Right by your side || The Chronicles of Narnia

Back together again

Susan slowly wrapped her arms around Lucy, from where she and her were sat against a tree, the wolves and hag surrounding them and the minotaur guarding Philip.
"We'll be alright." She whispered in her ear at feeling her trembling.
Lucy took a deep breath. "How?" She mumbled.
"You'll see." Susan replied, unsure really on how to answer the question.
Both their heads snapped up though when there was a loud screech from the hag, and their eyes went wide at seeing a sword sticking out her chest, the sword being held by a faun.
Looking to her left Susan saw three more fauns and Orious charging towards them, and couldn't help the sigh of relief when they killed the wolves and the minotaur.
"Orious." She breathed.
"Your majesties." Orious said, bowing his head. "Are you alright?"
Susan nodded, and pulled a rather shocked looking Lucy to her feet. "We're fine." She assured him. "What happened to the army?"
"Defeated your majesty." One of the fauns said, bowing slightly.
Orious nodded but frowned when Philip walked over. "Where is king Peter?" He asked, before: "And king Edmund?"
Susan sighed. "Peter has been severely injured and Philip came back for help." She paused slightly, biting her lip. "And Edmund had gone after him."
Orious blinked. "I beg your pardon?" He exclaimed.
"Edmund has gone after Peter." Lucy whispered.
"How?" Orious asked hesitantly.
"Once Edmund puts his mind to something there's no stopping him." Susan said, sighing sadly.
Orious nodded. "I suppose we'll have to go after them." He said at once.
Susan nodded. "Edmund really can't of gotten too far." She said slowly. "Can he?"
"Of course not." Lucy said quickly. "He can hardly walk."
Susan nodded, taking a deep breath but saying nothing.
"Philip?" Orious asked.
"Yes?" The horse replied, stepping forward.
"Do you reckon you could carry the Queens?" Orious said.
Philip bowed his head. "It would be an honor." He said.
Susan nodded and helped Lucy up before climbing up herself, wrapping her arms tightly around Lucy's waist.
"Ready?" Orious asked.
Susan nodded. "Let's go."

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Edmund swallowed hard as he stared down at the quickly passing ground, well, more the trees.
This fly was causing him so much pain and he felt extremely sick, but he would never ask to be put down, he needed to reach Peter.
They'd been flying for ages at this point, seeming as the sun was just starting to rise, and Edmund could only hope that Peter was close.
He peered down again when they flew over a small clearing in the woods, holding his breath when he saw him... Peter. His older brother was slumped against a tree, eyes closed and head resting limply on his shoulder.
"Stop!" Edmund choked as loudly as he could.
The gryfin circled a few times before coming to land between the trees.
Edmund slid off, luckily landing on his feet... even if it took all his strength to stay on his feet.
"I will fly back to Cair and get help your majesty." The gryfin said.
Edmund nodded slightly. "Thank you." He whispered. "Thank you so much."
"My pleasure." The gryffin bowed before taking off again, disappearing from view.
Edmund coughed again before turning around to face his brother, his heart starting to pound as he did.
Peter wasn't moving, and in the light he could see his face was as pale as paper.
He spotted a deep cut going across his right arm, and saw a scarf tied around his stomach, a cream scarf... stained red.
"Peter?" Edmund choked, coughing again as he began stumbling towards his brother.
This was all too like his dream, the one where Peter had died, and he was beyond scared. "Pete come on." He choked.
After a short while he fell to his knees in front of Peter, tears in his eyes at his condition.
Swallowing hard he reached over and placed his hand gently to Peter's chest, waiting.
He could've collapsed when he felt his brothers slow heart beat, telling him that he wasn't dead, but just unconscious.
"Peter please wake up." Edmund whispered, his throat feeling raw. "Please."
But Peter did nothing expect just sit there, eyes closed, breathing slow.
Edmund sighed to himself before he began to cough, doubling over as his hand went to his mouth.
Breathe. You can do it. Calm down. Take deep breaths.
This seemed to work after a while, but Edmund felt absolutely exhausted, and his chest and throat literally burned.
He let out a quiet sob, staring at his brother... and very soon the apple in his hand.
He'd got the apple... and at this rate it would cost him his life.
The thought of eating the apple now never once crossed his mind.
Trying to stay sitting Edmund reached forward and moved the scarf to the side, staring at the wound going across Peter's stomach.
The very sight made his stomach flip and he had to crawl a little way away before he threw up violently into some bushes.
Taking a deep breath and wiping his mouth with his blood stained hands he returned to Peter, placing the scarf back to the wound and pressing down hard.
His eyes went wide in hope when Peter frowned and flinched, but he sighed when he relaxed again. Peter wouldn't be waking up any time soon.
Being as careful as he could, seeming as he knew Peter had a few broken bones, he curled up against his brothers side, accidentally collapsing against him the last minute when all the strength left his body.
He started sobbing as he sat there, leaning into his brother and gripping at the material of his torn tunic. "I'm so sorry." He choked between sobs, his voice barely getting past his lips. "I'm really, really sorry. You never should've gone to - to get the apple, if - if you didn't, you'd be safe." A few hacking coughs followed this before he buried his face against Peter's chest, getting no response from his older brother, not even a flinch.
He sat there for ages, just listening to Peter's heart beat, before darkness consumed him and he too, fell unconscious.

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