Narnia Preferences and Oneshots

Edmund Oneshot 1/2

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(A/N: Hey guys! I had play practice today and, needless to say, this production will definitely be interesting. From what I've been told, I have my lines and cues and timing right, but for whatever reason, a bunch of other kids are messing up on their timing and one main character doesn't have all of their lines memorized and ARRGGHH. We only have a week, meaning one practice, until our first dress rehearsal. I'M LOWKEY REALLY SCARED. But, I'm going to choose not to show it because where's the fun in that?! Remember to eat something, drink some water and take your meds! Love you!)

Preference: You are kidnapped by the Telmarines and Edmund's not too pleased

Edmund's POV

"Y/N!" I shuffled through more tired Narnians, searching for the H/C girl. My gryffin had flown to the top of the How where the rest of them had gone to rest. "Has anyone seen Y/N?" I shouted. A few fauns and centaurs around me shook their heads, a funny look in their eyes. My heart dropped to my stomach.

"Hey!" I heard someone call. The sound of swords unsheathing and clashing rang from somewhere up front. I made my way up, trying to get a better view.

Peter and Caspian had their swords at the other's throats. I had expected Y/N to be with Susan, but she was nowhere in sight.

"Stop it!" I shouted at the both of them. They kept their eyes on each other, lowering their swords to their waists. "Has anyone seen Y/N?"

Peter's eyes widened. "We thought you had her."

"Well, obviously I bloody well don't," I snapped. "You didn't see her leave with a horse, or a gryffin?"

"All of the griffins are accounted for, your majesty," a faun behind me piped up.

"Y/N couldn't have taken a horse," Caspian said. "I was the only one in the stables and she wouldn't have known where they were anyways."

"Are you saying-" I swallowed. "Are you saying she's still there?" I clenched my fist around the hilt of my sword.

"Ed-" Susan stepped towards me, her hand up as though I was a wild animal.

"Don't," I said, flinching away. "Don't try to talk me out of a rash decision." I turned to the How. "Grimdal!" I called. A few seconds later, Grimdal, the gryffin I had ridden to the castle raid, came soaring down, his large wings blowing air into all of our faces. Susan's hair flew into her face, even Caspian's giving him trouble. "Could I trouble you to make another trip to the castle?"

"To rescue lady Y/N, your majesty?" He replied, bowing his head in acknowledgement of the royalty surrounding him.

"How did you-"

"We griffin's have superburb hearing, sire."

I shook my head dismissively. "Okay, alright, that doesn't matter." My words were flamboyant and hasty. Grimdal kneeled and let me slide onto his back, gripping the feathers on the back of his neck.

"You shouldn't go alone," Peter said, putting a hand on Grim's shoulder to stop him from taking off. "Let us go with you."

"That will take too long," I said. I lowered my voice. "The Narnians are tired. They're grieving. You and Susan need to be here. Caspian isn't stable emotionally. I need to get to her quickly. If they dare touch her, Y/N doesn't have a very high pain tolerance."

"Do you think she'll give up any information?" Pete asked. I shook my head.

"No, of course not. I just know that it will take every ounce of her control if they try to make her." With those reassuring last words, I swatted Peter's hand away, spurring Grimdal to take off towards the castle.

Y/N's POV

Note to self: try not to get kidnapped next time you infiltrate enemy territory.

The cells were not exactly horrible. From what I could see in the dim lighting, the cell they had put me in was for high priority prisoners. It was down it's own tunnel deep within the castle, blocked off from any windows or other cells. Torches lined the stone walls, crudely hammered into place with rusting metal and bent nails. The bars on the cell were in better condition, but had obviously seen better days.

I had been trying to get the tower Edmund was in when I was shot in the shoulder with an arrow. Someone had then knocked me out, leaving a rather painful bruise to form on the back of my head.

When I woke up, my wounds had been bandaged and I had been stripped of my weapons and armor, which left me in a thin blue skirt and dark purple shirt. I almost regretted wearing sensible clothing for a battle. Almost.

I heard a large clanging sound coming from the other end of the tunnel, followed by a pair of heavy footsteps and the cringe-worthy noise of squeaky leather. Two burly guards came into view, their hair down to their shoulders in true Telmarine fashion. One was holding a folded whip in his hand, the other a large ring of keys.