Chronicles of Lucy and Caspian [ENG]

Hope For A Slave

Waiting to go on a platform to be sold has to be one of the scariest things that has ever happened to me. Even though I was not yet on stage being sold, I could feel the crowd's eyes on me. Some looked at me as if I was a fine horse they may purchase; others had unconcealed lust in their gaze. I shifted my weight, wincing at the discomfort it brought. The traders hadn't harmed me too much, in fear of lowering their profit, but that didn't mean they had been gentle when hauling Edmund, Eustace, Caspian and I away.

Caspian

We had not seen him since he was sold. I prayed to Aslan he was safe and not harmed. I knew it was not a question of if he would escape, but how and when he would. Would he be able to find us before anything dreadful happened, to either him or us? My stomach curled sour at the thought of something happening to him.

Lucy, I scolded myself, this is not the time to ponder your feelings for Caspian. You've spent all night in a cell thinking of nothing but if your feelings were appropriate. It doesn't matter, they're not returned. LUCY! I mentally smacked myself.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw them drag Edmund on stage. He was a little more beaten up than I was, with a few bruises showing. He wore a scowl that I had not seen on him since before we entered Narnia for the first time. I had almost forgotten he could make faces like that. Suddenly his eyes light up for a moment, as if he had spied some kind of hope.

I glanced over to where he had been looking, but saw nothing but people. There was a woman overly dressed for being in a "market" square, a squat man who seemed to be drunk, and a hooded figure staring at the stage. Wait a moment…

Before I could get a better look at the hooded figure, I was being hauled on stage. Aslan help me.

For the first time since entering Narnia again, I felt afraid.

But then I caught sight of the figure again, this time closer. Just peering out from under his hood, I could make out deep chocolate brown eyes. They locked with mine and filled with relief and determination. The whole disappeared around me as vague recognition filled me. I could scarcely hear bids being made on me, but my sole focus was locked on the hooded figure. Before I could register anymore, I was pushed off stage to a man who had "purchased me."

He smiled sickly at me and tugged at a stray curl. "Well aren't you a pretty one." Bile rose in my throat and I spat clean in his face. He stumbled back in disgust, wiping his face. "Stupid bitch." He seethed. But before his hand could strike me, someone caught his wrist.

"I wouldn't." an accented voice hissed out from the hooded man. The man who had purchased was about to respond when a battle like cry rang through the square. Men from the Dawn Treader swarmed onto the square, swords flashing.

Taking advantage of my "owner's" distraction, I kicked out hard. He doubled over and I rammed into his side, pushing him to the ground. The cloaked figure drew his sword and cut up through my binds. Edmund, who had been freed by Captain Drinian, tossed me a sword. I caught it with ease and started on the first man who crossed my blade.

I took down several opponents, all without any fatal blows. I found using the hilt of my swords, knocking them off balance or simply disarming them to work rather well. As one of the traders fell I clashed with the cloaked figure's sword. He stumbled back in surprise and his hood fell back to reveal the face of a familiar young king.

"Caspian." I cried with surprise and dropped my sword. Unaware of exactly what caused me to be so bold, I flung myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck in a hug. He dropped his sword as well and wrapped his arms around me.

Blushing, I pulled away and looked around. We had easily beaten the traders and with no deaths or serious injuries on either side. I turned to say that much to Caspian, but before I could utter a sound his lips cut me off.

I jumped slightly at the feeling of Caspian kissing me, but leaned into him anyway. His lips moved sweetly on mine, tasting of salt and the ocean. His hand cupped my face and I rest mine lightly on his neck.

By the time Caspian pulled away I was completely breathless and slightly confused. I gazed up at him with a curious expression. He kissed my forehead sweetly, "I am so glad you're safe." Seeing my look of confusion he chuckled and kissed my temple, "I've wanted to do that for a while." He whispered in my ear, his voice deeper than normal.

A throat cleared awkwardly behind us and Caspian turned to face who ever it was without letting go of my waist. Edmund was hand was rubbing the back of his neck and he indeed looked rather uncomfortable. I flushed pink again and resisted the urge to hide in the crook of Caspian's neck. That would not make anything less awkward.

"I- umm- yes- I'm – hmm- I'm just going to come back later then and- um- leave you two- to-yes- umm- do- that?" Edmund stammered and flushed. He swayed a bit on his heels before turning away.

Caspian let out a small sigh of relief mixed with a chuckle, "Guess that means he won't kill me for doing this." He said with a shrug and then once again brought his lips to my own again.