Flawed *EDITING* (Chronicles of Narnia & Harry Potter Crossover) (PeterxOC)

58- Caught...Again...

Chapter Inspiration:

-  Trouble ~ Coldplay

All at the same time I wanted to scream, sob, and punch a hole through something. Luckily, I did none of those and instead chose to slide down the tree and sit there with my head in my hands, telling myself not to cry as I rocked back and forth. The Narnians are extinct because of me. Why why why did this have to happen?! When I had calmed down enough to the point where I wasn't going to break down, I brushed the dirt off of me and set off again. Only Aslan knew where the hell I was going.

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Stumbling over uneven ground, I rested against another tree with my eyes closed. I was in a peaceful state for a few hours. Just kidding, my peace lasted for two minutes. My eyes shot open, irritated, and I looked around to see what was going on.

Apparently my bat ears, picked up commotion coming from a few miles away. And they were making a bunch of racket. Scowling, I trudged forward, eager to knock my peace disturbers upside the head. As I neared the source, my eyes widened to realize that I was in fact nearing the Telmarine area.

I slipped in between Telmarines as I made my way to the castle. I was sent odd looks occasionally, for I didn't have the dark hair, tanned skin, or even the clothes like the Telmarines. "Staring is rude." I snapped as a bunch of girls my age gawked at me.

Apparently these people have never seen a girl with weapons before either.

Rolling my eyes, I watched as the bridge over the moat neared. My footsteps were loud against the wood, joining in with the people in front of me. I weaved in between people, trying to see what the heck these invaders were cheering about.

I looked up from my sideline view and saw three people standing on a balcony, waving to the adoring crowd. I wrinkled my nose. These people were obviously the rulers of the Telmarines. They had an air of royalty to them and were obviously dressed better than 90% of the people here.

The man had his arm around the woman, smiling happily down at her stomach. I followed her gaze and realized that she was pregnant, as if she was going to have the baby soon. This was the reason for the celebration. A boy around my age stood next to them, smiling with an obviously fake smile.

As I studied him, I took in his rather long black hair, almond-shaped brown eyes, and strong build. He seemed to be a swordsman, for he had the same builds Peter and Edmund had. I bet the two of them are ripped because of me.

The smirk wiped off my face turning instantly to a blush. I cannot believe I just imagined Ed and Peter shirtless. What the hell is wrong with me? The man settled the crowd down and started speaking. I tuned out most of the speech until I realized something.

They had destroyed my home and set up shop right on top. They were happy with the way things were, not even feeling guilty for the death of my people. Anger surged through me as I drew my bow and an arrow.

I heard shouting but it sounded muffled, like I had earphones in. I pulled the arrow taut, but was knocked to the ground. Surreptitiously, I slid my archery gear and Fortis into my bag, hiding it in my boot. I felt a sharp sting in my neck and could see a sword being held to my neck.

A boy also around my age dressed in black armor stood over me with a boot pressed to my chest. Acting on instinct, I kneed the boy in the stomach and sent him flying as he groaned in pain. I stood up immediately and tried to back away. Right into the sharp poke of a sword.

I slowly turned my head to see the boy, now looking ragged and irritated, holding his sword to my neck. One move and I was a Laurelcabob. He moved closer and closed my wrists in one of his and pressured the sword to my neck.

If I wanted to die trying to escape again, I could've kneed him again or stepped on his foot and flipped him over me. I ignored this though. A good idea would be to try and stay alive. I took thin, heavy breaths to keep from getting my lungs punctured. As I looked around, I saw that the crowd had parted, displaying me to the people and the royals.

"Sebastian, move her closer." A Mediterranean accent ordered. I was brought closer to the source of the voice, the sword still at my neck. In front of me stood the man, most likely the king. I was surprised to find that I was wrong when this Sebastian bloke answered, "Yes, my lord."

He studied me, looking confused and cold. "You're not one of us." He stated. "You're Telmarines. In my country." I said in the same tone as him. He walked forward and studied my face. "Who are you? This is not 'your country'."

His tone seemed like a warning. Apparently, if I said anything disrespectful or what he considered rude, I'd be sent to the dungeons. He is welcome to try all he wants, I'll escape in five minutes flat. "My name is Laurel Collins, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion, General of High King Peter the Magnificent's Army, Second-in-Command to Aslan Himself." I said in my best sergeant voice.

His eyes widened to the size of large plates. Although, he said nothing. "Take her to the library. If the Professor is there, order him out." The 'lord' snapped, returning to his family. I glowered at everything and everyone as I was forced forward into the castle.

As we walked, I chastised myself for being so stupid. Again. Idiot! I just got myself caught again. They'll probably send me to the dungeons again. Will I ever learn? When I was finished beating myself up mentally, I pursed my lips as I made mental notes of the castle. Loud clacking sounds of our boots echoed throughout the spacious, empty corridors as we made our way to the library.

This castle was very different from Cair Paravel. It's color scheme seemed to consist of grays, blacks, dark blues and creams. And the Telmarines had a more modern, sharper taste in architecture. Sebastian jerked me towards a door I didn't see. I hopped up the staircase, careful not to slit my own throat on the blade.

He sighed and pulled it back, sheathing it. I stopped and watched with a confused look. "You're not going to try and escape are you?" He asked cautiously. I snorted. "That would be suicidal. There's no way I could get away from an entire army hunting me down. Add in the factor that I don't even know this castle and nothing to get me away quick enough even if I did escape the castle. Trust me, I'm not stupid."

Of course, I was lying. I could easily shapeshift into a bird and fly off. But I needed to know what was happening in this Narnia I wasn't acquainted with. He seemed mildly surprised at my long talking. "What, never heard a girl talk so long?" He shook his head. "No, it's just that if you really are Laurel Collins, then I am amazed." I scowled. "Thought I died in the dungeons of the Cair like everyone else?"

He shrugged. "That, and the fact that you are greatly admired in Narnian history." I turned back around and hopped up the remaining stairs, taking in the room before me. To be honest, I was disappointed. The room a tiny bit smaller than my bedroom at the Cair.

Books lined the shelves and tables full of parchment and books laid around messily. A nice touch that the Cair didn't have was a balcony. I shook my head. This is the enemy base. I cannot take a liking to it. I jumped when Sebastian cleared his throat.

I jerked around to see curiosity glinting at me with his jade eyes. I blinked rapidly. Yes, he had jade eyes, unlike pretty much every other Telmarine, who had brown or black eyes. "One more thing before I leave, if you don't mind of course. How'd you do it?"

I frowned. "Do what? Sneak into the town? That was child's play." He ran a hand through his black hair, making it stick up. "No, how'd you escape the dungeons?" I smirked cockily. "It was easy, too, but I can't tell you." He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why not?"

Footsteps could be heard, obviously coming this way. The 'lord' was back. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I said in a distant voice, trying to block out memories of the Siege. Sebastian looked disappointed, but nodded, turning to leave. "Sebastian," I called. He turned to look at me. "What year is it?" He paled slightly. Why is he looking at me like that? "It's 2303."