Trials of the Moon (book 3) Peter Pevensie Romance

Missing in Action

Peter's POV

The beige walls of the military tent bore into my skull and the constant ruckus of gunfire hammered at my eardrums. I was used to it though, as was everyone else in this forbidden wasteland. I clenched my fist, we all knew what coming out here could cost us though no one ever spoke it. I guess everyone here had their own reasons to stay alive, for me, it was one simple promise.

It had been a month since I had last called Layla and I knew she was probably mad or worried sick but that was how war worked. You never knew what day would be your last or if you could ever get a chance to call someone back at home. Nobody knew, and why should they? Edmund was right, this wasn't like Narnia.

"Are you going to stare at the tent ceiling all day?" Asher sneered from across the tent.

I gritted my teeth. I was mad when I had found out that he was joining the war with me, but I was even more mad when I found out that he was going to be in the same unit as me. The moon blinked a couple times.

I sat up and tossed my feet over the bed side. "Would you like to know," I grumbled, glaring him. He glared back like we were having some staring contest.

"Guys, this is a real war," said one of our comrades. "Not a rivalry of egotism."

I frowned, but he was right.

I walked over to where they were gathered and crouched down to examine the weapons in front of us and load them. I had just learned how to use a gun so I wouldn't say I was an expert at it. Just not a poor at it either, I was much better at fencing.

"It is a rivalry with those stupid Germans," another man in our unit muttered. "Putting our lives on the line to solve someone else's problems."

"I heard they increased their air raids on us since the Blitz happened." Someone else said.

"Our unit might be assigned to other positions."

I felt my necklace burn under my shirt. I hated how the Germans were making living for us so much more difficult.

Our unit was indeed moved to a different position, the front lines. Gosh, I almost gagged at stench of gunpowder mixed with sweat and burned flesh. The buildings in Stalingrad, Russia, swayed dangerously above us as parts of the buildings were blown off by bombs. There were several broken, mangled bodies on the ground, some of them were recently fallen soldiers and others were common civilians. There were still many more in front.

"Forward!" Came the order from behind us. "Quickly, now."

I tried to avoid even looking at the destruction as I followed along behind my unit. This was definitely more gory then the battles in Narnia. My necklace was getting hotter and hotter by the minute.

Another explosion shook the ground around us followed by a creaking sound. I looked up and saw that a building close to us was going to collapse.

Everyone started to move as did I but debris had already started to fall. Darn it.