The Cold and the Just | E. Pevensie

V

We continued journeying for a little while before setting up camp.

Peter and Trump build a small fire while myself, Edmund, Lucy, and Susan cleared a place for us to sleep.

Night was falling quickly, and by the time the sun settled, our fire was glowing brightly.

We didn't speak much, though the Pevensie children reminisced about the last time they were in Narnia.

I was the first to fall asleep.

I was awoken by bump to my side.
Yawning and popping my joints (I'm used to a plush feather bed, not the hard ground), I looked to my side to see what caused me to wake up.

Edmund, somehow in his sleep, had rolled towards me, quite close.

I was about to shuffle away when Edmund threw his arm over my stomach, holding me in place.

My eyes widen and I froze.

"Edmund." I hissed softly.
He didn't stir at all.

Should I wake him up to move his arm or try to fall back asleep?

Butterflies had made their way into my stomach.  I'm positive I was blushing madly.

But, I decided to let Edmund sleep peacefully, and not move his arm - for his sake.

Sighing softly, I relaxed my eyes and slowly drifted back to sleep.

Unsurprisingly, I slept horrible the rest of the night. Most of the time I tried not to move a muscle, anxious not to wake up Edmund.

The morning came slowly, and I was the first to be awake.  I still couldn't get up, because of Edmund's arms, which had tightened around me even more.

Watching the sky, I hear shuffling on the other side of the fire.  Lucy had woken up, and was hastily pushing herself off the ground.

I quickly pretended to be sleeping.  Lucy must have believed me, seeing how she didn't do anything but giggle softly - probably at the position Edmund and I were in.

I waited a few seconds and opened my eyes again.  Lucy was gone.

Phew, I thought. Wait.

Lucy was gone.

No longer trying not to wake anyone, I hit Edmund's hand with my own.

"It's Lucy, she's gone! Wake up!" I told him, shaking our of his grip.

The Just King's eyes shot open and looked around before stoping his gaze on me.

"Why are we so close together?" He demanded, his brown eyes shining with confusion.

"Your fault! But that's not important, I can't find Lucy!" I shot back, standing up.

By now Peter and the others had awoken.  Peter and Susan wasted no time in looking for their sister.

Peter grabbed his sword and darted away from the camp.  Edmund and I hurried after him, with Susan, and Trumpkin behind.

By the time we had caught up to Peter, I could clearly make out the sound of swords clashing.

The other swordsman had black shoulder length hair and a strong build.

I gasped as realization hit me.
It couldn't be...

"Caspian!" I shouted, darting past Edmund and rushing towards my brother.  I put myself between Caspian and Peter's sword, the high king still attacking.

Peter noticed me in the nick of time, swinging his sword a few inches above my head, slicing into a tree.

Breathing deeply, I felt myself being turned around by strong hands gripping my shoulders.

"Y/N!  You're alive!" Caspian exclaimed, pulling me into a hug.  I hugged him back, my head nestled in the crook of his neck.

"This is your brother?" Peter asked, out of breath. 

"Yes," Caspian answered as we pulled apart. "Prince Caspian." He nodded at Peter in greeting.

"High King Peter," Peter replied.  He introduced the rest of his siblings.

Caspian raised his eyebrows. "I...I expected you to be older."

Peter smiled sassily. "We can come back in a few years, if you like."

"No," Caspian sighed, looking towards Susan, while at the same time, I glanced at Edmund and answered, "No!"

My brother and I eyes each other warily.
His gaze held on Susan a little too long, if you ask me.
Of course, he's probably thinking the same thing about me and Edmund.

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Caspian had told us of a place called Aslan's How, where we would have our headquarters.  There were many other Narnians waiting for us when we arrived - more than a dozen centaurs had created a path with swords held high, leading to the entrance of the How.

The Pevensies walked inside first, while Caspian and I followed behind.

"We've got to get them while they're not on guard.  Taking the castle by surprise is our best option," Peter commanded.

"Are you mad? No one has ever taken the Telemarines!" Caspian argued.

"There's a first for everything," Peter countered, crossing his arms.

Lucy's voice interrupted the argument. "We should keep seeking Aslan.  You're acting like our only two options are dying here or dying there!"

Her words hung in the air for a while, all of us debating her opinion.

"Lucy," Peter grumbled, "we've waited long enough. I think it's up to us now."

With his stern statement, we starting prepping for war.

Heeeeeey guys. I know, I know, I haven't updated in SO LONG. I am really sorry, but school has been an absolute mess for me. I'll probably update a few times a week, so now worries from here on out.

(Y/N) and Edmund will be working together in the next chapter, but something will also split them apart.

Oooooo what will happen?!
Only I know...*evil laughter*