#like a lot of time and thought was spent on the Telmarines in Prince Caspian

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Chapter Eight | Peter Pevensie

[Red Series Book Two: Ribbons]

Rosemary returned to England to find things just how she left them - her father and brother missing and her mother drinking in her bedroom. But Rosemary wasn't going to give up this time. She took charge of her family as the Pevensies took charge of a country. 

But it's been a year since all five of them returned to England, and when they are called back by Susan's magic horn, they return to a completely different Narnia. Magic has been dormant for centuries and men now rule Narnia but with brute force and terror. 

The Pevensies know why they've been called back to Narnia but Rosemary is once again left in the dark. And with Aslan making himself sparse, the five kids are left to their own devices to answer their own questions.

Do they trust the exiled prince? Can they save Narnia again, and this time without Aslan swooping in to save them? And in Rosemary's case, why was she called back?

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The Narnians had been gathering deep in the woods and the walk there was warm. Rosemary had pushed up her sleeves and tied her hair up into a ponytail with her ribbon. Though most of her body was covered by her dress, the sun on her arms and the back of her neck felt nice.

"Hey, Rosemary?" The green-eyed girl looked to her right, where Susan had slowed down to walk beside her. Susan had pulled the sides of her hair back, exposing her cheekbones and ears which were usually covered by her thick hair. The look suited her, Rosemary thought. "Lucy and I were talking last night. I asked her why I didn't see Aslan, and I guess that applies to Peter too. She didn't know and I was wondering..."

"If I do." Rosemary looked around the woods they were trekking through. Part of her expected to see Aslan sauntering through the woods too, but she only saw every other creature of Narnia. No lion. "I've been thinking about it since Peter asked. Maybe it's because we're all older and we don't need someone to follow. To believe in. Lucy's not even ten yet."

"But you saw Aslan when you arrived here."

"That was different. He was there when I arrived. I didn't have to look for him. You guys are."

"Lucy said that maybe I didn't want to see him, but that's ridiculous. Of course I want to see him. I just want to know he's still out there."

Rosemary shook her head. "You don't have to see him to believe he's still out there, Susan. I think if you put your belief in him before your hope to see him, you'll find him. I've seen him and so has Lucy. Believe he's still out there and you'll find him."

Susan smiled gratefully, placing a hand on her friend's upper arm. "Thanks, Rosemary."

"Of course, Susan. If Aslan hadn't found me then I know I'd be in the same boat as you and Peter."

"Speaking of Peter," Susan's tone turned teasing. She grabbed Rosemary's right hand and held it up. "Nice ring. I noticed Peter's wearing his too."

Rosemary flushed, snatching her hand away. "Oh, shut up."

Susan laughed, catching the eyes of her siblings and Trumpkin up ahead. They looked at her and Rosemary curiously but soon turned back around and kept walking with the others. "You two are totally made for each other."

•

The final destination was Aslan's How - a mound of dirt with underground tunnels running for miles facing a large open field with a neglected stone arch on a square slab of stone. Weeds had grown through the cracks. Rosemary stood beside Peter for a moment, staring at the obscured temple and the blue sky. As they crossed the field, lingering centaurs and fauns gathered at the entrance to the How, prepared to greet their long lost kings and queens. They raised their swords to the clear blue sky before lowering them forty-five degrees.

Peter grabbed Rosemary's hand and walked with her and his siblings under the arch of weapons. Everybody else walked behind them as they approached and Rosemary got a glimpse of what she had missed.

Inside the How, fauns, minotaurs, and dwarves were working hard under the torchlight, forging weapons and armor. Like when they had first made their way through Aslan's camp, the creatures stopped and stared.

"I wonder if they still think we look funny," Susan observed. Lucy giggled and they continued walking, exploring their surroundings.

"It may not be what you are used to, but it is defensible." Caspian assured as the Pevensie boys and Rosemary.

"I don't doubt that," Rosemary laughed. "You could get lost in here."

"Guys." Susan was at the back of the main chamber. "You may want to see this."

Around the corner, images frozen in time were portrayed on the walls. Memories. One was of Lucy and Susan riding on Aslan's back when they had gone to Ice Castle for reinforcements. Another showed the Pevensie siblings standing in front of their thrones for the first time.

"It's us."

Rosemary ran her fingers along the wall, stopping at an image. It was her and Peter, lying in the bedroom on her last night. She was curled into his side, her eyes closed. "I'm in these too."

"What is this place?"

"You don't know?" Caspian grabbed a second torch and led them around the bend and down into another chamber. This one wasn't lit and Caspian had to dip his torch in a mystery liquid to light up the room. The fire spread around the circular room, illuminating carvings on the wall and the broken table in the middle.

In a trance, Lucy walked forward and touched the Stone Table. At one point, it was above ground. Whether it was buried by the Telmarines or hidden from them, she didn't know.

"I think it's up to us now," Peter announced, staring at the carving of Aslan with reverence. It was the biggest of all and in the middle of the room. You couldn't not be drawn to it. Even from a picture, you could feel Aslan's power.

Rosemary shared a secret look with Edmund, recalling what she had told him. She was proud that Peter had let go of his hope for Aslan's appearance and was taking responsibility. He was doing exactly what a king would do.

•

Peter found Rosemary at the top of the How. "I've been looking for you for fifteen minutes."

Rosemary smiled at Peter as he sat down next to her with a huff. "You must really need to talk to me."

"And see you," Peter admitted, loving the way she tried to suppress her smile and blushed. "I love your smile." Rosemary blushed harder and couldn't hold her beaming smile back any longer. "And there it is."

"What do you want, Peter?"

"A lot of things. To win this war without losing anybody, to stay here forever, to spend more time with you. What do you want?"

"I wish I could've spent more time with you when we were here last. I wish I could've watched you become King and watch you grow."

Peter hummed, looking at the trees in the distance. "If only we could change the past."

"Unfortunately, that's a magic trick Narnia can't do."

"I like to believe the past better prepares us for the future. Maybe we didn't spend enough time together in the past, but we can make up for lost time." Peter gently grabbed Rosemary's hand, staring at the ring on her right ring finger. "I've called a meeting to discuss battle strategies, and if they agree to my plan, I don't want you coming with us."

"What?" Rosemary pulled her hand away. "Why not?"

Peter reached for Rosemary's hand again. If she didn't agree to his proposition then he might scrap the plan altogether. He wasn't going to let her get hurt. "It isn't what you think. I know you're capable of holding your own but that isn't why I don't want you coming with us. The plan is dangerous and there's a lot of grey area to work through. But when it's all over and we go back to England..."

Peter was losing his nerve, Rosemary could tell. "Peter, what is it?"

He huffed. "I want to take you out for dinner, and bring you flowers, and watch you walk down the aisle. I want to marry you, Rosemary. But I can't do that if I lose you."

Rosemary didn't know what to say. Was this where she told Peter she loved him? She'd never loved someone in a romantic way. Was she in love with Peter?

"Say something, Rosie." Peter was looking at her expectantly and desperately.

"Sorry, you, uh, you kind of dropped a bomb on me there. I like the name Rosie and I want you to keep calling me that - even after we leave Narnia. But I don't like being sidelined."

"I know. But I can't look out for you out there."

"I'm the Protector, Peter. How am I supposed to protect you from here when you're out there?"

"You protect me in more ways than one, Rosemary. On the battlefield is one way, but when you look out for my siblings and make us all smile, you're looking out for us. For our lives and for our happiness. That's why you're the Protector."

Rosemary felt Peter's warm breaths on the crook of her neck when she hugged him. She tangled her fingers in his hair and laid her head on his shoulder. "Okay."

"I will look after Susan and Edmund while you look after Lucy and the How." Peter pulled away to stroke her cheeks. They were soft, a complete opposite from her hands which were rough and calloused from working on her family farm. "Together, we can protect them."

Rosemary smiled. "Together."

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The Lion, the Witch, and the Elph - Chapter 9

“They’re so still,” Lucy said, staring up at the trees s they rowed down the river.

“They’re trees,” Trumpkin grumbled. “What do you expect?”

“They used to dance,” Lucy replied simply.

Trumpkin shrugged, “Not since you lot left.” The children stilled at this before Lucy spoke again. “I don’t understand. How could Aslan let this happen?” “Aslan?” the dwarf asked. “Thought he abandoned you after you lot left.” “We didn’t mean to leave you know,” Edmund muttered.

Peter felt his heart sink into the soles of his shoes, his rowing slowing for a while. If he could go back, he wouldn’t have gone into the wardrobe. He wouldn’t have left Rhea and let her die alone….

“Doesn’t matter now,” the dwarf muttered.

“Take us to the Narnians,” Peter replied seriously. “And it will.” Silence enveloped the five before Susan noticed that Trumpkin kept looking curiously at Edmund as if something intrigued him.

“What are you staring at?” she insisted.

“That blade,” Trumpkin said, pointing to Rhea’s axe upon Edmund’s back, “Where did you find that?” Edmund took the axe off his back, placing it on his lap.

“This belonged to our dear friend….” “Rheanna the Seraphim,” Trumpkin interrupted.

Peter’s head snapped up at this, “You know her?”

Trumpkin was about to say that Rhea and her friends had stayed with them in their burrow for almost five years but he saw Lucy shake her head meaningfully and something about the look in her eyes told the dwarf to not tell them.

“She is a legend,” Trumpkin said. “Other than yourselves, she was the only one from the old tales that I believed actually existed. When the Telmarines took over, the seraphim warned the common Narnians to go into hiding to escape persecution. They say you can still hear her call in the night like a siren singing the trees and water to sleep. They say if you hear her, the winds will gently blow, and your hearths will roar…. And some say they have seen a girl with porcelain skin as white as snow, hair even whiter, sprinkled with water droplets and a long flowing dress of fire billowing in the wind. Eyes as green as grass and big as a doe’s. They say that her spirit still lives on, keeping the Narnian’s hopeful and alive until her friends from old returned.”

Lucy felt her heart leap at those words. The way Trumpkin said the words, she could tell that he was saying it from experience…. Rhea was alive! Now she knew for sure! “Rhea left this,” Edmund explained, gripping the axe. “with a spell to protect the treasure chamber in Cair Paravel. She left us messages from the day of the invasion….” Trumpkin nodded, “It is an ancient artifact of the Elph. They say that the metal the elph people used to create their weapons would glow if another Elph weapon is near.”

“But I thought Rhea was the last elph,” Susan pointed out.

Trumpkin shrugged, “It is like trying to kill of every fly, you will always miss a few.” Lucy’s eyes lit up, “Do you think there are still elph people around?”

“Well….” The dwarf started but never finished for a quiet whizzing sound passed them and a small throwing disk was now embedded on the handle of the oar Peter held.

“Wha….” Susan started, grabbing her bow but Lucy interrupted.

“Look!”

The others looked to see that the reddish blade of Rhea’s axe was now glowing so brightly that if it had been dark out, the blade would have lighted their way. They all looked at the half moon disk still embedded in the oar to find that it’s bluish blade was also glowing!

The children all looked around to see the owner of the disk until they finally caught sight of the person, standing on the bank of the river about fifty meters ahead.

For a moment, the children thought they were looking at a past version of Rhea for the silver armor and white clothing beneath were just like that which Rhea wore the first time they met. The person was definitely a girl for her legs were long and slender, her waist slim and from her height, build and size of certain places of her body indicated that she was at least fifteen.

She wore a lacy white light skirt which flowed about her legs like white petals. Her legs were garbed in tight black pants and slender silver armor. A matching shirt of similar material to her skirt with long white sleeves was held in place by a simple corset of silver armor. Shoulder plates and wrist guards of similar armor held her sleeves close to her arms. Around her waist hung a simple black belt, lined with small throwing daggers.

The kids also noticed the small throwing disks that lined the edges of her boots and pant legs.

Peter steered the boat to come ashore near the girl and the group climbed out of the boat. Trumpkin approached the girl first and the stranger pushed back the white hood of her outfit to reveal a headful of dirty blond hair which was pulled back in cornrow plaits to the back of her head where it was all held together in a ribbon, the wavy locks falling to the middle of her back. The girl was incredibly pretty and as much as the kids had hoped she either looked like Rhea or was Rhea herself, the is girl held no resemblance to the elph. Not even the slightly pointy ears. Her features were rounded with a cute upturned nose, faint dimples and button nose. Her eyes were shaded by thick lashes which almost hid the sky-blue color of her doe shaped eyes. There was one thing though that this girl and Rhea had in common other than their petite size: the way that they looked almost too perfect for the world.

“There you are Pheira,” Trumpkin grumbled, “Couldn’t bother to come and rescue me from Telmarines?” “I think you had it under control,” the girl said in a teasing voice. “Besides, I had to help Glenstorm round up the others for the meetin’.” “How did it go?” the dwarf asked. “They didn’t kill the kid did they?” The girl shook her head, “I left before Rehtir and the others brought him. Though, I doubt Reep would let them touch a hair on his head. He is a little overprotective for a creature of his size.” The girl then spied the four children watching them in awe before walking over and holding out her hand to them with a smile.

“I am Pheira Lionheart.” Lucy was the first to shake the girl’s hand, beaming, “Are you an elph?”

Pheira chuckled, “Not entirely. Since the White Witch wiped out most of my elph forefathers, Elph people had to live disguised alongside humans and over time the pure blood of full elph died out. My brother and I are the only living people with Elph in our blood.” “Where is your brother?” Edmund asked, curious about the whole thing.

“With the Narnians and Prince Caspian,” Pheira explained, smiling brightly at the boy. “I came to help you get there.” “A little help with direction would hurt,” Susan admitted, smirking at Peter.

The new girl looked at the eldest Pevensie before her face turned from curious to bright. This went unnoticed by all except Lucy. She would have to ask the girl about it later.

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Rhea sighed as she sat up in a tree overlooking the meeting of the Narnians and Caspian. She knew there would be some dejection toward the prince and she knew Nikabrik would be one of them but now it just sounded ridiculous to her.

“You would hold me accountable for other crimes of my people,” Caspian remarked angrily.

“Accountable,” Nikabrik echoed, “And punishable.” “Ha!” Reepacheep hooted, hopping down in front of the dwarf, “That is rich coming from you dwarf, or have you forgotten it was your people who fought alongside the White Witch!” Nikabrik pushed aside the mouse’s sword laughing, “I would do it again if it ridded us of these barbarians.”

“You cannot kill a hundred birds with one stone Nikabrik,” a voice said from above.

The others watched as Rehtir hopped down from a tree to stand beside Caspian, “If you had ha herd of dogs and one of them bit you, would you hold all the dogs accountable for the wrong the one dog committed? If one man from Archenland stole from you or murdered a person you loved, would that make every man and woman in Archenland responsible?” “You’re one to talk kid,” the dwarf hissed, “Your people went into hiding and abandoned us to the strife of the world!”

“ENOUGH!” a voice howled, a gust of wind knocking several darves over, the torches in the clearing blazing as Rhea jumped down from to stand between Rehtir and Caspian and the dwarf.

“Our people abandoned you!?” she hissed. “I was the last of my kind for centuries Nikabrik! The white witch wiped us out! As the only Elph not persecuted, did I abandon you? I slaved 15000 years away to keep Jadis in check and spent 15 years protecting the kings and queens of old. When they were gone I spent another 1052 years keeping the remaining Narnians alive! So, don’t even say that my people abandoned you! The Telmarine throne is rightfully Caspian’s. As I vowed 16052 years ago to protect the hope of Narnia, I bet my life on Caspian being the answer we need.”

“She speaks the truth,” Glenstorm said, walking over, “The time is right for a son of Adam to come forth and give us back our freedom.” “For Aslan,” Reep said, earning a smile from Rhea.

“Now, we need to find soldiers and weapons,” Caspian said. “I am sure they will be here soon.” As the group slowly dispersed, Rehtir approached Rhea, “Did he mean Miraz’s army or Pheira with the kings and queens?”

Rhea shrugged, “Both I guess. That horn was not made to only work when it watned. If it does what I think it does, they will all be here soon. Both good and bad.” “is that why you asked Pheira to tell no one but the youngest queen of your existence?””

Rhea nodded, “It has been 1052 years  since I saw them and so far they think I have been dead for most of that. Only Lucy knows of the elph life span…. And I don’t know if am ready to face them.” “But you have nothing to fear,” Rehtir objected, “You have never done anything wrong!” Rhea smiled before leaning over to plant a kiss on Rehtir’s cheek, “It may look like that but I have done the one thing that would make them hate me forever.” “What is that?” the boy inquired.

“I shut away my feelings for Peter and have sworn to never love again…. Even if he comes back. I cannot have my heart broken again. It’ll crumble if it does.”

*************

Lucy picked up her pace so she was walking beside Pheira, Edmund behind and the others ahead all of which out of hearing shot.

“Do you…. Know another elph by any chance?” she asked. “An old friend of ours!?” Pheira looked around to be sure none of the others could hear until she spoke in a whisper.

“Rhea is alive and well. She told me to only speak of her to you queen Lucy.”

Lucy nodded, “The others don’t know of her immortality. She told me when we were last here that she didn’t want them to pity her.” The part elph smiled, “I know why. I have known Rhea since for as long as I can remember…. some 1022 years or so.” “So, about 30 years after we left?” Lucy asked. “How old were you?” “Barely three humans years old,” Pheira replied. “She is the bravest person I know. She cared for my brother and I our whole lives and on top of that, she kept Narnia alive and hopeful for 1000 years all alone. She lived through watching her friends’ great-grandchildren die and have their own kids. My brother and I are the only ones who have been with her through most of it and she never falter.” “But, how come you almost Edmund’s age but you have not been alive as long as Rhea?”

“My brother and I are only part elph which means that our aging is a little faster than a full blooded elph like Rhea. We still age slow but not as slow. I am 1022 years old but in elph years I am almost fifteen since for part elph’s, we age roughly about a year in appearance every 65 human years.”

“Cool,” the little girl whispered. “but does that mean you are not immortal like Rhea?”

“Elph people are not immortal really, we just age slow. There comes a day when an elph can leave for Aslan’s county freely. Rhea even said that if Narnia finds peace with help of Prince Caspian then in the next decade or so she will journey to Aslan’s country. It is where she was born after all and I don’t know if she wants to live through the whole of Narnia’s existence…. Alone.” “And Peter?” Lucy whispered. “Does she speak of him?”

“Only if asked,” Pheira admitted. “When my brother Rehtir and I were little, Rehtir had a crush on a nymph and he asked Rhea if she ever loved someone. That was the first time she spoke of your brother. She was so accurate and detailed in her description of him that I recognized your brother almost immediately. I am afraid though that when they meet again, it might be difficult.”

“Why?” Lucy asked, worry evident on her face.

“Rhea has dedicated her life to the Narnians since you left. She has worked herself to the ground and has allowed no one but my brother and I to get close. She has closed herself off from emotion and she once told me that she cannot have her heart broken a second time.” Lucy sighed, nodding in understanding. “I am afraid Peter will never give her the chance to explain. He doesn’t always think things through and if he sees her, he may be so happy that he will fail to realize that she has lived without him for 1000 years…. And more…. It will hurt them both.”

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When Peter approached the edge of the ravine, he was shocked to see how far down it really was.

“See, over time water reduces the earth’s soil, making….” Susan started but Peter cut her off.

“Oh shut up.” “Is there another way down?” Edmund asked of Trumpkin.

“Yeah, falling,” the dwarf replied, earning a snort and roll of the eyes from Pheira.

This didn’t go unnoticed by peter who frowned at the girl. Why was she so sarcastic and annoying sometimes?

“But we weren’t lost,” he defended, rather embarrassed.

“There’s a ford near Beruna. How do you feel about swimming?” the dwarf replied.

The older kids began to follow but Lucy lingered a moment before crying out.

“It’s Aslan! It’s Aslan over there!” She cried, causing everyone to look at her, “Don’t you see he’s right….. there…..” “Do you see him now?” Trumpkin asked.

Pheira shot him a scowl while Lucy looked at her siblings rather hurt, “I’m not crazy. I saw him, he wants us to follow him across.” “Look, I’m not going to jump off a cliff for a guy who doesn’t exist,” Trumplkin started when Pheira smacked him over the head angrily.

“Doesn’t exist huh? How do you suppose the White Witch died? Or better yet, how do you suppose Narnia was created in the first place!?”

“Lucy was the only one who saw him,” Peter warned, getting angry with the girl for some reason.

Pheira spun on her heel to face Peter and for a moment he had a sense of Déjà vu…. For a split second the girl reminded him of the times his siblings got angry with him over something stupid or unfair he did.

“Maybe it is because you were all blind to the fact that you wouldn’t be here in the first place if it wasn’t for Aslan! Seeing is not believing Son of Adam! You know better than anyone that you cannot see love but it is there! Aslan and Lucy were the ones who brought you and Rheanna the Seraphim together and you didn’t doubt them then! You couldn’t see your love but you knew it was there! So, why now do you not believe either of them!?”

Peter took a step back in shock from the violent tone in the girl’s voice. He didn’t know why but this girl reminded him of Rhea…. Her spirit and determination but Rhea never lost her temper like that. She had the patience of an angel (or from what Peter remembered). This girl reminded him of Edmund before they entered Narnia the first time.

“Come on Pheira,” Lucy said, taking the girl’s hand, “Just let it go. We should try to cross Beruna.” Pheira huffed before watching Lucy and Edmund walk off. Giving Trumpkin and Peter a cold scowl, she followed the two children. When she had left, Trumpkin sighed. “I forgot that Pheira doesn’t have the same gentle demeanor as her brother. Should have brought him along and left Pheira with Trufflehunter. He can handle her tempers.” Peter huffed in annoyance until Susan spoke.

“She was right you know,” she sighed. “if it wasn’t for Lucy….” “We wouldn’t have tumbled back through the wardrobe and left Narnia and Rhea behind!” Peter snapped. “And Pheira knows nothing of this matter or of Rhea so right now, neither of them have the right to say anything on the subject!” As the boy stormed off, Susan close behind, Trumpkin sighed to himself. “You sure about that?”

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Peter woke up with a start only to find everyone asleep except for Pheira. The girl hadn’t spoken two words to him since their argument at the top of the ravine. The girl was now sitting with her back against a tree, sharpening one of her knives on a rock. Peter scanned the camp, only to realize that Lucy was nowhere to be found.

“Where is Lucy?” He asked urgently, sitting up.

“Oh, she left a moment ago,” Pheira replied. “That way.” “And you didn’t think to stop her?” Peter hissed. “You cannot let her wander off into the woods alone!”

Pheira glared daggers at the boy, “I am not the one who vowed to spend my life protecting the sons of Adam and daughters of Eve. I wonder how Rheanna put up with you four. Edmnd and Lucy are easier to deal with than you and they are two! Besides, I trust my judgement.” Peter huffed and grabbing his sword, rushed off in the direction Pheira had indicated that Lucy had taken. He didn’t have to look far till he saw his sister ahead, whispering Aslan’s name. He quickly pinned her back, covering her mouth. The girl tensed but relaxed when she saw who it was. The two peered around the corner to see a large grey minotaur walking about not more than ten meters away. Peter put a finger to his lips, telling Lucy to keep down and quiet.

Drawing his sword, he slowly approached the beast only to be shocked out of his wits when a young man about his age with dark long hair burst forth, crashing swords with him.

Peter began to think he had the upper hand but the young man kept inching back toward a specific tree until he suddenly pulled back all the way, putting distance between the two of them. Peter was about to close the distance when a figure jumped down between them from the tree and lifting one hand, blocked Peter’s sword.

The Pevensie saw that there were three metal blades on the stranger’s wrist like talons and were blocking his blow. Peter scanned this new boy up and down. Leaner than Peter’s athletic build, pale white hair but strong stance…. Could be a problem. Peter drew his sword back and swung again but the boy brought up both his hands, the other hand also having the same strapped on talons and blocked the second blow with ease.

“Are you alright?” the white haired boy asked the brunette he was protecting.

“Yes, thank you,” the other boy replied.

“Who are you?” Peter hissed, trying to break the boy’s stance but failing.

“Oh,” the pale boy chirped brightly. “He is Caspian…. What about you mate?”

Before Peter could contemplate how friendly this boy was in such asituation, Susan hollered Peter’s name as she and the others came upon the scene.

Pheira smirked at the scene before her but Peter noticed that the white-haired boy was suddenly distracted so he took another blow, only for one of his knees to buckle, a pain in his leg telling him that someone had kicked the underside of his knee. Before he could recover, two hands grabbed his shoulders from behind and kicked the back of his legs, bringing him down onto his back.

Peter groaned as he looked up at a small figure standing over him garbed all in black with a long black hood.

“No chivalry your majesty?” the person asked.

Peter slowly sat up to find Caspian staring at him in wonder.

“Pheira!” the white-haired boy cried, rushing over to hug the girl. “I was wondering what hekpt you!” The four Pevensies watched the exchange with wide eyes. There was no mistakeing that the boy was Rehtir, Pheira’s part-elph brother the girl had spoken of.

Now that Peter saw the boy in a different light than an opponent, he could see more elph in Rehtir than Pheira. While Pheira was blond with freckles and slight tan, slender but athletic build and round features, Rehtir was pale, white-haired with sharper features, fair complexion and was built slim and lean.

They were as different as night and day, mostly in personality. As the brother and sister talked, the kids saw that compared to Pheira’s rough, sarcastic and aggressive personality, Rehtir was light, joyful and a gentle soul.

“You’re high king Peter,” Caspian muttered, earning Peter’s attention.

Peter rolled his eyes, “I guess your assassin guessed that already.” “Well I thought you would be older,” Caspian admitted, noticing the cloaked figure behind Peter give him a meaningful look to not answer the king’s remark.

“Well if you like, we can come back in a few years,” Peter remarked seriously.

“NO!” the boy cried, “It’s alright… you’re just not exactly what I expected.” Peter saw Caspian’s dark eyes drift over the newcomers before landing on Pheira and remaining there. Peter didn’t know why but he felt a pang of annoyance and anger at this but didn’t know why.

“I trust you didn’t do anything stupid while I was gone?” Pheira asked her brother.

Rehtir smirked, “Not other than pinching Reep’s tail.” Lucy had been watching the exchange between the two for a while before she walked over to greet Rehtir. However, her foot caught on a root and she tumbled forward. Just before she struck the ground, a hand reached out and caught her.

“Easy there little queen,” a gentle voice said.

Lucy looked up to find the black cloaked person standing over her, the long black cloak concealing all of the person.

“Hey!” Pheira cried when Lucy had regained her footing. “Don’t I get a hug!?”

The black figure turned to the girl and held out their arms to Pheira who barreled into them. The impact of Pheira’s onslaught was so great that the person’s hood fell back to reaveal long snow-white hair. The four Pevensies stared as the stranger pulled back from Pheira to reveal sharp features, button nose, plush pink lips, large lime green eyes shaded by lashes and an all too familiar smile.

“Welcome back your Majesties.” One word passed the lips of the four kids:

“Rhea….”

[skandarismyturkishdelight]

I Missed You - Edmund x Reader (Pt.2)

Characters: Reader, Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie, and Caspian

Setting: Narnia, The Golden Age/LWW and Prince Caspian.

Warnings: None.

Summary/Blurb: (Requested by @creseselia) Edmund and (Y/N) have had a great friendship since Edmund had become King of Narnia. The problem is, they haven’t confessed their feelings for one another. But when Edmund disappears when going after the White Stag, what happens to her?

Note: Here are a couple of blogs I’m tagging! @superwholock-5sos @girl-obsessed-with-things @creseselia @bittersweet-imagines

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Reader’s P.O.V:

“She’s dead.”

“No she’s not.”

“Well she definitely looks the part.”

“Whatever will it take for you to shut up for a moment, Nikabrik?”

You stirred in your sleep once more as the voices that you had thought were in your head, became louder. Your eyes were weighed with the heaviness of sleep, but curiosity forced them open.

As your eyes adjusted to the dim lit room, two figures were standing by your side; one was a dwarf and the other, a badger.

You shuffled back in surprise, only to hit your head on the low ceiling.

“Ouch…” you muttered, the feeling of speaking was weird on your tongue.

“Oh good, she can speak,” said the fierce looking dwarf sarcastically. “Now we’ve got two of ‘em; she’ll never shut up.”

“Nikabrik!” The badger exclaimed. “Leave the other one out of it! She was unconscious in the middle of the forest; show her some sympathy.”

“W-what?” You stuttered.

The dwarf rolled his dark eyes and shuffled away to what seemed to be a kitchen, brewing something in an old-looking pot.

The badger nodded his head. “That’s right. We brought you here when we saw a storm coming; it seemed like you’ve been there for a while.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked around the hut which appeared comfortable and simple. You clung tighter to the blanket you were covered with.

“Oh, sorry I forgot to introduce myself,” the badger stated. “My name is Trufflehunter. You’ve met Nikabrik-” A grunt sounded from the dwarf. “-What’s your name?”

“(Y/N),” you said shakily, still trying to recall what the hell happened.

As silence fell across the room there was a large bang. You whipped your head towards the kitchen in surprise and heard curses that followed from the dwarf as he picked up an empty pot that fell.

“You mean…” the badger said lowly. “Lady (Y/N) of Cair Paravel.”

As the words fell from the creature’s lips, you ripped the covers off your body in a rush. The trousers and shirt you wore were baggy and seemed suitable for men, but you really could care less. You had to find them.

“The other one’s up too!” Nikabrik called out impatiently.

The other one?

“You said you were going to get rid of him,” The dwarf added impatiently.

Trufflehunter extended his words as he responded, “No, I said I’d take care of him.“

“Well, I don’t think I hit him hard enough.”

“Nikabrik, he’s just a boy!”

Nikabrik growled, “He’s a Telmarine, not some lost puppy!”

You intercepted, “Who else is here?”

There was a small twinge of hope in your stomach, and even though you couldn’t remember much before you were supposedly unconscious, you prayed it was someone you knew. Anyone at all.

Trufflehunter walked towards the pot on the fire and began to pour soup into several bowls. He offered one to you hurriedly and carried the another for what you thought was the other person.

“We can’t kill him now,” continued the badger, “not after bandaging his head. It would be like murdering a guest.”

Nikabrik scoffed. “Ah, and how do you think his friends are treating their guest?”

“Trumpkin knew what he was doing.” The badger sighed.

You looked down in disappointment as you realised you had no clue what a Telmarine soldier was, and your heart clenched at the thought of the Pevensie siblings.

There was a sudden crash and a figure rushed towards the door, making Trufflehunter drop the bowl of soup. Nikabrik yelled unidentifiable words as he stood in the tall man’s way. You were caught in a whirlwind as the stranger pulled a hot poker from the nearby fire and began to parry the dwarf’s sword.

There was a brief pause before Nikabrik began yelling, “See? I told you we should’ve killed him!”

“You know why we can’t!” Trufflehunter tried to reason.

The man suddenly spoke. “If you’re taking a vote, I’m with him.”

You noticed he had quite a thick accent, something that sounded unfamiliar and harsh. You took a step back as he made eye contact with you from across the room. His hair was brought down just above his shoulders and his broad figure seemed slightly intimidating. The man’s dark eyes looked confused as to what was happening.

Nikabrik speaks furiously again. “We can’t let him go! He’s seen us!”

The dwarf swung his sword a few more times, but the tall man blocked him.

“That’s enough, Nikabrik!” The badger then shouted, surprising you. “Or do I have to sit on your head again?”

Nikabrik stopped and lowered his sword by just a fraction, eyes still wild.

The beaver made his way towards the fallen bowl meant for the young man. “Now, look what you made me do! I spent half the morning on that soup.”

You looked up curiously towards the boy with the dark hair again. His face etched with shock and confusion; as yours was when you had first awoken.

“Wh-what are you?” The man stated, the accent heavy to your ears.

“It’s funny.” Trufflehunter said, turning away towards the pot in the kitchen. “You’d think more people would recognize a badger when they saw one.”

“No, I mean… You’re Narnians. You’re supposed to be extinct.”

You decided to speak up. “And who told you that?”

The stranger’s gaze met with yours but he stayed silent and lowered his head.

Nikabrik replied to the man with sarcasm lacing through his speech. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

You turned your head to see Trufflehunter return with more soup. “Here we are. Still hot.”

“Since when did we become a boarding house for Telmarine soldiers?” exclaimed Nikabrik.

The tall man said once more, “I’m not a soldier! I’m Prince Caspian…the tenth.”

Silence fell heavily across the room and you saw how quickly the two creatures’ facial expressions changed. You stayed silent in the growing tension, asking yourself where you were. Where you in Narnia? Dead? On Earth?

You had heard the tales of Earth from many of the Pevensie Kings and Queens and recalled the distant memories of Cair Paravel that felt like so many years ago…

**

“You really are incredibly stupid, Edmund Pevensie.”

You saw him smile from the corner of your eyes as he said, “If it pleases you, my lady.“

You rolled your eyes and faced him with a firm expression on your face. “Edmund, you’re being annoying stop it.”

Edmund bit his lip in attempt to block out his laughter. “If it pleases you, my lady.”

You whined and hit his arm causing him to crash onto his bed, laughing with his face squashed into his pillow.

“Ed,” you complained. “Stop, just finish the story.”

He turned around with his stomach being clutched by his hands as he wheezed out, “If it…if it pleases you, my lady.”

You frowned, witnessing that the Just King would never let this go. The night before, Peter hosted a ball in order to celebrate Lucy’s fifteenth birthday.

There was one prince that continuously asked you to dance, and out of pity and the kindness of your heart; you danced with him. The only problem was, is that whenever you asked him a question he would only reply with “Yes”, “No” or “If it pleases you, my lady”.

Unfortunately, Edmund was watching the whole time, and as soon as you made eye contact with him he noticed your predicament and intervened.

He still hasn’t let this go.

You rolled your eyes and stomped towards the door. You’d hear this story about Earth after he calms down; or maybe from his siblings.

“No, wait,” Edmund laughed lightly, jumping from his bed and towards the door knob; which is where you rested your hand. “Don’t leave, I’ll finish the story.”

“Ok, but no more laughing about- AH!”

Your sentence was abruptly stopped as Edmund tossed you over his shoulder, laughing like so loudly that the whole castle would hear.

You slapped his back multiple times before he placed you onto his bed, him hovering over you at a respectable distance. You felt your heart go wild and your eyes grew softer; and you noticed his did too.

You liked Edmund. A lot. You felt in your heart in some points in time that he may have felt the same; these were one of these moments.

“Edmund?” You asked quietly, sitting up.

His gaze was focused on you, his freckle-flecked cheeks tinged the slightest shade of pink. “Mhm?”

“Please, finish the story. I never hear ones like these.”

Edmund got down on the floor on both his knees and his large hands tapped on your knees, as he always did when he thought about stuff. Shots of energy rushed through your legs where he made contact, and it was enough to make you shiver.

“Alright fine,” he said, adjusting himself to be more comfortable. “Where was I?”

“The teacher was criticizing a student…”

Edmund clicked his tongue. “Oh, yeah. Alright; so this teacher was absolutely insane, I was about nine but I knew she definitely couldn’t yell at her students like that.”

“Oh wow,” you state sarcastically. “Intelligent Edmund Pevensie.”

“I really was.” He grinned and continued. “And the girl she was screaming at was someone I had a crush on, but that doesn’t really matter-”

You interrupted him. “What’s a crush?”

“It’s uh…someone you like. Almost secretly.” He tapped his knee out of habit. “But, you don’t- you don’t know if they feel the same.”

“Oh,” you quickly felt your heartbeat quicken and blood rushed to your face. Did that mean you had a crush on Edmund?

No that couldn’t have been possible. You felt something else for him. Something stronger.

“(Y/N)?” The boy in front of you inquired politely.

You flicked your eyes up to meet his instead of staring at the carpet on the floor. He gave an intense gaze; one not too rough but still strong. You felt his hands shift from your knees and to your face; brushing a stray hair behind your ear. You looked at his lips and in that moment you could’ve sworn that you would’ve leaped into his arms, and taken his lips captive with yours.

But he took his hand down and smiled, continuing the story to your disappointment.

**

You drew your mind to the present moment and stared down the Caspian boy.

Nikabrik inquired. “What are you doing here?”

There was a moment of silence before the boy replied. “Running away. My uncle has always wanted my throne.”

He moved towards the fire, staring into it almost as if he could see the memory dancing in the flames. “I suppose I have only lived this long because he did not have an heir of his own.”

“Well, this changes things.” Trufflehunter commented.

“Yes. It means we won’t have to kill you ourselves.”

Caspian looked up from the fire suddenly. “You’re right.”

Caspian began to move around, supposedly looking for something and soon enough he starts putting on his armor.

“Where are you going?” Trufflehunter asked.

“My uncle will not stop until I am dead.”

“Wait, you’re meant to save us!”

Caspian paused and turned towards the badger who had something in his hands and said. “Don’t you know what this is?”

The both of you drew your eyes towards the item lying in his hands. A memory immediately clicked and your heart began to thump loudly, almost as if it was trying to escape your chest.

Susan’s horn.