The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)

Chapter 14

"Now block! And spin! Good!" Evelyn smiled a little at Peters progress. She was surprised at how good he was with a sword when they first started the 'lesson'. Of course, Orieus had taught him and his brother a bit of swordfighting on horseback, but she didn't think he would be as good as he was.

When they first started to duel, just to get an idea of where Peter was at, Peter thought he was going to beat her. She seemed shocked at his skill, and had to quickly switch her grip and adjust her position, having taken a stance that would make it a little easier for him to show how good he was, and he would've disarmed her if she hadn't changed it.

Unfortunately, though he was good with the defense and grip, his stance and posture was terrible, and he was nowhere near as good as she had thought at offense. Maybe that was Edmund's thing. The young boy stood outside the area where they had been fighting, waiting for his turn to enter the arena to duel Evelyn. So far it had been forty-five minutes with no such luck.

But Evelyn couldn't stop, and Peter didn't want to. He was progressing so much, but he was clearly tired, and Evelyn wanted to see how good Edmund was. However they kept going another ten minutes, just to be around each other, just to be so close, and they were having fun.

As Evelyn ducked and twirled, glimpsing Edmunds face as she span. He looked disappointed and bored, but clearly amused. Why?

"Okay, I think that's enough for now." Evelyn stood up straight, swinging Peters sword out of his hand and into the grass a few meters away with ease. "Ed, why don't you get out here. Peter, have a rest."

Edmund walked out to the middle of the arena, back straight but clearly a little nervous.

"Can I call you that, by the way?" Evelyn asked with a reassuring smile.
"What?"
"Ed."
"Umm...sure." Edmund smiled, before suddenly launching at Evelyn. The boy was proud to say that Evelyn looked a little startled at his sudden attack, but quickly recovered, playing defense for a while, moving around the rim of the arena as Edmund launched attack after attack. He was far too good for a thirteen year old boy. The way he gripped the sword was like he had been doing this his whole life, and he moved the blade like it was an extension of his arm. It reminded her of Hadre.

Hadre.

Why was she so suddenly thinking of him? Why now? She hadn't thought of him since she ran into the Pevensies, so what on earth made her think of him now?

Maybe it was because she missed him. He was her first friend here in Narnia, and had kept her secret, even when it could've cost him his life. There were only two other people she could think of that would do that. Lucy and Noah.

Maybe it was because she knew now that she could help him. She could help him like Lucy helped her. Free him from the Witches grasp. He could join her, and help defeat the witch. Lock her underground and destroy her magic. And Narnia would be Narnia again.

And maybe it was her imagination, her longing to help him, her wishing to see her friend again, but she could've sworn that she saw his silvery-grey hair reflecting the sun atop the nearest hill, looking down and watching her fight, analyzing her stance and grip. But that was all a dream. He was far away, hunting the wrong side to achieve the goal of the people he was trying to kill.

How messed up this world was.

Wait. She whipped her head back around. There was something up there. Something that reflected the sun, blinding her a little as she focused on it. It was rather tall. Maybe a centaur?

No, it was definitely a human.

A human with Silvery-grey hair.

One that kept coming closer.