A year as a Narnian || 365 Narnia one shots (Part one)

133: A set up

May 13th - Prompt: I almost lost you

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"Oh my gosh..." Edmund breathed, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

He leant against the wall, removing his crown and running a hand through his dark hair, not long after hearing the door open again. "You good?"

Edmund chuckled gently. "I guess." He murmured. "Just tired."

Peter nodded a little. "This is one heck of a case." He murmured, walking over and leaning against the wall beside Edmund.

"You can say that again." Edmund breathed. "And I can't for the life of me figure it out. There's no proof that he did kill the guy, but there's no proof he didn't."

Peter gave him a small smile. "I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually and come to a conclusion." He told him. "After all you always do."

Edmund smiled back. "Imma head to the bathroom before I go back in there." He sighed. "I won't be long."

Peter nodded and watched him head down the corridor, before heading back into the room, the small smile still on his face, after all, he trusted Edmund and knew he could solve this, so there really was nothing to worry about.

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Edmund rubbed the side of his head, squeezing his eyes shut and sighing. "You said you were down by the river at the time of the murder?" He muttered, his eyes flickering open.

The faun nodded. "That's right." He said.

"Can you prove it though?" Edmund asked.

The faun shook his head. "I was alone, I didn't tell no one where I was going." He explained. "But I can promise you, it wasn't me that killed him."

Edmund took a deep breath. "We found you with his knife." He said. "How is it you came to have it?"

"I knew him." The faun said. "He wanted me to sharpen if for him-"

"Why couldn't he do that himself?" Edmund cut in.

The faun shook his head. "I don't know." He said. "He wanted me to do it."

"Yes, you said." Edmund murmured, sighing a little. "Okay, we're gonna continue this tomorrow, I've got a banging headache right now."

The ten or twenty odd people in the room relaxed almost instantly, all beginning to mumble amongst themselves as Peter walked over to Edmund. "Hungry?" He asked.

Edmund chuckled gently. "You bet." He breathed.

"I think Susan's baked a cake." Peter told him. "So come on."

Edmund smiled and stood, about to follow Peter, before pain erupted in his chest.

He couldn't keep back the choked gasp that ripped from his throat, and his hands shot to his chest, where they wrapped around something thin and wooden.

Glancing slowly down, Edmund managed to make out an arrow, embedded in his chest, perhaps just below his heart - which he guessed was lucky.

Everything happened rather quick after that, he heard a cry, before Peter's shout of his name, and the next thing he was being lowered to the floor by his brother, but after that his vision went dark.