Lost and Found

46: It was finaly taking its toll

The second Edmund was pulled to his feet, he struggled, pulling against the mans grip even if it caused him agony, and it clearly surprised the man.

Peter took this chance too, pulling with all his might he broke through the ropes securing his wrists behind him, pulled out his sword and placed the tip to the guys neck, causing both him and Edmund to freeze. "You either let my brother go or I will end your life right here and right now." He spat.

The man seemed to think for a moment, before smirking. "Your brother will never be free." He whispered. "Because he will die, die whilst he still legally belongs to me, you will never get the chance to save him."

And before anyone could stop him, he'd taken his dagger and stabbed it in the one spot he could reach, Edmunds stomach.

Edmund didn't make a single sound as he doubled over, his eyes squeezing shut as he slipped to the ground, where he landed with a thud in the sand.

Peter didn't even scream his brothers name, too shocked to make much noise, and his head snapped back up to meet the man's eyes.

He saw the pure evil in them, the victory and the joy. The joy at stabbing an innocent person, at stabbing Peter's little brother, his world, his everything, and Peter saw red.

Before he'd even known what had happened, his sword sliced along the man's neck, slitting his throat and sending him crashing to the ground beside Edmund.

Peter wanted to help his brother, but realised the seriousness of his actions the second one of the guards charged at him.

But Peter was beyond seeing now, he easily killed any guard that came near him, and Orious soon joined in to, protecting his Kings at all costs.

At last there was one man standing, who looked extremely hesitant to do anything after seeing what had happened to the others, and just as Orious went to walk over to him, Peter stopped him. "Leave that one alive." He snapped.

Orious frowned, confused. "Your majesty?" He questioned.

Peter, aware of his brother on the ground behind him said what he needed to say as quickly as humanly possible. "He will be kept alive and sent back to that house with a warning, he will tell everybody that if anybody from Calormen so much as sets foot in Narnia, they will instantly be brought before me and killed right then and there, do I make myself clear?"

The gaurd, looking absolutely terrified, nodded his head quickly before turning on his heel and running as fast as he could away from Peter, never once looking back.

Peter made sure he was a safe distance away before swinging back around.

He ignored the man he'd killed and the dozen or so guards laying on the floor, and ran straight for Edmund, falling to his knees beside him and rolling him onto his back.

He was alarmed to see the wound in his stomach, pouring blood at an alarming rate.

He swallowed hard, placing his hands to the wound and pushing as hard as he could, getting a whimper from Edmund as his chest rose and fell unsteadily, hoarse breaths being forced from his body as he fought to say alive.

Orious and Philip trotted over, and Orious knelt down to figure out how bad their situation actually was.

"The knife has caught a lung, he can't breathe properly." The centaur said sadly.

"I could've told you that!" Peter snapped angrily, feeling sick at the blood slipping past his fingers.

Orious stared at him for a moment. "Peter." He murmererd, making Peter absolutely terrified by using his name. "He will not make it from the desert, let alone all the way back to Cair."

Peter's eyes filled with tears, and he was becoming dizzy, his exhaustion slowly catching up with him.

A month of terror, of worry, of fear, of hardly any sleep, was finally taking its toll on him, and Edmund being stabbed had been the last straw.

But he rooted himself, blinking quickly and taking a deep breath. "I will not let him die." He choked, wanting to sound more firm, but he just sounded like a scared, teenage boy he was about to lose his only brother.

Orious actually looked like he might cry at that moment, and Philip and Amir stood close by, looking as devasted as a horse could.

"I won't." Peter whispered. "Not like this, not here, not now, not ever."

The centaur took a deep breath. "The stab wound is on the opposite side to what it was at Beruna." He said slowly. "Peter, how long was Edmund laying there whilst you were fighting the witch?"

Peter swallowed hard, the world spinning and eyes wanting to close, but he refused to let them. "A - A few minutes." He choked out.

Orious nodded. "And how much time do you reckon he had left when you found him?" He said. "And I want a specific answer."

Peter choked on his tears. "No longer than thirty seconds." He sobbed.

Orious nodded softly. "There is nothing we can do even if we tried." He said, his own voice thick with emotion. "I truly am sorry Peter, but all we can do from here is make him as comfortable as possible."

Peter squeezed his eyes shut, and he knew Orious was right, he knew there was nothing they or he could do, Edmund would die, and he couldn't stop that.

"Orious he doesn't look well."

The voice sounded so far away to Peter, his head was swimming, he wanted to throw up, he absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair, staining the blonde strands red with his brothers blood.

"Peter!"

Peter frowned. A female voice? Now he was confused.

"Edmund!"

Peter couldn't see, everything was a blur, he could hear running footsteps, Edmunds gasping, the sound of his own pounding heart in his ears, but after a while it all faded, and the last thing he remembered was hitting the ground with a painful thud, before everything went black.

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