Battle Cry (Narnia)

Chapter 9: Protection

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Elora gently knocked on the inn door. She knew the innkeeper well and knew he would give the three of them the best rooms, especially when he found out what they were doing.

"Yes, yes. I am coming, I am coming." He shouted when she knocked again. He opened the door and his eyes widened.

"Elora! How good of you to come, my dear!" He exclaimed. She nodded and hugged the older man gently.

"Good to see you as well, Jalam." She said. He grinned.

"Do you and your friends need a room?" He looked at Peter and Edmund who stood off to the side, awkwardly watching this reunion.

"Yes. And our horses need food and water." Elora said. He nodded and kissed her cheek.

"I shall let Arlo take care of the horses." He said kindly. Elora nodded she kept smiling, she never liked Arlo. But she wanted to please Jalam.

"Two rooms please, my good man." Edmund said, Elora nodded and agreement.

"Yes, please." She agreed. Jalam nodded and sent Arlo off to tend to the horses.

Jalam lead them to two rooms. Edmund and Peter went into one and Elora in the other. Elora stopped and remembered her single bag was still on her horse.

She walked out to the stables. From the light in it she knew Arlo was taking care of the horses.

"Hello Arlo." She said as she got the bag off the horse. Arlo frowned when he saw her.

"Elora." He acknowledged gruffly.

"I just came to get my bag." She explained. She began to leave, he grabbed her arm roughly and pressed her against the wall. He pressed his arm against her throat.

He means to suffocate me. She thought, she didn't try to move.

"A-Arlo?" She gasped out, fear filled her grey eyes.

"You...you little-"

"Get off of her."

Elora looked up at Edmund who stood in the door, his dark eyes narrowed and anger crept in his expression quickly.

"Why?" Arlo pressed his arm against Elora's throat harder. Her vision blurred and she gasped for breath. Edmund walked slowly towards Arlo. His hand slowly went to his dagger.

"Let go of her." Edmund repeated once more. Arlo made an animal-like growl and let go of Elora, he ran off. Edmund rushed to Elora and grabbed her before she pitched into his arms.

"Are you alright?" He asked, Elora nodded.

"Y-yes." She gasped out. Her voice was hoarse and her throat was beginning to bruise. Edmund grimaced.

"Come. Let's go back." He said. He held her upright and half-pushed, half-led Elora to her room.

"Sit on the bed." He said, Elora didn't dare argue.

Edmund left for a moment, then returned with Peter.

"Are you alright?" Peter asked. Elora nodded.

Peter looked angry, he shook his head.
"I'm sorry." He said to Elora.

"It's alright." She answered, her voice still raspy.

Peter left and Edmund sat down in the chair.

Peter returned with a blanket and handed it to Edmund, Peter himself sat on the windowsill.

"We'll guard you. Go to sleep." Edmund said, Elora was much too tired to talk. Elora fell asleep quickly. Peter looked at Edmund when Elora fell asleep.

"She's too much like Lucy." Peter murmured. He looked back out the window. He pressed his face against the glass.

"'Tis true." Edmund answered. Peter smirked.

"You li-i-i-ike her." Peter teased. Edmund blushed and looked at his boots.

"No I-"

"Yes you do." Peter interrupted, Edmund sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Well-"

"Ha! So you do!" Peter exclaimed quietly. Edmund rolled his eyes and sank back into the chair. Blushing profusely. Peter watched his brother, enjoying making his brother squirm.