𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 [chronicles of narnia]

9

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ON HIS GRYPHON, Edmund flew over the castle, surveying the carnage that lay below him. The troops had retreated a mere five minutes ago and the Narnians were on their way back at the How, while the youngest king insisted on sweeping the courtyard in hope of rescuing any survivors. Peter didn't say anything when the boy offered to search, instead the older boy who was usually full of commands was silent. It was a heavy silence. One that wasn't comfortable or uncomfortable, just heavy.

As Edmund soared over the castle, the glint of a sword caught his eye as he squinted to see- and once he did his heart stopped. He felt like vomiting out the contents of his stomach upon seeing what he saw. Eliza lay on the cold, hard ground, her hair splayed around her, and an arrow protruding from her stomach surrounded by a large gash oozing blood. She looked deadly pale, her translucent complexion making her stand out among her dead Narnian comrades.

The boys stomach churned and his heart raced as he dived down to wards his twin, putting himself in the range of a Telmarines crossbow if they were to fire. The gryphon swooped down and gently lifted the girl from the floor with his claws, before flying back up into the skies. Edmund bent down around the side of the gryphon, reaching to take Eliza's limp hand into his own. A small sigh of relief went through him as a he felt the flutter of her pulse.

It was faint but it was there.

"Hold on Liza, I got you." Edmund whispered, as he flew over the tree tops. As of right now they were working on a clock. If he didn't get Eliza back on time, she would die. She couldn't die.

He wouldn't let her.

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LUCY EMERGED from the How upon hearing the Narnian trumpets. The army, led by a distraught Peter and a furious Caspian, returned from battle. Lucy's face softened, "What happened?" She asked, earning sighs of frustration from both boys.

Peter wiped his red eyes. "Ask him." He spat, pointing at Caspian accusingly, making the prince scoff loudly.

"Peter." Susan snapped back, her cheeks red and tear stained after hearing about what Peter had seen at the gate.

"Me?" Caspian retorted, "You could have called it off. There was still time." The boy was infuriated that the High King would dare place the blame on him.

Peter laughed bitterly, "No there wasn't- thanks to you. If you'd kept to the plan, those soldiers, my sister might be alive right now." He yelled.