A Narnian December || Winter one shots

War at Christmas

Prompt: War at Christmas (I couldn't think on another title 😅)

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"When are they coming home?" 

Susan looked up, sighing sadly. "They said they'd be home for Christmas." She murmered. 

Lucy bit her lip. "But it's Christmas tomorrow." She whispered, staring out the window at the dark, cloudy sky. 

Susan stared at her. "I know." She breathed. "But war doesn't care about Christmas Lu."

Lucy turned slowly back to her sister. "Do you reckon they're both okay?" She asked quietly, sounding upset. 

Susan hesitated. "I'm sure they're both just fine." She murmered, but she couldn't of been more wrong.

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Edmund bit his lip, pushing himself to stand and leaning against his sword as grit his teeth, keeping back a scream at the pain it caused to stand up. 

He glanced slowly around the dark, snow covered woods, taking a deep breath. The army they'd gone to war against had easily outnumbered them, and they had a good plan... to separate the Kings from the soldiers and kill them. 

Luckily Edmund had managed to kill the ones that had come after him, only after being separated though, and now he had no idea where he was, or where his brother was. 

Peter had obviously been separated too, but after that Edmund didn't know what had happened, so now his next mission was to find his brother. 

"P - Peter!" He cried out, voice cracking. He took a step forward, using his sword almost like a crutch, before stopping, pain shooting up his leg and across his torso. He stopped, glancing down and swallowing hard. 

There was a huge gash going down his leg, so deep he was almost sure he could see bone, and he didn't even need to look to know his ribs were broken. Not to mention how exhausted he was and how every muscle he had ached like hell. 

Edmund took a deep, shaky breath and rooted himself. He had to find his brother, he had to know if he was okay. 

So gritting his teeth, he began walking, calling for his brother every now and then. 

He was cold and it was dark, but he carried on. He could tell it wasn't late, definitely not Christmas yet, and he prayed that they'd be home by tomorrow morning, although he didn't know how likely that would be. 

He walked for ages, before finally spotting Peter. 

His older brother was sat against a tree, gripping his side with a look of pain on his face. Other than whatever was wrong with his side, he didn't look injured, and Edmund quickly hurried over. 

Peter must of heard someone coming, for he grabbed his sword which lay in the snow beside him and swung around, gasping in pain but his eyes going wide when he saw his little brother. 

"It - It's me Pete." Edmund sighed, shaking his head and crossing the small distance separating them, collapsing beside Peter with a sigh. 

He wasn't even surprised when he was suddenly crushed against his brother's chest, and forced himself not to scream in pain as he ribs protested. He knew Peter needed this hug, and if he was honest, so did Edmund. 

"Thank Aslan you're okay." Peter choked, eventually pulling away. "I was so worried. Are you hurt?" 

Edmund nodded down at his leg. "Rather badly." He sighed, and Peter looked horrified at the gash. "And some of my ribs are definitely broke too."