Worthy Of Love | Edmund Pevensie

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ACT THREE; SCENE SIX—
CASPIAN

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DOLORES AND LUCY'S eyes were open with alert, their bodies frozen momentarily due to the shock from the unexpected action. They turned their head quickly— worried on whether someone was about to murder them, or kidnapp them, etc. However, to their delight it was just Peter, causing their bodies to relax slightly.

He lifted a finger to his lips, a signal to tell the pair to keep quiet, before he removed his other hand away from the girls mouths, allowing them to breathe properly. The three carefully, and quietly, peered over the bush, trying their very hardest not to let the bush they were hid behind rustle any of its leaves.

A Minotaur was in sight. The last time these children were in Narnia, Minotaur's were bad creatures, as they had previously sided with the White Witch herself, so they were not going to take any chances. They quickly pulled themselves back down, another one of Peter's fingers moving to his lips, causing Dolores to raise her eyebrows.

"What are you thinking, Pete?" She asked quietly, her tone being nothing louder than a whisper.

He soon hushed her and waved her off with his hand, before crouching down again and moving his way from behind the bush. The two girls snapped their heads towards one another, their eyes widening with worry. They trusted Peter of course— but he wasn't always the smartest one out of the group.

Dolores knew she must follow him, even if it was just close behind, but she knew she could not leave him alone. She grabbed a hold of Lucy's hand and carefully pulled them from behind the bush on their tiptoes. She also knew Lucy must accompany her, for she could not leave a girl of that age by herself in a world they aren't even sure they know anymore.

They watched every move of Peter's, the way he crept on his hind legs to create less noise, the way his face was always at alert, and the most noticeable thing being the way he unsheathed his sword. Dolores' heartbeat quickened at this, unsure on what was to come.

That was until a loud cry appeared, and what seemed to be a man, charging for the Pevensie brother with a sword. The girls felt glued to their spot, they were helpless, yet knew better than to interrupt a duel.

Peter swiftly moved his sword, ready to defend himself against the man who had attacked him. They clashed in a fierce duel, their swords meeting with a resounding clash. Dolores and Lucy watched anxiously from afar, their faces filled with worry.

Peter practically swung for the boys face, hitting it with a loud thud, causing the girls to gasp. At an attempt to revive himself, the boy gripped his weapon tighter and lunged for Peter, yet both swords were left in an X shape.

That was until Peter found a way out of it and pointed his sword forwards, before swinging for the boy again, causing his sword to slice part of a tree and remain trapped there. A stupid move.

The girls let out a small cry as the opponent kicked their friend, Lucy's brother, in the stomach, resulting in him flying backwards.

Just as Peter got to his feet, grabbing a whole load of soil from the ground, as well as a rock, and the boy attempting to free Peter's sword to use for himself, Lucy ran forward. "No, stop!" She cried.