Black And Blue
AllzStar
Lucy was right there to greet us when we finally arrived back at the How. She could see from the defeated way that everyone was walking that something terrible had happened. I was barely conscious: slumped against Peter as he helped me walk. Lucy ran over with her Fire-Flower Cordial.
"I'm going to have to pull this arrow out, Jaxx," Peter said gently. "Just bear with it until Lucy gets the potion in you. It's going to hurt."
I nodded, knowing I looked as pale as I felt.
Peter curled his fingers around the arrow and I winced. Just touching it hurt. I couldn't imagine what pulling it out would be like.
He yanked on it so suddenly I didn't have time to prepare myself. I cried out in pain as the agony stemmed itself everywhere in my body. It was worse than when the arrow had initially hit me.
Lucy quickly had a drop of her potion on my lips, and as it went down my throat a warm, tingly sensation spread through my whole being, then focused on where my wound was. There was a strange pinching sensation, then a pang of discomfort. And then—nothing. The wound was gone.
"What happened?" Lucy asked her brother, looking at the pitifully small number of recruits who returned.
"Ask him," Peter snapped, nodding towards Caspian.
I stood up straight and sighed. "Peter," I said warningly.
"Me?" Caspian asked incredulously. "You could have called it off; there was time."
"No, there wasn't, thanks to you," Peter retorted, turning back to face the Telmarine Prince. "If you had kept to the plan, those soldiers might still be alive right now."
"If you'd stayed here like I suggested, they definitely would be," Caspian retorted through his teeth.
"You called us, remember?" Peter cried.
Caspian glared down at the former High King. "My first mistake."
I tried to interject, but Peter was quick to counter. "No. Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people." Peter turned away.
"Hey!" Caspian yelled, the power in this cry making me jump.
I hadn't realized that Edmund had come to stand beside me until he placed his hand on my shoulder, as if trying to hold me back.
Peter turned around to face Caspian, his blue eyes wide and his mouth open.
Still gritting his teeth, Caspian spoke in a low, enraged tone. "I am not the one who abandoned Narnia."
"You invaded Narnia," Peter snapped, pointing an accusing finger at the taller boy. His voice raised in volume as Caspian tried to shove by him. "You have no more right to lead it than Miraz does!" Caspian was now walking away from Peter, from us. "You, him, you're father—" Caspian froze. "…Narnia's better off without the lot of you!"
A horrible battle cry flung itself from Caspian's mouth and both boys' swords were out and at each-other's throats in a heartbeat.
"STOP IT!" I yelled. Ignoring Edmund's protest, I drew Gemma and stepped between them.
Behind us, Edmund and Glenstorm were easing an injured Trumpkin to the ground. The dwarf's head was bleeding and he seemed near unconsciousness. Lucy immediately ran to him and fed him a drop of Fire-Flower juice. The dwarf coughed to life, and looked up at Susan and Lucy and all the other standing around him. "What are you all standing around for?"
Caspian had lowered his sword, but Peter did not. I met his blade with mine, glaring into his eyes, daring him to make a move lest he get more than a cut from me. We stood facing each-other, sword-to-sword, just staring at each-other.
Finally, Peter sheathed his sword. When I made sure he wasn't about to yank it out again, I put Gemma away.
Peter suddenly rushed forward and hugged me, holding me as if he'd never let go. I wrapped my arms around his waist and sighed, letting my cool heart melt again. I knew Peter cared about me, about Caspian, about the army. I knew he was only frustrated and guilty and looking for someone to blame. I knew I loved him more than anything else in the world.
When we finally drew apart we saw Lucy and Susan and Trumpkin and the others gathered together, discussing what had happened. But Caspian had vanished. "Caspian…?" I called.
"Come on," said Peter, taking my hand. "Let's go get cleaned up." He pulled me into the How.
Peter took a torch from the wall as we went so we wouldn't be blind. As we were making our way through the dark chambers, we began to hear people talking. Strange voices began to echo all around us. Automatically Peter and I travelled towards the sound. I realized we were getting closer to the Stone Table.
Just as we were coming around the bend I heard a voice I'd hoped never to hear again saying, "One drop of Adam's blood, my Prince…."
I exchanged a horrified look with Peter and we drew our swords. He kissed me quickly before rushing around the corner into the chamber. "Caspian! Stop!" he cried.
The scene before me both frightened and shocked me. In the arch where the carving of Aslan was, a great wall of ice had been created, and floating around, trapped, within it, was the White Witch. "Jadis," I muttered under my breath.
Caspian was standing before her, his bleeding palm stretched out to her extended hand. A large, wolf-like creature was forcing the boy forward, and a wizened up hag was creeping around as well. I knew right away that something was terribly wrong here.
Someone crashed into me from behind and I screamed. But it was only Edmund. "S-sorry, he murmured shyly. He ran forward to join Peter in the battle that had begun.
Snapping myself back to reality I moved in as well. Just as I was about to slash the werewolf from behind something slammed into me hard from the side. I was sent flying, and slammed into one of the columns supporting the tunnel. I cried out as I landed hard on my knees, but stood up as quick as I could. I couldn't see what had hit me, but I did see Caspian getting closer and closer to Jadis.
"Caspian!" I cried. I sprinted towards him and slammed into him with all my weight, knocking him over and taking myself down in the process. His rough armour tore into my skin as I landed on top of him, my face inches from his. Quickly recovering, I rolled off of him, my face burning. I hoped Peter had seen that, and if he had, understood that it was an accident.
"Peter, dear," a cool voice behind me said. "I missed you."
I spun around. Jadis was trying to coax Peter to free her now.
I grabbed his arm. "Peter. Don't."
He shrugged me off and lowered his sword to his palm.
"Don't!" I cried.
Suddenly a sword stuck itself through Jadis' middle from behind. She shrieked and screamed as the great ice slab shattered into a million pieces. Peter recovered quick enough to throw his arms around me, protecting me from the large chunks of ice showering down upon us.
When it was over we peered up to see Edmund standing right in front of the Aslan carving, his sword held above him. "I know," he said to Peter, "you had it sorted."
I laughed and went to hug him. "Well done, Ed."
He didn't hug me back.
*
I couldn't help but wince as the warm, medicated water made contact with my wounds. The large scratches that Caspian's armour had created on my stomach burned as the medicine healed them. I didn't want to waste Lucy's cordial potion on scratches, but this way was a lot more painful.
There were four long scratches, and the longest ran from just under my breast to my hip bone. Starting just under my breasts, I wrapped the bandage around me all the way down to just above my hips where I tied it. I pulled my undershirt down over it and then pressed the wet cloth to the gash on my knee, biting my lip as it seared.
Once I had finally finished nursing and bandaging my wounds I stood up and went to fetch another dress from my trunk. My blue one was completely ruined: torn at the knees and stomach, with a large, bloody hole in the back where the arrow had pierced me.
I selected a smoky grey dress and was just about to pull it on when Peter came around the screen, shirtless and still wearing his dirty breeches, his hair dripping wet.
My first instinct was to cover up the fact that I was only wearing my underwear, but the expression on his face was so strange I forgot that I was barely clothed. "Peter…?"
He closed the distance in between us in two strides. His lips crashed down on mine before I had time to breathe. I dropped the dress as he pressed himself into me so forcefully I nearly lost my balance. I backed into the table where the water and medicine was and everything went crashing to the floor. But Peter had his arms locked around me tightly, and I happily accepted the fact that he wasn't about to let go.
We came up for breath only long enough to fall onto my cot. I pulled him onto me and our lips locked again. I twined my hands into his wet hair as his hands explored my body just as his tongue explored my mouth. This was the most intimate we had ever been.
He pulled my undershirt over my head. I ran my hands along his arms as they went up, smiling at him, trying to get his tense expression to loosen up.
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly.
Looking into his eyes harden than I'd ever done before, I nodded. "Yes."
He launched himself at me once again, and we sank into a wonderful bliss.
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