Even a traitor may mend || The chronicles of narnia

Sacrifice

Edmund took a deep breath from here he stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down across the Narnian army, his brother positioned right at the front, and at the approaching army of the witch.
There were thousands of them, and it was clear that they were obviously outnumbered, big time.
If he was honest, we was feeling rather quite sick at this point, but he forced himself to ignore it. He would fight in this battle, no matter how he felt. He could come down with a fever and he'd still fight.
Although he couldn't say Peter would be very happy if he did fight with a fever.
Edmund found himself smiling a little at this thought, but sighed to himself when his thoughts drifted back to earlier, when they'd separated and Peter had sent him up to stand with the archers.

"Are - Are you sure you'll be okay?" Peter murmered as he stopped walking and turned to face Edmund, who had been staring at the ground beneath him the whole walk.
At Peter's voice though he finaly looked up, taking a deep breath and giving his brother a reassuring nod. "I'll be fine." He said slowly.
Peter stared at him for a moment, before running a hand through his hair (he wasn't wearing his helmet yet). "Remind me again why I'm letting you do this." He muttered, and Edmund was sure he noticed him trembling.
Edmund smiled gently. "Because deep down I think you know." He said. "Deep down you understand why I have to do this."
Peter swallowed hard. "I'm still angry at myself." He muttered. "I mean, what an earth would Mum think, if she'd known what I'm about to let you do."
"Mum's not here Peter." Edmund told him gently.
Peter sighed, before reaching up and giving his brothers shoulder a tight squeeze. "Just be careful alright?" He choked.
Edmund nodded a little. "I'll be alright." He said quietly.
Peter swallowed hard before speaking again. "And if you see any sign of the witch, anywhere near you, run the other way, you hear me?"
Edmund just nodded again, giving Peter another small smile. "You - You should-" He stopped and nodded his head in Orious' direction, the centaur stood a little way back, clearly waiting.
"I'll see you later?" Peter asked. "When the battles over?"
Edmund swallowed hard. If he was honest with himself he didn't know what the chances of them winning and surviving were, but for the sake of his brother he nodded. "See you after the battle." He agreed.
The two stood there for a moment, before Edmund sighed and flung his arms around Peter's neck. "Please be careful." He choked, burying his face against Peter's shoulder, despite the armour he was wearing.
Peter took a deep breath and placed a kiss to the side of his head, the hug he returned once again awkward. "I'll be alright Ed." He whispered. "Promise."
Edmund sniffed quietly and slowly pulled away, not making eye contact with his older brother. "Alright." He whispered. "Well, bye then." And with that said, he'd hastily turned and headed up for the cliff, hoping that if he left quickly enough, Peter wouldn't see the worried tears in his eyes.

Swallowing hard Edmund glanced back down at his brother, who after a second slowly turned his upper body to glance up at him.
Even from this distance Edmund could see the worry on his face, the uncertainty, and gave him a small, gentle nod of encouragement, hoping it would be enough.
Peter seemed to smile a little at him before turning back around and drawing his sword, sending cheers all throughout the army.
After a couple minutes Edmund drew his own sword, at once feeling the weight of the thing and practically begging himself not to drop it.
Usually though it probably wouldn't be too hard to carry, but he was still tired and weak from his few days with the witch, and still didn't have all his strength back, so this just made the task of holding a sword all the more difficult.
But he didn't make any sign that he was struggling, and instead kept his eyes glued on Peter, until that is, he had to single to the gryffins.
Then he just had to wait, trying his hardest not to throw up when the Narnian army got ready to charge.
Peter's battle cry made a small smile appear on his face though, but as his brother got closer to the witches army, the more his heart pounded, and as soon as the two armies met, he had to look away for a moment.
He was so worried for Peter, and when the Phoenix fire wall failed, he just started to get more and more worried for him.
When he heard the signal though, he wasted no time in rushing to the rocks.
The running made his back ache, but he ignored it and took his position on the edge of a different, smaller cliff, raising his sword above his head and waiting for his brother and the Narnian army to lead the witches followers to them.
As soon as they were close enough, Edmund lowered his sword, and felt a wave of relief hit him when all the arrows fired, met their targets.
His heart leapt into his throat though when, all of a sudden, the unicorn Peter was riding was shot with an arrow and It's legged buckled beneath him.
Peter was thrown off immediately, landing with a loud thud on the ground not far away.
Edmund watched, holding his breath until Peter managed to pull himself to his feet, only then allowing himself to breathe again.
Two seconds later though, he watched in horror as Orious charged head long at the witch, and was turned into stone almost instantly by her wand.
That did it.
After only a second of hesitation, Edmund abandoned his post on the edge of the cliff, and rushed down to his brother, who was taking deep breaths and clearly trying to get over being flung from the unicorn.
But the second he saw Edmund, his eyes went wide. "Ed I told you to stay up with the archers!" He cried, loud enough so that his brother would be able to hear him.
Edmund sighed. "No Peter." He relied. "I'm helping down here, please don't try and stop me."
And before Peter could say a single world in reply, Edmund turned and had to immediately plunge his sword straight into an ogre's chest, making his eyes go wide and causing him to actually gag.
Peter rushed over as the ogre fell to the floor, placing his hands on Edmund's shoulders. "Ed you alright?" He asked quickly.
Edmund swallowed hard and slowly nodded his head. "I - I think so." He breathed.
Peter stared at him, not looking at all sure about all of this, but after being attacked by a wolf, he really had no choice but to let Edmund fight, anyway it's not like his brother would listen to him, no matter how many times he was told to leave.
Edmund watched carefully as Peter defeated the wolf with only a little struggle, before turning and slashing down the next enemie.
They'd probably only been fighting for another ten minutes when he heard Peter shout his name.
Slashing at the legs of an ogre, he swung around, a frown spread across his face.
"There's too many!" Peter shouted at him. "Get out of here! Get the girls and get them home!"
Edmund was shocked, Peter was telling him to leave? Why an earth would he listen? Peter clearly needed as much help as he could get.
But before he knew it, he'd been grabbed by someone - Mr.beaver he found out, and dragged up the rocks, away from the main battle.
Edmund froze half way up, squeezing his eyes shut before swinging around and searching for his brother... he couldn't just leave him.
No, he really couldn't, not now... not now that the white witch was walking straight for him, her wand held tightly in her hand.
She's going to turn Peter into stone
Edmund swallowed hard at this thought, shaking his head a little.
Not if I can do something about it
Were his thoughts as he drew his sword.
"Peter said get out of here!" Mr.beaver cried, looking shocked.
Edmund tightened his grip on his sword. "Peter's not king yet." He said quickly, before running off back down the hill.
He ran as fast as he could, ignoring the pain and just telling himself that he had to reach the witch, no matter what.
He finaly reached her, and didn't hesitate in the slightest as he jumped off a rock, raising his sword and aiming for the witches wand... and not her directly.
But the witch had heard him coming, and pulled her wand out of the way as quickly as she could, giving a small smirk once she saw Edmund.
Edmund's heart skipped a beat at the smirk, but shook his fear away, and the second she lunged at him, attempting to turn him into stone, he swung around, lifted his sword and brought it down directly on the wand.
He gasped a little when the wand all of a sudden exploded in a huge flash of blue, sending ice shards flying everywhere, some scratching his hands and face, but he only concentrated on one thought.
He had smashed the wand, and saved his brother from being turned to stone.
The blue light soon faded, and Edmund glanced back up at the witch again, his stomach dropping at the expression on her face.
Anger.
Pure and utter anger.
Edmund froze completely, unsure of what to do, and this was the mistake he made.
The witch took advantage of his shock, and twisted his sword from his hands, causing Edmund to let out a loud gasp.
But the gasp was nothing compared to the sound he let out when an agonising pain ripped through his stomach, causing him to double over and grip the wand that was now embedded deep into his stomach.
Edmund couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't think of anything but the pain.
His eyes had squeezed shut of their own accord, and his head was pounding.
He let out a gasp followed by a quiet sob when the witch pushed the wand deeper, twisting it as it went.
He could've sworn he'd heard Peter shout, no scream his name, but he couldn't be too sure, not with the loud ringing in his ear.
His eyes snapped open when the witch yanked the wand mercilessly from his stomach, letting out another loud gasp before allowing his eyes to flicker upwards to look at the witch.
The look on her face was one of pure hate and anger, and Edmund couldn't help but glance up at her with a look of defeat spread across his face.
The pain by this point was a whole lot worse, and he felt his legs begin to buckle beneath him, as well as the blood coating his hands and his tunic.
After a few more seconds, he had no strength to hold himself up anymore, and allowed himself to fall slowly to the floor.
He landed with a thud, his eyes closing again as he tried his hardest to breathe.
But he just couldn't.
He was laying on the floor, unable to breathe, unable to hear, see or move... and in so much pain, he didn't know how much longer he could cope.

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