𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦 || Edmund Pevensie

XIX

"You're a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant... but scary."
— Ron Weasley

Narnia, 2315

The Narnians were quickly ready.

Armoured up and weapons sheathed in their saddles, they began moving over to the gryphons, some saying their goodbyes to those who chose to stay behind, Lucy included in that group.

Despite Olivia's insistence, Lucy put her feet down and didn't want to go, and the Warrior Queen respected her decision. Lucy was skilled but undermined, a great asset in their battles and wars back in their glory days. But if the girl wanted to stay behind, it was up to her. Olivia wouldn't force Lucy to do anything she didn't want to. 

She said goodbye to her siblings, all but Peter. Stubbornness was a common trait in the Pevensie family; Lucy wanted to prove her point that this raid would give no result. All she did was share a look with her brother and walk back inside the how. The girl was determined that Peter was going to be the one to bulge first, not her. 

Of course, Peter was sad. He hated when he and his siblings stayed mad at each other for a long while– which was hard since Susan and Lucy really knew how to hold a grudge. He wanted to run after his sister and give her a big hug, but he only took a deep breath and got back to his path.

Edmund and Olivia were saying their farewells. Their foreheads touched, and they sealed their pinkies, an old tradition they had acquired before every battle they went. 

"I love you." He murmured against her skin. 

"Love you more." She whispered. "But I'd rather you come back in one piece, alright?"

He chuckled. "Same goes for you."

With a quick kiss, they dispersed and headed for their respective Gryphon, mounting and adjusting themselves comfortably.

The plan was initiated when the moon came out on the sky, with not a single strand of the sun still visible. Curious enough, it had been just in time for them to arrive at the Telmarine castle.

Edmund went first, his Gryphon quietly flapping his wings as he gestured for where he should land. The Just King got on the rooftop with a silent jump, him and his Gryphon hiding in order to get out of guard sight.

His Gryphon grabbed the Telmarine soldier by the shoulders with his claws, flying away to throw him into the ocean. Edmund jumped down to where the guard once was and turned on his flashlight, turning the light on and off.

With that, Five Gryphons came as quietly as the light, flying straight into the castle as Olivia made signals for where each of them should land. The Narnian army began to advance into an open field, where they were suggested to appear in Telmarine sight and out of the woods.

Reepicheep and his mice emerged from the sewers, entering the castle in the sneakiest way possible and with the utmost discretion. As the gryphons passed by Edmund in the highest tower of the castle, Olivia playfully saluted, and he did the same before her Gryphon took a dive and she was out of his sight.

Olivia gestured for the gryphons to fly low and the others to unsheathe their weapons; Susan readied her bow, and the boys grabbed their swords. Single-handedly hanging on to one of the claws, Caspian quickly slashed one of the Telmarines soldiers, returning to his position.

They got to a bridge between two towers, Susan taking a guard out who was pointing his crossbow at Edmund and Olivia slashing a soldier in half with her great spear. Her landing had been difficult without her cane, but nothing the Warrior Queen couldn't manage.

The Gryphons flew away as soon as the five were safely on the ground, moving to join the other Narnians charging by the ground. Edmund let out a relieved breath as he saw them safely placed on the castle, and he stopped the signal with his flashlight. Now, all he could do was wait.

Caspian leading the way, the party of five swiftly moved their way in the halls and corridors and bridges of the Telmarine castle until they were right on top of the Professor's room.

Susan lowered her rope, Caspian being the first to be lowered, followed by Peter and Olivia. The Telmarine carefully knocked on the glass, "Professor?" He called in a whisper.

"Allow me," Olivia replied, grabbing the dagger from her boot to trace a circle on the glass, the squeaky sound making Peter's insides churn. She moved it until it fell, just directly in her hands. She reached her arm inside and unlocked the window.

She pushed it, and Caspian grabbed his sword as he saw the empty room. Olivia jumped inside, tucking the famed Kirke dagger back in her shoe.

"Sheathe your weapon, Caspian." Olivia hissed. "Here's another lesson: learn to analyse the room." She pointed at the table turned upside down at the millions of books scattered on the floor. "The place has been barged in. It has no use now."

She was right. The room was a mess; tables turned, books everywhere except on their shelves, and pages randomly thrown in spots on the ground. Things were broken, and blankets were thrown over cupboards, dust gathering on regions as if they hadn't been cleaned for ages.

Caspian gulped as he moved to the nightstand, which seemed to be the only thing organised. He grabbed a small pair of glasses which miraculously wasn't broken, and he held back the small tear threatening to escape his eye.

"I have to find him," Caspian said.

"You'll find him after we are done," Olivia warned. "Don't test me. I have planned this very cautiously, and I said no one should step out of line."

The Telmarine had never seen her so angry; Olivia's eyes burned with a red-hot fury, her jaw clenched so tightly it must've hurt. Her finger pointed at Caspian accusingly, as if he had just said something barbaric. Susan did warn Caspian that when it came to her plans and strategies, no one should interfere. Olivia was a furious person, and the only one who seemed to be able to calm her down was Edmund; she seemed like an entirely different person around him.

"She is right," Peter said. "You don't have time. You need to get the gate open."

"You wouldn't be here without him." Caspian shot back. "And neither would I."

"And we won't be for much longer if you go after him." Olivia glared at Caspian.

Susan and Peter shared a look, making Olivia even angrier. It was surprising that smoke wasn't coming out of her nostrils. But she looked as if it were about to.

The High King pondered for a moment, and Susan signed. "Us three can deal with Miraz." She said, and Olivia looked as if she were about to grab her spear and puncture it right through the brain of the other Queen.

"And I can still get to the gate in time." Caspian completed. With a fierce nod, he was about to leave the room when Olivia grabbed him by the tunic.

"This means we have already failed." She said with a scoff. "The blood is in your hands. Good Luck."

She let him go, and Caspian darted away with Trumpkin on his tail, who was supposed to meet the mice in a downstairs corridor. Susan and Peter stared at her with looks that Olivia couldn't quite place it; she didn't know if they were angry, or confused, or sad, or all of them.

The girl grabbed her spear. "What are we waiting for?" She asked, licking her lips. "I want to kill that mother—"