The Chosen One

Ch. 11 Falling Apart

"Well that's good that you have troops, but we need some fortifications. Somewhere to train," Peter explains to Caspian, who is leading us to Aslan's Howe. I am standing beside Peter as my brother is describing what he has planned for the Kings and Queens of Old. I however just keep glancing between the two. It's like being in charge is a competition, like being leader is the greatest victory any man would die for.

"Terrain," I face my brother. "How did you come across the Kings and Queens?"

"Well, when you an'I got split up, I was taken captive by Uncle Miraz. I then remember waking up on a boat, being gagged and tied up. When the soldiers were about to throw us overboard, Edmund and Peter saved Trumpkin and my life." I look towards Peter, who is smiling, probably remembering the very moment. "Actually it was just Edmund who saved my life, well saved me from drowning. Peter saved me from falling off a cliff."

"You f-fell off a cliff?" Caspian asks worriedly.

"I got... distracted," I say, my cheeks heating up a bit. Peter just walks quietly beside us grinning from ear to ear.

"Distracted from what?"

"Nature!" I state a little too fast, making both boys look startled. "I was looking... at the trees. Lucy said they used to dance. I wanted to see if they would."

As we approach Aslan's Howe, Peter whispers in my ear. "Nature is a lovely sight to observe."

"It is for the most part," I playfully state. Suddenly someone places their hand in mine. I look to see Ed and smile. As we walk towards Aslan's Howe, Ed and I continue to hold hands. I notice my brother glare at me from afar, however I ignore him.

"Is your brother the kind of person to become competitive?"

"Not usually, however when someone tells him to do something that he thinks or should I say a king thinks he shouldn't do, then he becomes enraged."

"Do you think Peter is a good king?"

"He was when he knew nothing about being one. Now I fear that he believes that Narnia is the same. If he believes it is the same, then he will think he knows all. I fear his pride will destroy us." I am about to ask another question when we approach he hill. There is a path leading up to the Howe. Along the path's edges are centaurs, lining up and holding their swords high to the heavens for the Kings and Queens' return. The siblings go ahead of Caspian an'I. We follow after where all the markings of the Kings and Queens stories are held.