Relight My Moon (Book 2 sequel) Peter Pevensie Romance

This is a Bad, Very Bad Idea

Peter had suddenly called a meeting the next day for all the Narnians gathered in the Stone Table room.

I stood next to the Stone Table with my arms crossed while Lucy sat on the Table.

"It's only the matter of time," Peter was saying. "Miraz's men and war machines are on their way. That means those same men aren't protecting his castle."

"What do you suppose we do, sire?" Reepicheep asked.

"We-" Caspian started.

"Our-" Peter said at the same time as Caspian. He shot Caspian a look who concedes.

"Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us," Peter continued.

Vines started creeping along the dirt floor and produced little sharp thorns. Lucy reached over and squeezed my hand. The vines retreated a few steps.

"But that's crazy, no one has ever taken the castle!" Caspian exclaimed.

For once I agreed with him.

"There's always a first time," Peter replied.

My vines creeped closer to him.

"But we have the advantage here!" Caspian insisted.

"If we dig in, we could probably hold them off indefinitely," Susan suggested.

Peter scowled at this. Apparently he didn't like that Susan and I were talking Caspian's side.

"I, for one, feel safer underground," Trufflehunter spoke up.

"Look I appreciate what you've done, but this isn't a fortress, it's a tomb," Peter told them.

Is it really, Peter? I thought.

"Yes, and if they're smart, they'll just wait and starve us out," Edmund pointed out.

"We could collect nuts!" Pattertwig, the squirrel pipped up

"Yes, and throw them at the Telmarines!" Reepicheep replied sarcastically. "Shut up!"

"I think you know where I stand, sire," he said to Peter.

He turned to Glenstorm. "If I get your troops in, can you handle the guards?"

"Or die trying, my liege," he replied after a long pause. This told me he knew the dangers of the attack.

"That's exactly what I'm worried about," Lucy spoke up.

"Sorry?" Peter asked, turning to her.

"Well, you'll all acting like there are only two options: dying here or dying there," Lucy pointed out.

Wow, Lucy is wise, I thought.

"I'm not sure you've really been listening Lu," Peter replied.

"No you're not listening!" Lucy shot back. "Or have you forgotten who really defeated the White Witch, Peter?"

Peter frowned at her. "I think we've waited for Aslan long enough."

I clenched my fists, my anger rising. Vines shot up from the ground like angry sea creatures. "I don't think you 'have' waited for Aslan, at all!" I roared.

Peter just turned and walked off but I stomped my foot causing a rock pillar to shoot up from the ground and block the only way out. All the Narnians and Caspian looked shocked even scared but the Pevensies acted like it has happened every day.

"I'm not done yet!" I demanded.

"Lower the wall, Layla," Peter ordered calmly.

"Never, never in my fifteen years of being the Guardian did we ever step into a battle without consulting Aslan first!" My vines produced longer thorns. "And when we didn't, we suffered great damage."

I walked up to him. "I did not earn my battle scars from the battles we won nor did I accept this duty as the Guardian by choice but to keep you, all four of you, alive!"

A vine slapped Peter across the face. "So don't you come back to me for help when the damage happens and you lose half your army."

I stomped to the entrance. "This isn't the you I remember," I spoke softly. "Never have I been afraid of being the Guardian, until now." With that I waved my hand and the rock wall before me crumbled like paper and my vines disappeared. Then I stormed out of the room.

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Edmund's POV

We watched Layla storm off angrily. All the Narnians and Caspian were in a stunned silence. None of them knew she could do that.

"Layla's right, Peter," Susan pointed out. "This isn't who you once were."

She sent him a pointed look and turned to the door. "Better get those cuts cleaned up before we leave for the raid tonight." Then she left with Lucy.

I stood up.

"Ed, what am I to do? She clearly hates me now," Peter asked me as I passed him on my way out.

I looked at him, "She doesn't hate you, Peter, she hates who you've become."

He looked down. "I just wanted things to be back to normal."

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Then maybe you should stop trying and start listening for once."

I walked out the door to find Layla.