VOYAGE OF THE LOST ━━ edmund pevensie

CHAPTER 2

DOWN ON HIS KNEES CASIMIRO HAD HARSHLY BEEN THROWN BY THE CASTLE GAURDS as his pants scraped against the cold floor. A scary glare was stood proud on the mesmerising face of Casimiro, Edmund could not deny his beauty but neither could he deny the evil that had awoke him. He had noticed this in the woods aswel, how his hair complimented his features and how he had one singular dimple whenever he smirked. He hated how he felt attracted to him, to one of the same gender. It felt wrong, he was a murderer he kept chanting to himself, but what was the harm in finding one pretty?

The four Pevensie siblings were whispering among another, unsure of what to do with Casimiro. It was tense in the castle, knowing that he alone could easily take over Narnia with the blink of an eye. "How could you be so reckless to fight one of Jadis's on your own!" Lucy scolded Edmund with a worried glance. Edmund glared back at her,

"Well who knows? If I waited any longer we could already be in Christmas Wonderland!" He exclaimed in frustration. Susan sighed, her fingertips on the crook of her nose, "Look, let's not fight about how it could have gone and be grateful it went like this and not how we say it could have." She calmly stated as her eyes narrowed as she glanced at Casimiro for a second.

"We should try and talk to him, maybe we will get him to tell us where in Aslan's sake the other two are."

Peter nodded and made the first move, as High King it was of course his duty. "Child of Jadis." He greeted with a cold tone which made Lucy roll her eyes. Casimiro glared daggers at Peter to the point one could debate whether or not Casimiro was going to kill them or not. "Fuck-face who took my mother's country." He spat back as he struggled against the chains which gave off such warmth it would burn a normal person but instead it deactivated the powers he had inherited from his mother.

Peter stared in shock, he had not expected a reply and surely not one as rude as this one. "The country had never been of Jadis, she was the one who infiltrated a country of Aslan, it was our duty to cleanse the country once again and free them of her." Casimiro screamed as he tried to launch at Peter, daring to talk about his parent as if she was a bad person. The blood trickled from his knees to the bottom of his legs, still scraped from their battle before. His wound had not been treated either, which stung and he could feel blood slowly ooze out by every movement he dared to make.

"You filthy humans keep their mouth shut about my mother!" He screamed as he launched forward once again only to be firmly held captivated by the burning chains. Lucy gasped and let her hand cover her mouth before looking at Susan who was aswel getting an eery feeling of the conversation looking rather uncomfortable. The two queens of Narnia stared at them, unsure how to react to such an aggressive way of outing his emotions. And dare say, Lucy The Valiant had been frightened, but only for a mere few seconds.

Peter glared at him, "Narnia had always been Aslan's, Jadis was a witch who wanted to rule a kingdom that was not hers to rule!" He roared back, not accepting any disrespect to the Aslan. The gold that carved the name Aslan had been engraved into this world, none would dare disrespect one so important. It ached to know one grew up with the sins of one instead of starting as one without any. Peter had always had high respect for Aslan, and not under his roof, his town, his kingdom would anyone dare speak ill of those who had saved him, saved his siblings, saved Edmund.

"Aslan was a stupid lion, my mother build these grounds you stand on!" He retaliated not knowing that what he had been thought as child had all been completely false. Peter snapped and slapped Casimiro across the face, an eerily loud slap echoing through the corridors. A gasp escaped the lips of Susan as she quickly pulled Peter a few meters back. Casimiro seemed insane but he stared into the soul of the High King. You could almost feel a smirk burning into his lips, daring him to slap him once more but he never spoke, his emotions had never expressed themselves differently.