our world (sequel to "a world that only we know.") || peter pevensie

Chapter 3 - Trumpkin.

Hazel's P.O.V.

We all grabbed clothes out of our chests and changed quickly. I had grabbed a blue dress with a dash of white running down my chest. I pulled my hair half way up and changed into more comfortable shoes. I put on a belt so I had a place to put my sword and I swung my staff on my shoulder. Even though my magic didn't work right now, I still wanted to bring it. It wouldn't be the same without it.

After we got dressed, we all made our way back down to the beach to start looking for answers. My eyes widened when I looked out onto the water and saw a boat with two soldiers holding a dwarf, who's hands and ankles were tied up and a cloth in his mouth.They were about to throw him off of the boat. Susan pulled out her bow and arrow and shot an arrow at the boat. The soldiers looked up and Peter pulled out his sword.

"Drop him!" Susan shouted at the soldiers and the dwarf's eyes widened.

The soldiers threw the dwarf in the water, and Peter and Edmund ran to the water. Marcel took out his crossbow and Susan shot one of the soldiers. As the soldier fell into the water, Marcel shot the other one and it fell in the water right after him. We ran over to Edmund and Peter, who were both coming out of the water. Marcel ran over to help Edmund pull the boat in, and Peter pulled the dwarf onto the shore. Lucy cut the cloth from his mouth, and he immediately spit the water out of his mouth. He pulled the ties off of his wrist and untied his ankles. He stood up and threw the ties on the ground as he glared up at Susan.

"Drop him?!" The dwarf shouted at her, which surprised us all, "That's the best you could come up with?"

"A simple thank you would suffice!" Susan said back to him, clearly surprised by his sudden anger.

"They were doing fine drowning me without your help!" The dwarf shouted at her again.

"Maybe we should've let them." Peter shot at him, which made me grab his arm and pull him back next to me. My touch seemed to make him relax and he let out a sigh.

"Why were they trying to kill you anyway?" Lucy asked him.

"They're Telmarines. That's what they do." The dwarf answered her. These were the kinds of people that lived in Narnia now?

"Telmarines? In Narnia?" Edmund asked him surprised.

"Where have you been for the last few hundred years?" He asked.

"It's a bit of a long story." Lucy answered him.

Marcel tapped Peter's shoulder and handed him back his sword. My hand made its way up to Peter's forehead and I moved the wet hair out of his face. He smiled down at me and wrapped an arm around my waist. The dwarf looked up at us and his jaw fell slightly.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me. You're it? You're the Kings and Queens of old? You two are the children of the White Witch?" He asked us in shock. I stiffened for a second, still not liking the fact that Marcel and I were known as the witch's children, but I guess had to deal with it.

"High King Peter, the Magnificent." Peter said to him as he held his hand out to shake his hand. I smiled lightly when he added the last bit on there. I know he has been waiting for a long time to use that title.

"You probably could've left off the last bit." Susan said to him, which caused the dwarf to smile and start laughing.

"Probably." The dwarf said through laughing as he looked up at Peter.

"You might be surprised." Peter said to him as he took out his sword slowly.

"Oh, you don't want to do that boy." The dwarf said to him as a small smirk grew on his face.