𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑼𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒂 ⚔ 𝐸𝑑𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑒

Part 8: Glorgan

She was aroused by the sunlight dazzling from her windows.

It was the warmest morning Narnia had since the White Witchs return.

Though still covered with snow, they couldnt be happier that the weather was getting better.

Y/N pulled her blankets closer to her, caressing it lovingly. The smell of warm blankets reminded her of one more thing other than home.

Yesterday, Edmund lingered beside her until afternoon, constantly asking her if the wound on her shoulder was getting better.

The blankets still smell like him. It was not strong but comforting. She wished to stay longer with it but her training—her real training—will start early in the morning.

She got up, most unwillingly, and compose herself into preparing for the training.

Edmund gave her a longsword with a leather-covered hilt. He said that it would be her weapon for the war.

Edmund? her voice muffled against his chest. He hummed, still stroking her hair.

She remained silent for a second. Then: What will happen if we die in this world? She was now looking up at him, eager for an answer. He shook his head and told her he doesnt know it either. Oh, by the way, he exclaimed as if in remembrance of something he had forgotten before.

He sat up gently, Y/N pulling away from him to do so.

He edged to the side of her bed and searched for something on his armor that he previously removed before they went to bed.

He pulled a dagger, examined it for a second, and handed it to her.

I shouldve given that to you a long time ago, he explained, moving back to her.

What for? she asked, turning it over and over to her fingers. The dagger was still tucked on its leather sheath embroidered with golden thread in the shape of a lion.

To protect yourself. Assuming that you might lose that, he pointed on the longsword beside the night table, during the battle.

By that time, she was carefully unsheathing the dagger.

Emblazoned on the blade was the initials: E.P.

She beamed at him.

I want you to keep that by your side all the time, he smiled and stooped down to kiss her cheek.

She thanked him and gave him an affectionate hug.

Y/N patted the dagger on her belt as she made her way down to the battlegrounds where Edmund was waiting. She always kept the dagger by her side as promised.

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The training went on till noon. All of them seemed more determined now that they may encounter a war at any moment.

Edmund praised her for doing well. He never thought shed get used to a sword as quick as that. She shrugged, telling him that it was just adrenaline.

She asked another round one after the other, so they were both panting by the time they stopped.

That was incredible, she cheered.

Edmund nodded, laughing with her.

Their jovial moment came to an end when they heard a frightful shriek from one of the creatures in the battlegrounds.

This was followed by everyone drawing their own weapons, the arrows pointing in one direction.

Edmund and Y/N ran up front to where the sound came from.

Peter, Lucy, and Susan, whod been in the battlegrounds as well, were already facing the foe that came.

Edmund and Y/N saw two minotaurs but there was another creature between the minotaurs, but they couldnt see much for the three Pevensies were obscuring the sight.

They ran forward and saw him.

Go away, traitor! someone shouted from behind them. This was followed by furious grunts from the agreeing creatures.

They were indicating to Glorgan, who was whether too proud or too idiotic to come in the premises of Cair Paravel with only two minotaurs as his companions.

What are they trying to prove? she thought.

Glorgan, Peters voice was tough as though hed been keeping a rage that was about to burst. Does your Queen wanted the Narnians to know something?

What were you here for? Susan piped in.

Glorgan didnt answer. The minotaurs lifted their weapons and started to attack.

They barreled forward, a heavy ax on each of their arms.

Peter and Lucy came for the other and Susan and Edmund for the other.

Y/N conceded that helping them would just be a bother. They can vanquish them in minutes. They were made of snow to start with.

Y/N gripped her longsword in case something unwanted happens.

An arrow was aimed at Glorgan, but he didnt move or help his companions either, even if he had a crossbow in hand.

The arrow hit his chest and he fell on the ground, the crossbow now out of his hands.

The four Pevensies were still dueling with the minotaurs.

Glorgan was still breathing, he motioned a hand for Y/N to come close to him.

Y/N hesitated, she remembered his triumphant grin when the Witch captured her.

She gripped her longsword and came forward. Glorgan used the strength left to him to speak to her.

I have offended N-Narniaand Aslan, he choked out. He pointed a weak finger to the minotaurs. You cant destroy them t-that easyt-the Witch put an e-enchantment to them.

His head fell back to the ground and his eyes shut close. Those were his last words.

Y/N trained her eyes back to the minotaurs. But he didnt saw any of them anymore. Just a tall mound of snow that looked like a badly-figured snowman.

The Pevensies backed away from the remains. Their people cheered.

But Y/N realized that this wasnt the most appropriate time for a celebration now that the mounds of snow were reforming themselves into figures.