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If I do, it's only for a cute little moment with Lucy or whatever. Thank you so much for understanding!
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If there's one thing I've known, Peter was the most bossy boy I've ever met. "Y/N! Don't touch that!" "Y/N! Don't take another step!" "Y/N! Don't raise your voice!" "Y/N! Do not play with that!"
Y/N Don't Do This, Y/N Don't Do That.
I'm so sick of it! This time, (the next time) he tells me to do not (or don't) do something I will do it! Wether it be killing someone or eating something poisonous! I refuse to having my mother around telling me what to do.
(Days Later.)
It's bad. Miraz had gotten ahold of weapons and is starting a rebellion. (Again) And this time, Peter has gone missing. Edmund is freaking out. Lucy went talking to the trees and Susan is most likely out "adventuring" with Caspian. And what am I doing for the entire land? Standing- rather sitting on a high over the edge waterfall having a meltdown. For the past few weeks I've been waiting for the excuse to disobey any command or suggestion of action for me to do. But now, what am I supposed to do? My back suddenly starts acting for the fifth time today, so I lye still on the warm rock. Enjoying the sun and breezes. While my thoughts race. Every question about Peter I could think about enters my head.
What am I going to do?
I lied there for what seemed like ages. Until the sun hit the horizon at pink, purple and orange colors. With my back still acting I sit up, and stretch. Until, my eyes meet black pupils. Miraz. My first instinct was to punch. Which sent the familiar face over and into the water. My heart racing, I immediately stand and run. My eyes blurry and fuzzy, hair flying behind me; I ran, my heart pumping and my legs bubbling with adrenaline. The sprint lasts a bit. And soon I'm overcome by tiredness and numbness. What was going on with me today? I saw the castle in the distance. But a heavy hard life force brought me to my knees. Flipping me downwards and onto my back. The air in my lungs gone, and my lightheadedness returning once again. I wasn't going to loose to this- this- coward... "Get.off.me-!" A hard, solid, object hits my head. Everything was blackened out. Only replacing the sounds of mumbling.
"To the stone table it is?" "Yes and make sure that pathetic excuse of a "high" king witnesses it too"
