I ask why it's best that they don't know? Lord Miraz seemed really nice to help me like he did."
"That doesn't matter," Cornelius said before changing the subject, "So Edmund why are you here?"
"Lord Miraz said that you could help me find my way."
"Of course, let me just get some maps." And with that the Professor left Edmund's side to instead walk around and find the said maps. Edmund suddenly felt better, for he knew that this man wasn't going to say anything about who he was.
But he wandered as to why he needed to be careful. After all Edmund had thought that he could trust Lord Miraz.
The pair then headed back to the room that Edmund had been given to look at the maps to work out where Edmund's family were.
Peter and whoever his attacker was were currently continuing their fight, blade clashing against blade. Peter managed to make a successful hit on the face of the person that he was fighting, but that didn't put them out for long and they managed to stop Peter next attack from succedding. Their fighting continued, with Peter still having the upper hand as he managed to knock the sword out of his opponants hands leaving them with nothing to defend themselves with.
Peter swung at the mystery person who managed to duck just in time and leave Peter's blade getting stuck in the tree that had been to the right of the person before they had ducked. The person kicked Peter knocking the high king backwards onto the ground. He then began to try and pull Peter's sword out of the tree that it was stuck in.
The blonde, even though he was on the ground, was quick to make another move as he reached for one of the huge rocks that lay on the ground, grabbing the firm surface before standing himself back up on his two feet. The minotaur from before was watching the fight now, having noticed both Peter and the blonde's attacker.
Peter charged towards the other, rock in hand ready to be used until something stopped him.
"No, stop!" Lucy's voice rang out and both boys stopped what they were trying to do. Peter stopped aiming the rock and lowered his arm to his side. While the other boy stopped trying to pull Peter's sword out of the tree trunk to look at the young Lucy, who had come out from behind the bushes.
Peter, for a moment, looked to be angry with his younger sister for stopping the fight as his opponant pulled out his sword from the tree, but then he looked around, like Lucy and noticed the minotaur's and centaurs that now surrounded them. Some of the Narnians were still alive. Dwarfs and fauns began to surround them as well, all of them moving quickly to get to the situation that was unfolding before them between Peter and the stranger, who wasn't that much of a stranger to them.
Looking around, Peter and Lucy noticed that they all held weapons of some sort and form and most of them had armour. There was even a badger among them, one that Lucy assumed could talk still. There were some wolves and leopards stood amongst them and one centaur who looked as if he was definatly the one in charge. Peter wondered if he decended from someone like General Orieus.
Peter turned to the stranger who held out his sword towards him, but not in a friendly way as the point of it was facing towards Peter. But Peter had listened to the dwarf and he didn't think that this stranger was such a stranger any more.
"Prince Caspain?" He questioned.
"Yes? And who are you?" Caspian asked, while at the same time confirming that he was infact Prince Caspian. The High king didn't get a chance to answer as someone else did for him.
"Peter!" Susan's voice shouted and both boys turned their heads again, this time with Peter looking for Susan and Caspian looking for who the voice belonged too. Susan and the dwarf came running up to Lucy's side, Susan held her bow and arrows in her left hand and the dwarf held a knife in his right. They both came to a halt and looked around in shock at the number of Narnian creatures that still lived.
Caspian hearing the name looked at the blonde before looking down at the Kings sword, that he still held, and the symbol of Aslan that was on the hilt of it. Caspian also noticed the writting that was written on the silver blade. Then he looked at Peter.
"High King Peter."
"I believe you called." Peter replied, noting in the back of his mind that Caspian knew of his title.
"Well, yes, but... I thought you'd be older." Caspian replied.
"Well if you like, we could come back in a few years..." Peter began to turn away from Caspian who was quick to stop him.
"No. No, that's all right. You're just... You're not exactly what I expected." Caspian looked in the direction of Susan, Lucy and the dwarf, his eyes lingering on Susan for a longer amount of time than they did the other two. Susan looked at Peter before showing the small signs of a smile, shifting her weight slightly underneath her, sending a small look in the princes direction.
Peter could imagine Edmund speaking his mind now, saying somehting like 'neither are you' in reply to Caspian's words. Edmund would also probably watch the minotaurs with slight suspision. As if being able to sense this one of the minotaurs moved it's ears slightly.
"A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes." Said the badger while looking over at Lucy's D.L.F, who just looked slightly bored, like he had heard the badger speak those same words many times before.
"We have anxiously awaited your return, my liege." Spoke a different voice. The voice of a mouse who ran forwards towards Peter, "Our hearts and swords are at your service." Peter smiled while Caspian could only think of how the mouse was switching sides almost as it bowed down to the high king.
Lucy leaned in closer to Susan, "Oh, my gosh, he is so cute." Lucy said in a whispered tone thinking that the mouse wouldn't hear her kind comment. However the little mouse did hear her.
"Who said that?" The mouse asked, spinning around to face her and Susan, sword drawn.
"Sorry." Lucy replied slightly nervously.
"Oh, ur. Your Majesty, with the greatest respect," He bowed here before continuing, "I do believe 'courageous,' 'courteous,' or 'chivalrous' might more befit a knight of Narnia." He finished putting his sword away.
"Well, at least we know some of you can handle a blade." Peter told the mouse and the mouse thought he knew who Peter was talking about who wasn't included in that catagory of someone. Caspian seemed to get the hint as well as he began to bite his lip before deciding it better to not bite it.
"Yes, indeed. And I have recently put it to good use, securing weapons for your army, sire." The centaur that held up a sword and had many different weapons with it turned it's head to Peter and the mouse.
"Good. Because we're going to need every sword we can get." Peter had turned to face Caspian by the time he finsihed.
"Well, then, you will probably be wanting yours back." Caspian replied, offering the sword out to Peter who took it, not looking overly happy as he did so either. Peter turned and began to walk away, everyone following him. Everyone, but his dear younger brother Edmund, who still remained lost to them all.
"So? What are they like?" Badger asked Trumpkin as they walked along the leaf covered ground.
"Malcontents, complainers, stubborn as mules in the morning." The dwarf told the badger, who was to his left and Nikabrick who was walking on the right side of him.
"So you like them, then." Nikabrick said, not sounding too happy.
"Well enough." The dwarf replied. Lucy, who was walking behind the three smiled. She knew that they were asking about her Susan and Peter, so to hear that the dwarf liked them was very nice indeed, considering the dwarfs previous alliances with the White Witch.
The young queen walked beside Reepicheap with a minotaur, who they all now knew to be called Asterius, behind her. Behind them was two fauns, a centuar and many other Narnians. Susan and Peter walked at the front with Caspian. Lucy looked up and saw that Caspian, Peter and Susan were coming to a slow halt. Lucy saw something up ahead and she ran forward excitedly to see what it was. the youngest Pevensie came to a halt beside her brother, the creatures stopping behind them to look at what the Pevensie's and Caspian were looking at.
Although it didn't look like anything overly special there was something about it that felt familier. The lump of stones were high towering and were covered in trees and most other green coloured plants with a long stretch of green grass in front of it.
The perfect battle field. If they needed it.
As the group came closer, the three Pevensie's could see centaurs walking up to the edge of a higher piece of stone ground before stopping. If they had continued walking then they would have most likely fallen off onto the piece of ground below that was a ramp heading downwards in the the entrance of the stone building. Every centaur had a sword at it's left side and most were wearing some form of armour.
They all came to a halt as the centaurs all draw their swords simultaniously and turned then around, so that the point of the blade was pointing upwards towards the clear blue sky. And then they brought them all towards each other, so that the point of the sword was almost touching and formed a top to a triangle.
The three Pevensie's started to walk forward, making their way through the arch that had been made for them by the centaurs swords, smiling at every single one that they could as they passed. Caspian and all of the other Narnian creatures followed along behind the King and Queens of old, the Telmarine Prince looking almost some what sad as he walked under the arch of swords.
They walked under the arch and down the ramp to the inside of the stone strcuture. Inside fauns carried weapons to different places and little dwarfs and the minotaurs were busy sorting out swords and shields.
Walking behind the Pevensie's and Caspian was Nikabrick, Trumpkin and Trufflehunter and behind them was the dark skinned centaur, who they now knew to be called Glenstorm, who turned right after a faun, while the rest continued to walk straight ahead.
Peter came to a halt, Caspian stopping next to him as the two little dwarfs and the badger walked past them still following the others that had been in front of them. Peter looked around at the work that was currently going on. The clanging of metal continuing in the background.
"It may not be what your used to, but it is defensible." Caspian said as Peter turned to face him.
"Peter." Susan's voice cut through the atmosphere acting as a breaker for all of the tension that was gathered inside the small place. "You may want to see this." Peter began to walk towards Susan, wondering what was so interesting. Caspian followed, although the Telmarine Prince had no clue as to why he was doing so.
Drawings on the wall beside them were lit up by the torches that Peter and Caspian carried as they walked in front of the others.
The lion, made to look it's best like the real thing had two girls painted on it's back as it ran. One looked older, was taller and had longer hair, carried a bow and arrow and wore a dark green and blue coloured cloak and a green dress. The other one was shorter and had shorter hair as well as looking slightly younger, but you could easily see that they had some kind of family resemblence from the painting. The shorter one, who was closer to the lion's head at the front, wore a orange coloured cloak from looking at the picture and a blue coloured dress. Both of the girls had brown hair.
The next picture was painted very well as if it had been painted at the exact moment that the event had happened, but that was unlikely as you couldn't of been in both places at the same time and besides there was one small mistake in it when you looked. It was a painting of four thrones. A tall blonde king stood a one end in a dark blue outfit with a golden coloured cloak. Next to the second throne stood a tall female who wore a silver dress and a dark blue and green coloured cloak. Then next to the third was the smallest girl, her short brown hair only just touching her shoulders. She wore an orange cloak with a sliver dress, like her older sister. To the left of the final throne stood another boy, ths one with black hair, who also wore blue, but with a silver cloak instead. All of them wore a crown of some shape or form.
"It's us." Susan spoke, surprised that the pictures were there after all of this time that they had been absent from the land of Narnia. Peter was still looking at the paintings, almost in some state of shock.
"What is this place?" Lucy asked turning to Caspian, presuming that he would know what the place was. Behind her was the unnoticed painting of a faun in a red scarf holding an umbrella beside a lamp post that had a smal flame burning inside of it. Susan too turned her head towards Caspian to hear his answer.
Caspian just looked at the girls.
"You don't know?" Well if that was Caspian trying to call them stupid them something was going to happen between Peter and Caspian that wouldn't end up being very nice. But Susan and Lucy didn't think that that was the case.
Caspian pulled the torch that he had previously been holding from the holder that he had put it in earlier when the Pevensie's had stopped to look at the paintings on the wall and began to walk of in one dircetion, the three followed behind him wishing that they could be four once again, as they were pictured in the painting.
As they turned the corner Lucy managed to catch a small glimpse of the painting of her beloved friend, Mr Tumnus. How she wished that he wasn't dead.
The four turned a corner and walked down the set of stairs that lead towards nothing but darkness. Caspian seemed to know the place as he turned left and touched the flame of his torch to an empty point of wall that suddenly came a light with a a bright coloured flame. The Pevensie's looked at the flame in slight surprise at how bright it actually was.
The Pevensie's watched as the flame spread around the dark space creatating a big, enough light to illuminate the whole place.
As the flames moved around you could see the walls behind them. Into the stone they had images ingraved. One was of a faun in armour with another faun next to it (one who wasn't wearing armour,) a dwarf and at the very back a griffin. The next one was of a centaur and a faun.
Peter, Susan and Lucy looked on at the stone in awe. The blonde brother switched the the torch from his right hand to his left and Lucy held her mouth open slightly.
The flames continued round until they reached the center of the space. This time they illuminated the image of a lion, but not a fierce lion, but instead a lion with a friendly face. Lucy instantly recognised the llion to be her beloved Aslan.
In front of that image of Aslan stood two stone pillars that were joined by a block at the top that went across from one to the other. Going around in a circle next to those pillars stood two more pillars, but these ones were lower than the other too. Next to them there was a space of nothing on the right and a small wall on the left. Then continuing around on the left was a wall with a small broken pillar in the middle and on the opposite side was the exact same wall except for it being lower and the exact same pillar except it was higher.
In the middle of all of this old stone pillars was on old, cracked in the middle, stone table.
Lucy stepped forward and started walking towards the stone table with Peter and Susan following her lead as she placed her hand on the table's edge. She had recognised the writing that was surrounding it, the crack in the middle and the memory that it brought back.
She turned to Susan. "He must know what he's doing." Susan's eyes travelled from looking down at the table to looking up at the lion. Peter looked at the lion to, swallowing as he watched the flames nearly touch the feet of the lion that they had once fought alongside.
"I think it's up to us now." Peter said loudly pulling Susan and Lucy out of their dream like state. Lucy, Susan and Peter all turned back to the image of Aslan, Lucy's small hand still on the table's edge. And Caspian still stood at the back holding a torch, looking on in a mix of emotions.
A mix of hate, anger and love.
Professor Cornelius walked from Edmund's room to his own libary carring the maps. A guard walked past him as he walked around the corner. It was then that he noticed that the door to his libary was slightly open and when he had left he had left it shut.
He pushed the door open and walked in looking around as he walked up the small set of stairs and then he saw Lord Miraz stood over by the window flicking through something that was held in his hands.
"You have quite a libary, doctor." The Lord said as he turned to face the professor showing that he was in fact looking at one of the many books that the professor had. How long he had been here the professor didn't know.
"Is there anything particular you seek, my Lord?" Doctor Cornelius asked as he walked furthur into the room. He just hoped that Lord Miraz didn't know who Edmund really was, because if he had figured it out then the poor boy was done for. Cornelius placed the maps back down.
"I think I've already found what I'm looking for..." Cornelius looked up at Lord Miraz who had walked down to the desk "...in one of my soldiers!"
An arrow with red and gold all over it was thrust into a page of a book, a certain page.
Doctor Cornelius took of his small glasses to look closer at the arrow that Lord Miraz had slammed down into the book. The page was a beautiful one that didn't really deserve to be ruined. It was the same book from earlier that had upset King Edmund.
This page had a field , flowers and trees in the background and a lake near the front. Also furthur in the backgrouns was a castle, the beautiful castle of Cair Paravel. In the foreground was four horses. Two white, one bay and a chestnut. Four young people rode on these horses, all of them wearing a crown of some form on their heads. The blonde haired oldest King carries a sword in his hand and the brown haired oldest Queen held a beautiful horn to her lips.
Doctor Cornelius placed his glasses down on the desk next to the book and looked at Lord Miraz as he sat down in the old chair, putting his feet up on the desk.
"What do you know of Queen Susan's horn?" He asked.
Doctor Cornelius took a breath before he spoke, "It was said to be magic."
"Magic?" Lord Miraz questioned.
"The Narnians belived it could summon their Kings and Queens of old." Miraz listened intently, "At least, such was the superstition." Miraz took his feet off of the table and stood up, walking round the desk to stand next to the professor.
"And what does Caspian know of this superstition?" He asked.
"My Lord, you forbade me fro mentioning the old tales."
Miraz chuckled and looked towards the open door, "So I did." Doctor Cornelius looked around at the open door as well and he too noticed the two guards walking in.
"I will say this. If Caspian does know of the Deep Magic, my Lord would have good reason to be nervous."
Edmund was still thinking of locations where they could be. By 'they' he meant Peter, Susan and Lucy. The young black haired King hadn't seen any place on the map that he thought they would be hiding out at for the time being. Doctor Cornelius had told him about Prince Caspian and how he had spent his life looking for the horn of Queen Susan.
He had found it and given it to Caspian when the Prince had run away, coinsidently around the same time that they had been called to Narnia.
Edmund rose from his chair deciding that it was time that he went and spoke to the professor again. After all he was lonely and he wanted the company of someone who he trusted. The young King made his way out of the door of his bedroom, down the corridor and round the corner towards Doctor Cornelius's libary, but when he saw that the door was open and their were guards stood inside he instantly stepped back, luckily no one managed to see him.
"I will say this. If Caspian does know of the Deep Magic, my Lord would have good reason to be nervous."
Edmund didn't understand why Doctor Cornelius would say this, however the fact that Edmund didn't know who the professor was talking too made it worse. When the guards grabbed a hold of him, Edmund moved to stand behind one of the curtains that was in the hall and watched sadly as he was taken away.
Feeling like he had lost his only real friend here, the young King ran back to his room, however if he had stayed there for a few seconds longer he would have seen Lord Miraz exit the room and that Lord Sopespian had been watching from the other end of the corridor with Lord Glozelle.
And both of them had seen what Edmund had seen, however Lord Sopespian had also seen Edmund leave. And unfortuneately for Edmund, the Lord thought that he could see a resemblence between Edmund and the King from the Golden age.
King Edmund the Just.
Outside a single faun stood guard on one of the stone rocks that made up the place that the Pevensie's had now been told was called Aslan's how. The faun was blonde and had a bow and arrow for defence if it was needed.
He was looking off into the trees and even though it was dull weather behind a thick branch he spotted armour. Two sets of armour. One set was on the horse and the other was on the rider, who realised that he had been spotted and so quickly galloped off into the rest of the trees and back to the Telmarine camp.
"It's only a matter of time. Miraz's men and war machines are on their way that means those same men aren't protecting his castle."
"What do you propose we do, Your Majesty?" Asked Reepicheap, who stood next to a squirrel.
"We need to get ready for it." Peter replied
"To start planning for..." Caspian said at the time, before recieving a glare from Peter causing him to shut up instantly.
"Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us." Peter said looking around at the people and creatures that were gathered.
"That's crazy no one has ever taken that castle." Caspian told everyone. Peter glared at him, the dwarf watched the Prince carefully and the faun that had alerted them stood with his eyes almost to the ground.
"There's always a first time." Peter replied.
"We'll have the element of surprise." The dwarf added, leaning forward to speak to Caspian.
"But we have the advantage here!" Caspian pushed, not willing to let go of what he knew about that castle.
"If we dig in," Susan started stepping forward to where Caspian stood, the prince turned to look at her, "we could probably hold them off indefinitely."
"I, for one, feel safer underground." Trufflehunter said.
"Look. I appreciate what you've done here, but this isn't a fortress. It's a tomb."
"And the Telmarine's could easily starve
"We could collect nuts!" The squirrel said.
"Yes! And throw them at the Telmarines." Reepicheap added. Everyone looked at them silently, "Shut up!" The mouse told the squirrel. Reepicheap turned to Peter, "I think you know where I stand Sire."
Peter looked to Glenstorm. "If I get your troops in, can you handle the guards?" Caspian and Peter looked at the centaur. Glenstorm looked back at Caspian before turning to Peter.
"Or die trying, my liege."
"That's what I'm worried about." Lucy, who was sat on the stone table finally spoke up.
"Sorry?" Peter turned to face his youngest sister in confusion.
"You're all acting like there's only two options. Dying here, or dying there."
"I'm not sure you've really been listening Lu."
"No, you're not listening." Lucy replied getting slightly irritated at Peter's lack of faith, "Or have you forgotten who really defeated the White Witch, Peter?"
"I think we've waited for Aslan long enough." Peter replied getting just as annoyed. If Aslan was planning on helping them why hadn't he and if Aslan planned to help them, why hadn't he brought Edmund back to them. With that Peter turned and left the room where they had all gathered.
But the flames that lit up the image of Aslan still remained.
Edmund lay on his bed looking up at the ceiling. His sword and shield currently lay on the floor beside his bed. The young King was desperately missing his family at the moment and was strangely finding that he was being reminded of the time when he was held hostage by the White Witch, Jadis, and her dwarf, Ginarrbrick.
But Edmund had no clue as to why he felt that way. Lord Miraz seemed nice, he hadn't really spoken to Lord Glozelle and even though Lord Sopespian kept glaring at him and looking at him in a strange way, he didn't seem to be too bad.
However his mind couldn't help but wonder back to earlier when Doctor Cornelius was arrested by those guards. Edmund hadn't really looked into why though. And as he ran through his mind he couldn't find a reason for it. What reason would anyone have to arrest the old professor, surely he did nothing wrong.
But Edmund strangely and horribly thought that the old professor's arrest was somehow related to him as it had happened just after he had finished helping him and had left the room with the maps in hand.
The black haired Pevensie stood up and left the room heading for the professor's libary. Outside it was growing dark as the night began to settle down over the castle and the guards began to get ready to change oer shifts.
Little did any of them know about the on coming attack that would take place later that night.
As Edmund entered the room he instantly noticed the state of mess that it was in. Books had been scattered everywhere, on the desk, the floor, on the shelves, everywhere that Edmund looked their were books.
The young King made his way over to the professor's desk, noticing that Doctor Cornelius's glasses were still placed on the table and then he looked up and saw a sign.
It seemed strange to believe that Doctor Cornelius's arrest had brought Edmund a sign of good and although it probably wouldn't help him to find location, it did help him to know that they were here and most likely safe as well.
On the desk lay a book, the same book from earlier just open on a different page, but this time it had one of his sisters, Queen Susan's, gold and red colour arrow stuck into it.
The black haired Pevensie brother wrapped his hand and fingers around the arrows main body and pulled it out from the book. Before turning the book around, so that it was facing him. The book waould actually be quite an interesting read for Edmund, that was if he wasn't there when the book was written about him and his siblings.
Their Golden age.
Which wasn't so Golden now.
Edmund was slowly about to turn the page to see what had been written about them from after the day that they had left Narnia, by accident, and what the creatures had thought of them when they weren't there.
What they thought of them for the one thousand and three hundred years that they hadn't been here to help them. When the Telamarines had taken over Narnia and taken the Narnians on land and country away from them.
Not that Edmund knew that he was currently staying in a Telmarine castle with Telmarine Lords, with his siblings and Caspian's enemy.
"Can I help you, Edmund?" The King spun around hoping to see Doctor Cornelius, but he didn't and instead he saw Lord Sopespian walking towards him.
"No I just came to pick up a book that Doctor Cornelius said I could borrow to..." Edmund paused for a moment to think as he grabbed the book that had previously had Susan's beautifully made red and gold tipped arrow stuck in the page that the book was open on only moments before, "...to help me find my way back to where I need to get to."
"Did he?" The Lord Sopespian questioned him and Edmund began to have that strange feeling of uncertinity rush over him once again. He could feel it slowly swallowing him the longer that he remained here.
"Yes, now if you'll excuse me, I have some reading to do." Edmund said as he walked out of the room past the Lord ignoring everything and everyone that was around him at that point in time.
What Edmund didn't realise was the one mistake that he had made.
Next chapter we have the raid on the castle :)
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