The Royal Rescue

Your Dark Side

Treking down the cliff was alot easier than treking up. Less falling and bleeding  . Well, with a little help from Edmund. As always.

Still it was a 40 minute trek downward and conversation was awkward between Edmund and I. Whenever I started talking about something , he would have this annoyed look on his face which made things odd. Still, that doesn't stop me from talking.

" You like watching a circus ? " I asked him , trying to make conversation and also aiming to figure out why he's so annoyed,

" Maybe. " He retorted , almost rudely. I cowered of my pace with him. I fell back to Lucy and Susan , not sure of what I did to piss him off. He's different when he's angry, he's awkward. 

Reaching the end of the cliff, we were looking around for further signs of life. The sign was bold and proud ahead of us. I uncounciously wondered about the translation. The air down here had a different atmosphere, thick and uncertain. Slowly we made our way inside , crossing under the sign-board. Peter led the party, like always. We crossed different shop-like stands that were very old and graying. Signs indicating they must've sold something. Broken rides and scattered cotton candy sticks passed our vision.

The tents were just a few steps ahead but we stopped to explore. Light conversation flowed with Susan and I as we observed a toy doll lying on the dirt. We talked about dolls we used to play with when we were young. She told me about the rag-dolls she tried to sew but always pricked her fingers. I told her about Barbie. We laughed at the ridiculousness of Blonde-Blue-eyed dolls. Lucy came to join us after exploring a bit with Edmund, who happened to be in a better mood now that Lucy had cheered him up. I internally snorted at that thought.

Lucy came and stood beside me and Susan. I still had the toy doll in my hand that we were previously observing. It was actually very pretty, it had short brown, tangled hair. All fuzzy. And it had the cutest nose and wide , painted green eyes. It was better than any Barbie I'd seen. The dress it wore was dirty and rough but we could clearly make out a red color. It was such a beautiful thing in such a horrific place. I turned and showed it to Lucy. She gave out a little squeal and took the doll in her hands, regarding it carefully. She caressed its fuzzy hair with her delicate fingers. She had this distant look in her that I did not like and she went on caressing the doll and queitly observing it. Susan was unfazed by Lucy's unusual actions. Peter came up behind me to look at what Lucy was holding, he smiled warmly at her and then turned his eyes to me. With that same smile on his face, he looked at me. For the first time, I felt part of family. I had family back home, but no siblings. How am I supposed to feel the family vibe without a real family. Its not anybody's fault.

I shyly returned that smile, feeling somewhat connected to protecting Lucy. Even though she was only a year younger than me, the mental differece was way more. I was much more older in my mind. and these people knew that. I looked away from Peter , looking for Edmund. I found him next to Peter. Looking at the ground like it was the oddest thing in the world. Well , it was. Nevermind. He looked like he'd been caught staring or something. Anyways, sidestepping Peter I nudged him with my hand. He shrugged it off. I did it again and then he took hold of my hand and yanked me forwards.

" Stop. Okay ? Just stop pretending that you care what I think. " He whispered coldly. I looked at him and then at his fingers that were on my wrist.

" What are you talking about ? What's got you so pissed off ? " I asked him honestly.