Flatline ⤞ Peter Pevensie [2]

xiv

Fallon hadn't expected her day to start off by sword fighting with Felix. Yet the blond had showed up to the training field where the girl had been sharpening her knives, had thrown her a sword and they'd been duelling ever since.

"You know," Felix said as the two blades intercepted once again, "I'm glad you ended up talking to Peter."

Fallon swung her sword under Felix's feet, trying to have him fall, but the boy jumped up just in time.

"I don't know what you're talking about," the girl replied.

Felix let out a chuckle, his sweat soaked hair falling on his forehead as he stepped back from another swing.

"Right, sorry—" he swung again. "I'm guessing there wasn't much talking."

Fallon jabbed her sword forward aggressively at that, her focus shifting.

Noticing her small misstep, Felix smirked. "Don't think I didn't see you leaving his tent this morning."

Fallon groaned then. Within a second, Felix was standing with his hands in the air, sword on the floor and the girl's blade to his throat.

"So," he laughed at Fallon's expression, "you two finally made up? In . . . multiple ways, I'm guessing. And multiple times—"

"Oh, for Aslan's sake, Felix," Fallon groaned as she stepped away from the blond, sheathing her sword.

"What?" The boy laughed, "It's not like it's a bad thing. Kat and I, we used to do it everywhere all the time. You know, we were in the armoury once—"

"Felix, don't take this the wrong way, but I really don't need to hear about your sex stories." She thought for a second. "Again."

Felix let out a chuckle again as he picked his sword off the ground, heading to where the brunette was now standing.

"Alright, but seriously," he started, "I'm glad you two figured things out. We don't know what this war's going to bring us, and . . . well, I'm just glad things went back to normal between you two."

Fallon smiled at him, and was about to add something when Edmund's voice echoed through the field.

"Fallon!"

Both Hunters turned towards the King.

Edmund had a serious expression on his face as he spoke. "It's time."

§

"Fallon," Edmund started as the two walked towards the Telmarine camp, a giant and Glenstorm at their sides, "why are you coming along? I understand you might want to protect me and all, but—"

"I'm not your bodyguard, Ed," the girl replied. "Yes, I need to protect you and your family, but I'm your friend first. I'm merely coming along to see the show. You can perfectly protect yourself, anyways."

Edmund gave the girl a small smile, which quickly faded as the four reached the camp borders,

A guard was standing by a post, kicking rocks on the ground.

Fallon let out a cough after exchanging an exasperated look with the King.

The guard's head snapped up, and he quickly straightened his back.

"Take us to Miraz." Fallon's voice sounded light. Bored, even. As if she could think of a thousand places she'd rather be in the moment.

The guard scoffed at her tone. "His Majesty most likely doesn't want to be disturbed."

"Actually," Fallon started again, "he'll want to be disturbed by this."

Edmund extended the parchment towards the guard, whose eyes widened as he read it. He recomposed himself as he turned towards the Huntress once again.