This Is Home 》Edmund Pevensie

Chapter 9

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Shortly after leaving father's tent I ran out to meet the familiar centaur (whom I remembered as Orieus) who seemed to be biding by a rock, "Excuse me?"

"Yes your majesty?" said Orieus. The feeling was quite odd being called 'majesty'.

"Could you to take me to my tent please?" I asked. He bobbed his head and lead me around the camp in search for my tent. The was no conversation which made the situation quite awkward and tense.

But after a few minutes of hesitation I decided to break the silence. "Please, just call me Amelia, I like that better than majesty." I looked up to him.

"Of course, Amelia," He mocked my name with a cheeky smirk. I playfully hit him in the arm and he laughed in amusement. "I remember when you were young girl, you were always running around, causing all sorts of trouble. You merrier than any faun. And handled the bow and sword quite well," he laughed. " But let's face it, that was hundreds of years ago, I am the best sword fighter in Narnia." he smirked cockily. Did he just say 'hundreds of years ago? Am I really that old?

"Oh yeah? Let's see then. Meet me back out here in five. Then we'll see who's the best sword fighter in Narnia. Loser has has to dance like a maniac in front of the whole campsite!" I smirked, evilly. Obviously Orieus is going to be the loser.

"Deal!" he confirmed, shaking my hand.

Rushing into my tent, on my bed lay a beautiful long, purple dress with gorgeous detailing along the chest. After I put my dress on, I admired myself in the mirror. The dress was very flowy, nearly touching the ground. I let my hair fall down my back naturally. I put my sword belt around my waist, deciding not to bring my shield and bow. I walked out of my tent and Orieus lingered outside for me.

"You ready?" He asked with a smile holding up his sword.

"Wait- let's go somewhere more public, so everyone can see that you are going to get your butt kicked by a girl!" I suggested, smiling. He agreed instantly.

We walked to the middle of the campsite where there was an opening. Looking left around at the crowd I smirked, taking my position and held my sword in the air as Orieus mimicked.

His size was enormous compared to me which gave him am advantage to most extents. But that advantage wouldn't let me back down from the fight.

"Last one standing for over five seconds wins. And don't worry I'll go easy on you." said Orieus, sarcastically.

And with that he swung his sword with great power, but I being quicker than he, blocked his attack, clashing our swords. This brought the attention of nearly the whole camp and they gathered, cheering our names. Spinning around I hit Orieus' sword.
He drove his blade across my head, but I dodged it throwing my head back. After a few minutes of swords clashing, everyone was still cheering. As I went to swing my blade towards him he kicked my leg causing me to fall to the ground. Orieus turned around throwing his hands in the air for his victory. But in two seconds I swiped my legs across his back ankles causing him to fall down on his side. I jumped up quickly and ran to him pointing my sword to his neck. Everyone was instantly became silent, no sound, not even a whisper.

"Number 1. Never turn your back on your opponent, and 2. I win!" I puffed. Suddenly, everyone began to cheer and clap joyfully at my victory. I laughed, holding my hand out, gesturing Orieus to take it. He did so and helped him you back on four legs.

"You're not bad for a girl." he said breathlessly.

"You're not bad either, for an old man," I smiled. Suddenly the sound of a horn echoed through the campsite, making everyone silent. I reconigsed it instantly, "Susan!" I cried, turning to Orieus.

"Get on!" he shouted. I grabbed his hand swinging myself onto him, riding horseback.

Arriving at a lake I watched father pin down one of the wolves. A group of father's best soldiers trailed behind us. I jumped off Orieus getting ready to kill the other beast, but deep down inside I knew I wouldn't kill. Life was precious, was I really willing to take one?

"No, stay your weapons. This is Peter's battle," father ordered. I lowered my sword looking at Orieus worriedly.

"You may think you're a king, but you are going to die. Like a DOG!" Maugrim pounced onto Peter attacking him, but Peter luckily stabbed him in the stomach before Maugrim could shred him. I was about to run towards him but then I realised he needed to be there for his sisters and I didn't want to interrupt their time together. Aslan let go of the spare wolf, making him yelp as he ran away.

"After him. He'll lead you to Edmund. Amelia go with them, but please be careful," he said. I nodded, taking ahold of Orieus' hand and swinging myself onto his back again. We all rode off to save him from her...

Off to save Edmund from the White Witch.

Sorry that this chapter is a bit short. But I liked this chapter best because it has more sword action in it :P
I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Emma xx