Hold Fast (Narnia Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: When Silence Falls

When silence falls,
I hear you call.
In the secret place.
You still my soul,
With quite joy
And I'm wide awake.
    - Song of My Father by Urban Rescue
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Edmund awoke with the worst headache he had ever had in his life.

He cracked his eyes opened and found that they were in a tent of some sorts, trying to move he found he was tied to a pole. The ropes dug into his wrists harshly.

"Peter?" Edmund called quietly. There was no response.

Edmund's eyes actuated slightly to the darkness. He couldn't see a thing aside from the shapes of what he assumed to be a chair and other poles holding up the tent roof, whatever fabric the tent was made of was thick.

"Edmund?"

Peter's groan startled Edmund. Edmund's head shot up and he instantly regretted that as his head spun.

"I'm here. I guess." Edmund muttered. His head hurt too bad to think.

"Does your head hurt as well?" Peter asked. Edmund made no sound. "Ed?"

"Yeah." Edmund whispered, his head hurt too much to tolerant noise.

"Oh."

It went silent again as both kings tried to somehow stop their heads from being muddled with pain.

Suddenly the tent door flapped open and a man walked in, a whip in hand and sword on his belt.

"Did ya sleep well?" He asked. Edmund didnt reply, the man's voice was was as annoying as fingernails on a chalkboard.

"Quite." Peter said. The man chuckled and sat down in the chair, swinging the whip around, 'accidentally' hitting Edmund's knee a few times.

"Well thats good. Very good." He stood back up and walked around the tent a few times. Finally he took a small bottle out of his pocket.

"Do you see this?" He swirled the bottle around in front of Edmund's face. Edmund smirked.

"Couldn't miss it, you just put it in my face." He snapped. Their captor frowned, then chuckled sinisterly.

"Well then. The contents of this bottle is a special plant juice from a plant called ignis. Do you know what that means?" When Edmund didn't answer their captor continued. "It means fire. One drop will... actually let me demonstate." He uncapped the dripped on drop on Edmund's arm.

Edmund hissed in pain as it touched his arm. It felt like his arm was on fire. He wasn't going to give his captor the satisfaction of seeing him cry. No matter how much anything hurt.