𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 [chronicles of narnia]

1

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ELIZA STOOD AMONG the crowds that had formed to watch Peter and a group of boys fight on the floor of the underground. Lucy had run off to find Susan, while Eliza fought back the urge to interfere. Everyone around her were pounding their fists in air, repeatedly yelling 'fight' over and over again, getting increasingly louder each time they chanted it.

The girl watched helplessly as her brother was thrown against the wall by two other boys. Her sisters soon arrived at her side in a panicked state, as Peter glanced up at the three, his apologetic eyes meeting theirs. Eliza shook her head in exasperation but was soon pushed to the side as Edmund shoved his way through the crowd and joined the fight.

Eliza groaned "Oh For gods sake, Edmund!" She yelled after her twin who shrugged and jumped atop a boy, tackling him to the floor as the chants grew louder. The girl went to rush after him, only to be held back by Susan who gave her a warning glare. The three could only watch in horror as two boys grabbed Peter and threw him on the edge of the platform, his head dangling over the side onto the tracks.

A sharp whistle rang through the air, as soldiers ran towards the fight. The onlookers scattered in fear of being in trouble, Susan tugged Lucy and Eliza up the stairs but Eliza swatted the older girls hand and waited at the bottom steps for her two brothers who were being pulled off of the other boys.

A soldier leeched onto Peter and ripped him off another boy, "Act your age!" The soldier bellowed, releasing the older boy.

The two walked in defeat towards Eliza who clapped mockingly, "Well done, Kings of Narnia, such a great show." She mocked, rolling her eyes, at the two.

Peter glared at her angrily but Edmund merely hit her shoulder while the girl laughed, and wrapped an arm around her twins shoulder as the three embarked to find their sisters.

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EDMUND SET DOWN his luggage, and plopped down on the bench beside his siblings who all sat- sullen faced, and staring at the tracks. "You're welcome." Edmund grumbled, at the eldest Pevensie, shifting in his seat so that the five could all fit. 

Peter stood up, making more room on the bench, "I had it sorted." He replied with an irritated expression across his face.

"What was it this time?" Susan questioned, as Eliza stared off in a daze. She'd done that lot since she'd come back from Narnia. It'd been hard to adjust back to the normality of the Pevensie's Finchley life. The girl wished she could just return to the fields where she trained and sparred with her troops. She longed to hold her sword in her hands, she longed for the stars and beauty of Narnia.