Hope - an Edmund Pevensie love story

Chapter 2

I've been searching for Trumpkin for a day now but I'm nowhere near finding him. I know he must have been taken to the castle but I've seen nothing since. A positive is that I've found one of the Telmarines horses so I'm travelling much faster. I do prefer to travel by foot but this isn't a small world and there's lots of possibilities where he could be.

At the moment I'm close to the ruins of Cair Paravel, the Kings and Queens of olds palace. It's horrifying how the Telemarines destroyed it. Trufflehunter always used to tell me how you could always see the glistening sea or how the floor shone even in the moonlight. It was beautiful. Oh, how I wished I could have seen it but, I can't. I'm nearing a river when I suddenly hear shouting.

"Drop him"

Then there is a splash of water.

I flick the horse's reigns and head to the sound. I jump off the horse and hide behind a tree and ready my bow. I'm about to see who it is when I'm startled by a familiar voice.

"Drop him! That's the best you can come up with?"

"Trumpkin! Trumpkin!" I shout to him running.

"Hope? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in the tree!"

Before I can respond I hear someone cough. I turn to see 4 teens. 2 boys, 2 girls. The youngest is a girl, about 11 or 12, had longish brown hair with 2 small braids in it and was wearing a red floor length dress. The next was a girl who looked a year or so older than me. Her hair reached the middle of her back and she was wearing a lavender coloured dress. Both her, and who I assumed was her sister were very beautiful. The next was the oldest out of the four by looking 17. Having golden hair and a tall stature, anyone could easily see he was quite powerful.

My eyes travelled along to meet the last one and all I could say was wow. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes that went well with his pale pallor. His hair was a dark brown colour and fairly short. He looked about 15, the same age as me. He was clearly taller than me, which I'm not used to after living with two dwarves and a badger, it was nice. If I'm honest, he left me speechless.

Before I could comprehend what I was doing I asked them "what were you doing to Trumpkin?"

"We were saving him. A simple thank you would suffice" the eldest girl said.

"They were doing fine drowning me without your help" Trumpkin spat out.

"Maybe we should have let them" Goldie said.

The youngest asked "why were they trying to kill you anyway?"

"They're Telmarines. That's what they do" I carelessly replied.

"Telmarines? In Narnia?" the gorgeous one said.

I snorted. "Where have you been for the last few hundred years?"

"It's a bit of a long story" the youngest girl replied.

The older girl hands blondie his sword. On the hilt is engraved with a lion. It looks familiar. In fact they all look familiar. Trumpkin must have had the same feeling as a look of recognition flood across his face.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me" he says. "You're it? You're the kings and queens of old?"

I gasp and quickly lower my head bowing. I knew I recognized their faces but they are from hundreds of years ago.

Goldie holds his hand out and says "High King Peter... the Magnificent."

His sister, who I know recognize to be Queen Susan says, quickly remarks with "You probably could have left out the last bit."

At that I giggle, which draws the attention of King Edmund, or gorgeous. I duck my head and feel myself blush. Wait, I never blush.

Chuckling, Trumpkin said "probably."

King Peter then says "You might be surprised" whilst drawing his sword.

"Oh, you don't want to do that" I sing.

"Not me. Him."

At this, Peter looks towards Edmund who draws his sword. Peter hands his sword to Trumpkin. He takes it and then the sword drops in the sand. Edmund smiles at Peter whilst I smirk. He does not know what he's in for. Suddenly, Trumpkin knocks Edmund's sword away and swings. Edmund ducks, and Trumpkin hits him in the face. Edmund backs off.

"Edmund!" Queen Lucy shouts in shock.

Trumpkin snidely says "Aww, you alright?" I again laugh at this.

They circle around and continue fighting. Trumpkin slashes at Edmund, but he jumps so that the blow misses. A few seconds later, a sword flies out of his grip. Trumpkin stares, and falls down in the sand.

Astounded, Trumpkin says "Beards and bedsteads! Maybe that horn worked after all."

Queen Susan asks "What horn?"