Edmund

"Slave traders." Caspian said. At the same time, the bells started ringing and men came down ropes from the ceiling. I took out my sword and started to fight. I was fighting two at a time. They weren't the best swordsmen I'd ever seen, but then again, I lived with Peter. Finally, I killed one of them and injured the other. Just then tough, I heard a familiar scream and the doors opened. A man came in. He was dressed in loose pants and a shirt and was wearing a turban on his dark long hair. His hand was on a knife, pressed against my cousin's throat.

"Unless you want to hear this one scream like a girl again, I say you drop you weapons."

"Like a girl?!" Eustace said. The chief, it seemed, dug deeper with his dagger.

I dropped mine reluctantly. I saw Lucy throw her dagger at the ground and Peter and Caspian gently bringing their weapons down. Susan's bow was already on the ground and she seemed to be fixing her dress, I didn't know why that would help, though. Then, the traders grabbed us.

"Let me go!"

"I am your king!"

"You don't know what you're doing!"

"I order you to put me down!"

"Take these three to the dungeons! We'll put these ladies in the market!" they started moving, throwing us about. I heard shouts of distress and realized some of those were mine.

"Caspian!"

"Susan!"

"Susan! Lucy! Edmund!"

"Edmund! Peter!"

"Lucy!" I shouted.

There was fire in Caspian and Peter's eyes. There was distress in Lucy's, and depression in Susan's. Poor Susan. Finally reunited with her love and now he was being taken away from her, right before her eyes. Meanwhile, Eustace's eyes were filled with hatred. They weren't directed at the traders, but at Caspian, Lucy, Peter, Susan, and me. It's not like it's our fault! In fact, had it been any other one out there and we would not be here right now! Peter, Caspian, and I could have taken him down easily, even if the Chief had snuck up behind us. Susan would have poked him with her arrow or shot him if he was far away. Lucy could have escaped, she was fast and small. But no! It had to be Eustace. And now, he blames us!

I struggled to get free of my capturer's grasp, but he was too strong. After Peter had knocked the wind out of his, they had sent in reinforcements. Now, he was restrained by two. Caspian stepped on his foot and then punched him in the gut. At this, he let go, giving Caspian the opportunity to run, straight at my sister. He was almost there, when two more jumped on him. He fell to the ground, his nose bleeding. Susan screamed and screamed, but with no use except to get threatened with a knife at her throat. Lucy was crying, and I didn't blame her, it was a truly horrible sight.

They took Lucy, Susan, and Eustace out of the church, to the market. Meanwhile, they took me, Caspian, and Peter down a flight of stairs that I had not noticed before. I could hear the traders whispering:

"Why are we taking these fine men to the dungeons?"

"They are dangerous you idiot!" Strangely, I felt a gush of pride. I was being treated as an equivalent to Peter and Caspian, who had always been held as superior. I didn't see why they should be. Sure, they were the most handsome young men in Narnia. Peter, with his short blonde hair and blue eyes. And Caspian, with his wavy brown hair and warm brown eyes. But looks aren't everything. And then, I realized, they didn't just have looks, they were excellent swordsmen, mighty kings, fierce fighters, and kind people. But I am all of that too! I thought. Usually, the amount of attention they got didn't bother me. I don't want attention. I just want to be equal.

"There you go!" I was pushed against the hard cell floor, which took me out of my thinking. Then, the guards locked the door and left. As soon as they were out of sight, Peter started pounding the cell bars. Caspian had retreated to a far corner of the cell, his head in his knees. He was crying. I had never seen him cry before, or Peter. But then I realized, this guy had been through a lot. First, his father dies, then his mother, then he is betrayed by the only family member he trusts, then he is left alone by the girl he loves to rule a kingdom, then he finally finds her again, only to have her taken away from him. And he still made it look easy.

When Peter finally gave up, he went to console him. I guess he had much practice, helping Susan get through her trauma. Still, it felt strange, seeing Caspian break down like that and Peter helping him. I didn't have much more time to think about that, though.

"Who are you?" asked a quivering voice from another dark corner. I thought we were alone. Quickly, Caspian wiped away his tears and stood up. Instantly, he looked powerful and strong again.

"High King Peter." He said.

"Umm, Edmund. I mean King Edmund." I said, trying to look good.

"Hmm, you remind me of a king I once served." The stranger said, looking at Caspian.

"Lord Bern?"

"Was, now no longer deserving of that title." The lord said.

"You used to serve my father." Caspian said, straightening up a little. "I am King Caspian, the Tenth." The Lord fell on his knees, asking for forgiveness for not having bowed before.

"You need to get out of here! As fast as you can!" Then, we heard a little sound coming from the hall. Lord Bern retreated to his corner, where he was almost impossible to make out. All of our hands automatically travelled to our waist, where we keep our swords, but sadly, these had been confiscated.

"Your Majesties!"

"I!" We all said at once. He started picking the lock with his sword until we heard a faint click. All of us, including Lord Bern, came out.

"Let's rescue the rest." Reep said. I couldn't agree more. He told us the plan, and we set out.

Once outside, we could see everyone that getting sold. Lucy, Susan, and Eustace. I hoped we weren't too late.

"50!"

"60!"

"100 for the little lady!"

"Sold!" oh no, we were too late to save Lucy. We could deal with that later, because now, it was Susan's turn.

"150!"

"200!"

"250!" I was amazed at how much people would pay for my sister.

"1,000!"

"Sold!" he pushed her off the stage and she fell to the ground. She started fixing her dress again, and then I saw it, she pulled out an arrow, only to be cut at lightning speed by her owner. She smirked and started struggling again. I looked at Caspian. He wasn't there! He must have bought Susan, and she knows. Eustace was sold. Then, the man that had Lucy pulled off his hood.

"For Narnia!"