Lost - Edmund Pevensie

Chapter Forty-Eight

AN: Hey guys! I'm back and I took my test literally today. I probably completely failed it but whatever were not going to think about that. Anyway, this chapter is really really short. I wanted to put a chapter out but I did not have to energy to write a full length so here's a shorter one. Also, how crazy is it that we're almost done with this book?

They all stood on the upper deck, looking at the dark island that was getting larger and closer by the minute. The island was intimidating, surrounded by jagged rocks. Nobody spoke too much. But then again, what would they speak of? It was clear none of them were ready to face what the island brought, but they would all do it. They would fight for Narnia.

Finally, after what felt like hours of silence, Tavros spoke. "So, what do you think is in there?" Madelyn didn't want to think of it. She had no idea what might be there and she wished she didn't have to find out.

There could be anything on that island. She had a feeling that the island held the most terrifying things.

"Our worst nightmares," said Edmund, clenching his jaw slightly. Madelyn glanced up at him for a split second before turning her head back to face the front.

She could tell what was on his mind. She knew that just like her, Edmund had also been having nightmares lately. The white witch was still on his mind, with no sign of leaving. Especially now that they were near the island.

"Our darkest wishes," Caspian's eyes were fixed on the island that they were approaching. His eyes darkened as he thought of it, pushing any fear away.

"Pure evil," Drinian said, turning back to look at them before walking towards Tavros.

"Tavros, unlock the armory." Ordered Drinian, as he stood next to Drinian.

"My Lord," Tavros nodded and started moving towards the armory.

"Archers!" Drinian called out, "prepare yourselves," he told them.

"Aye, Captain," said the archers, springing into action.

"Light the lanterns!" Yelled Tavros.

Caspian turned to the rest of them who stood next to him, "Let's get ready," Madelyn nodded, starting towards the doors that led to the lower deck.

Standing in front of a mirror, Madelyn tightened the armor around her body. She grabbed her sword and looked at it for a moment.

She ran a finger along the sharp edge, feeling the cold metal. The shiny and smooth metal, reflected light off of it, shining bright. As she looked at the sword, a small smile made its way onto her lips. The sword felt familiar in her hands and her mind immediately went back to all the times she had trained with it and used it.

She remembered practicing over and over. She remembered the first time she had ever used a sword. It was when she had dueled Edmund and ended up needing stitches.

It was as if the sword had never left her hand in the first place. Standing there, she could feel the familiar buzz that she would feel before battles the last time she had been in Narnia. She hadn't felt this way in a long time, but the energy that coursed through her veins felt good.

Sheathing the sword, she picked up a smaller dagger and tucked it tight into her waistband just in case she might need it. She then tightened the belt around her waist and tugged on the armor, making sure it would stay on tight.

She took a deep breath before walking out of the room. Edmund was right outside. He came to a stop in front of her.

"I was just coming to see you," He said softly, with a small smile on his face. She couldn't help but feel déjà vu from the last battle they'd fought together.

She smiled, noticing something familiar in his hand. It was a sword, but not just any sword. It was a sword that they all knew well.

"Peter's sword." She said, looking at it. Edmund nodded, twisting it in his hand.

"I think this is going to be fun," she said with a cocked eyebrow, making him laugh.

"You do?" He asked with amused eyes, stepping closer to her.

"Think about it. You and I with swords in our hands, fighting. When has that not been fun?" She said with a small smirk.

He tilted his head slightly, chuckling.

He ran his tongue over his teeth before pulling her in by her waist for a short kiss. Even though it was short, it was enough to give her butterflies.

***

"No matter what happens here, every soul who stands before me has earned their place on the crew of the Dawn Treader." Said Caspian to the crew.

They were getting close to the island. Close enough that the green fog around the island was now surrounding them too. It was enough to cloud make the path in front of them.

"Together, we have traveled far. Together, we have faced adversity. Together, we can do it again. So now is not the time to fall to fear's temptations. Be strong, never give in. Our world- our Narnian lives- depend on it. Think of the lost souls we're here to save." Caspian stood in front of them all as he spoke.

When he spoke of lost souls, Madelyn's mind went back to Gail's mother. That thought made her more determined. She would help bring that girl her mother back no matter what.

"Think of Aslan. Think of Narnia." Caspian's eyes flickered down to them before he walked towards them.

"For Narnia!" Yelled the crew, over and over, bringing a confident smile to Caspian's face.