Two days later Cor and Corin were inside the castle playing chess. Both were excited because the Narnian monarchs were coming. They had come to see them more as friends than as monarchs from another country. Both Cor and Corin looked up to them, especially High King Peter and King Edmund.
However for Cor there was one big problem. Both kings were especially attentive to him and his brother. That meant that there was a good chance that he would get caught. He really was scared of that happening. He would rather have them catch him than his father or Corin, but both would find out if either of the two Narnian kings caught him or saw his arms. It had gotten where his left arm was covered in cuts, so he had started cutting his right arm. Using his left hand was a bit awkward, but it was managable. This meant that if either of his arms were exposed he would probably be caught. He knew he had to stop soon, but he just didn't know how. He had cut four seperate times with multiple cuts each time in the last two days and both of his arms were extremely sore. He hated cutting himself most of the time, but when he got the urge to do it, he wanted to, even though he knew that he should not and if he were to be honest with himself, when he did it, deep down he did not want to. Part of him wanted to, part of him did not. How are you supposed to so what is right when you cannot even tell what you want to do and what you do not want to do?
He was jarred from his thoughts by an irritated Corin's words, "Are you even interested in this? I told you that it was your move."
"Sorry," Cor said quietly. How could he have been so dumb? He was too sensitive, he knew, but it still hurt, even though it shouldn't have.
Half an hour later Cor and Corin were still sitting there, now finishing the game of chess. It was Cor's move when Corin glanced out the window and then, jumping up said, "They're here, they're here!"
Corin was already running down the stairs by the time Cor was out of the room. He was still nervous about the visit. High King Peter and King Edmund always made a point to spend time with him and Corin. He hadn't been able to convince himself that everything would be okay. He was almost scared.
By the time he had gotten downstairs the four monarchs and their guards were all getting off of their horses. His father was already greeting them and Corin was hugging them. But Cor simply stayed back a bit and watched. Finally, a couple of minutes later, Corin looked at him impatiently and he walked over to greet them.
What Cor didn't know, was that as he walked over to greet them, his sleeve had slipped up just a bit. Just enough for Peter and Edmund to notice and they did. Exchanging a glance, the two kings said what words could not, where they were. They were going to have to have a talk with Cor. It wouldn't be fun, but it was neccessary, and they both hoped that it would do some good.
A/N: I know it was short, but it the chapters will get longer as the story goes on. So what did you think? Do you have any ideas? I would love to know what you think. I appreciate reviews, they encourage me to keep writing.
A/N 2: New poll up, and it is up. I apologize for the delay, but I have been having computer trouble.
A/N 3: A Narnian Mystery was updated this morning and it should be updated again tomorrow, hopefully with a longer chapter. Thanks for reading.
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Ashleigh