The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)

Chapter 18 *edited*

Not a sound was made in the dead of night. Through Aslan's camp, all was silent, in incredible contrast to the earlier noises of loud Faun songs and laughter, Lucy's shrieks as Noah piggybacked her around the fire, or Susan's laughter as he taught her to dance. Orange ashes slowly shrank to grey, the last signs of the earlier bonfire fading away to the still night air, the usually whispering wind hushed. It was an eerily peaceful mood, like the calm before the storm.

Rather far away from the camp, two figures laughed in the darkness. Stars twinkled knowingly above them, as the two sat overlooking the sea, legs dangling over the cliff in a free-spirited way. Hadre couldn't be more at home than he was now. He could imagine his mother, sitting right here, enjoying this very view that he now looked over with his uncle, Dulus.

Neither of them noticed the strange way the woods stayed silent, or how the wind no longer bothered them. It was as if everything had gone to pay respects to something else. Not that it was important. All that mattered were the words tumbling out of Dulus' mouth. The stories he told, of Hadre's Mum, and their friends. The times they had. The memories shared.

"One time, my mates and I were out late, flirting with stars, - they are incredibly pretty, you see - and we decided to try to impress them. We made a bet with each other, to prove that we're brave. Everyone had to go jump off the cliff, and if you didn't, you had to pay everyone that did it some money.

"So we came out to this very cliff, hyping the ladies up, bragging." He chuckled a little. "We must've looked like such idiots, but the stars played along. However, when we got here, your mum was sitting on the edge, laughing so hard she might've fallen of if we hadn't come. I asked what was wrong, and she said that she had never heard anything more hilarious than the conversation that she had just eavesdropped on. We didn't get it, but she explained that she had overheard everything we just said. All the hype, the dares, everything. She found it hilarious. But when my friend Tumnus actually jumped of, she stopped and stared. Shocked, she was, that someone as sensible as Tumnus would actually jump of a cliff for something as silly as a girl. Especially since, being a girl herself, she knew it would never have worked. Scarred, I reckon. Scarred for the rest of her life."

Hadre nearly fell off the cliff himself in his laughter. See, to others, it may not seem like much of a funny story, but Hadre had once been in the exact position as Tumnus.

He had suddenly gotten feelings for a girl named Claudia, who was incredibly pretty, and at least fifteen. In a desperate attempt to get her attention, he had started boasting about his sword fighting abilities. He had boasted so much that one of the guys nearby had challenged him to a sword fight. It went on for a good fifteen minutes before Hadre had lost, his sword flung away from him by his opponent (who's looks could be likened to that of a gorilla).

Seeing Claudia approaching, he puffed out his chest and said,

"Well I held my own for quite a while."

"Maybe," Claudia's sweet, calm voice had floated past his ears, enchanting him again. "But he won." She pointed to the gorilla. "Well done babe." She kissed him, before walking out with him, hand in hand. Never again had he developed a crush on a girl.

He was so happy to be back with his family. Dulus distracted him from Evelyn. From the war. From his betrayal, and how the witch had left him alone.

However, back at camp, someone else was not so fortunate.

Surrounded by her complete family for the first time in a while, she thought a good nights sleep would finally be at hand. But none such luck.

Lucy tossed and turned, twisting around in her sheets until they were wrapped so tightly around her that she couldn't move. No position was right. She just couldn't sleep. Sighing, she started to untangle her sheets from her legs, noticing a large shadow outside her tent. She stumbled from her covers, nearly face planting on the earth floor of her tent.