Lost - Edmund Pevensie

Chapter Forty-Three

AN: Heyy! Early chapter cause why not? Have fun reading it and I hope everyone has a nice day.

She sat leaning on the wall with the book cleverly positioned on her knees so that it wouldn't fall. The window next to her gave just enough moonlight to barely see the words etched on the page.

It was late in the night, probably early morning if she had to guess. Lucy and Gael had fallen asleep hours ago. Lucy had made Madelyn promise that she wouldn't stay up too long. Another broken promise.

It was at the point in the night, however, that her eyes could barely stay open. For the past few minutes, she felt as if her eyes were being pulled down by weights and soon enough, she could no longer fight it. Her eyes finally closed, leading her to sleep.

"Madelyn," there was the slightest whisper that wasn't even enough to wake her.

"Madelyn," she turned her head the other way, groaning lightly, but still not waking.

"Madelyn," the voice came louder this time, making her awake with a start and open her eyes.

She looked around, searching for the source of the voice. However, Lucy and Gael were both still asleep, and other than the three girls, the room was empty. The voice seemingly came from nobody.

Her eyebrows drew in, but finding nobody anywhere around her, she was just about to chalk it up to her overactive imagination. That was when she heard it again.

"Madelyn," the voice sent a shiver down her spine and it was far too real for her to simply ignore it.

She took the book off her lap, setting it down beside her, and slowly standing up. This time when she scanned the room, she noticed something she hadn't before. The door was open, letting in a dim glow. She was so sure that the door had been slowed the last time she looked.

She turned back once again, glancing towards Lucy before slowly advancing on towards the door. She tiptoed out of the door, being careful not to make a single sound. Madelyn gently closed the door behind her as she peered out into the narrow hallway to find it absolutely empty with the only source of light being the small lamps on the walls. This late at night, everything had a lonely shadow.

Madelyn stood outside the door with her eyes fixed on the other end of the passageway.

"Madelyn," the whisper was back and it captured her attention as nothing else had before.

"Madelyn," the whisper pulled every fiber of her being toward it.

"Madelyn," it encapsulated her mind and she knew of nothing other than the whisper.

A chill hit her body almost out of nowhere. It had gotten cold all of a sudden. Cold enough for her to shiver slightly. She flinched, gasping in, and frantically looking around herself. All of a sudden, she was once again aware of her surroundings.

She was on the upper deck, standing in front of the railing overlooking the sea. She had no memory of actually walking there. The air felt heavy as slight panic started settling in her chest.

"Madelyn!" It was no longer a whisper. The voice was loud and clear, coming from right behind her. She closed her eyes before opening them and slowly turning around.

As she turned, she saw the man to whom the voice belonged.

Miraz. He stood there in front of her, very much alive, unlike the last time she had seen him on the battlefield. This had to be a dream.

Madelyn's breaths got quicker as she looked up at him. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she was so very afraid of him.

"You're not real." Her voice was barely a whisper and it was nothing near steady.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked with a sinister smile that made her want to scream.

"How do you know that this all isn't a dream?" He asked her, gesturing around to the ship and she shook her head. He was the dream, not the Dawn Treader.

She repeated the words "he's not real" over and over in her head, to remind herself of the fact. But his voice was oddly persuasive, slowly convincing her that all this had never happened and that the only real thing here was him.

"How do you know you aren't slowly dying in the Telmarine castle? This is all a dream." He was speaking in a normal voice but she felt as if his voice was loudly echoing in her ears.

"Stop." Her voice felt like nothing compared to his.

"Madelyn," he called her name again, making her cover her ears with her hands and shake her head.

She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to convince herself that this was a dream. She could still hear him calling out to her, trying to persuade her that he was real.

"No! You're not real!" She screamed as loud as she could, squeezing her eyes shut.

The voice stopped. All that was left was complete silence. She slowly took her hands off her ears and then opened her eyes. She was scared that when she opened them again, she would find him still standing there in front of her.

But when she looked around herself Miraz was nowhere to find. He had disappeared, leaving her alone on the deck.

She took a deep breath before quickly moving towards the door that led to the lower deck, not wanting to stand there any longer. The upper deck gave her a feeling that she didn't like one bit.

She rushed through the small pathways before abruptly stopping.

She knew that she could no longer sleep so there was no point in going back to the room and trying. She turned to find her way to where Edmund was.

Finally reaching where Edmund was, she saw him lying on the hammock. As quietly as she could, trying not to wake anyone else in the room, she approached Edmund.

"Ed," she didn't speak louder than a whisper.

Edmund didn't even move.

"Edmund," she called a bit louder than before but again, he didn't even move.

"Edmund!"

Within a split second, Edmund sat up and retrieved the sword from its sheath, and thrust it out where she was standing right against her neck.

She gasped, jumping back. "Ed," she called out to him.

Edmund finally realized what he was doing and immediately lowered his sword. At first, he was confused but his expression quickly changed to worry.

"Madelyn?" He said.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry." He said.

Behind Edmund, Caspian jolted awake, looking between the two with a confused look in his eyes.

"I can't sleep," Madelyn said, looking between the two. Her voice was soft and small. She sounded deeply disturbed.

As she said that, Lucy walked in behind her and stood beside her.

"Me neither." Lucy looked pale as if she'd seen a ghost. Little did they know, to Lucy, what she had experienced was far worse than a simple ghost.

"Let me guess. Bad dreams?" Asked Edmund with a knowing look in his eyes.

Edmund looked between Caspian, Lucy, and Madelyn.

"So either we're all going mad, or something's playing with our minds." He said, reluctantly. He looked at Madelyn and then at his sister with concern in his eyes.

Madelyn looked at him, not liking the sound of what he had said one bit.

Edmund laid back on the hammock, putting his hands on his face, frustratedly.

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"You doubt yourself." The Kings circled each other.

"You're a child!"

"Caspian!" Madelyn said, stepping forward.

"And you're a spineless sap!"