Always || Edmund Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia) [1]

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

EDITED 7/16/21

After Caspian and Peter's disagreement when they got back from raiding the Telmarine castle, things were tense, but they had to get back to work. The Telmarines were ready to fight back more than ever, especially now that they had been provoked. The Narnians, despite the grief they felt for those who were left behind and inevitably killed, poured their remaining time and energy into improving their weapons and practicing their skills. It was only a matter of time before Miraz sent his men to strike.

In those few days, Mary felt useless. Her ankle injury wasn't serious, but she had to wait for it to heal on its own. Naturally, it would take at least two weeks, but she knew they didn't have that much time left until another battle broke out, so she had no choice but to listen to the orders that she should refrain from physical activity during their time left there.

"Is it possible to die from not moving at all?"

"You're overreacting, Mary."

Mary sighed dramatically and pouted. Edmund, who sat across her on her makeshift bed in the temporary sleeping chambers down at Aslan's How, chuckled at her actions.

"I am not," Mary defended. "It's been four days."

"You know why you have to rest," Edmund pointed out, eyeing her bandaged foot.

"But I've barely been allowed to walk and it's making me feel useless. I'm pretty sure I already forgot how to walk."

Edmund rolled his eyes. "Okay, so I know you're an idiot, but I didn't think you were that stupid."

Mary gasped, feigning offense as she threw the nearest item next to her at his face, which happened to be one of the old, thin, rolled up blankets they were provided with. Edmund shielded his face and dodged it, the object soaring through the air and landing in a messy pile on the floor next to him.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "That wasn't very nice."

"What would you know about being nice?" Mary grinned.

Edmund glared. "Whatever. You know you're actually allowed to walk — just minimal, though. It's the training you're not allowed to do."

Mary slumped and leaned against the wall. "That's what I'm worried about. I need all the training I can get before the Telmarines arrive."

Edmund noticed her mood start to turn glum and joked, "Weren't the lessons from an expert like myself enough?"

"Oh, be quiet, you arrogant little shi —"

"Language," Edmund cut her off in a playful voice. "And did you just call me little? Look who's talking."

Mary pushed him on his side, not enough to hurt him but just enough for him to lose balance, almost falling off of the bed.

"Whoa! I could've fallen and gotten hurt."

"Look who's exaggerating now," Mary teased.

"I —" Edmund began but couldn't think of a smart comeback. "Okay, I got nothing."

"I win."

"No, you don't."

"Of course I did. I had the last say," Mary insisted, knowing it would irritate him.

"You're just insisting that you won, but I don't believe it," Edmund said stubbornly.

After a short pause, Edmund changed the subject and asked, "So, when did they say you could start training a bit again?"