In thought(open)

[High King Peter]

Peter stopped for a moment to glance at his surrounds. He ran his hand over the horse's mane as he jumped off. He led his horse over to the river's edge so it would drink. He sat down my the edge, lost in thought. He had been thinking about what Aslan had told him. About how him and Susan would never see Narnia again. The mere thought terrified him at first. He looked across the river as another thought occured to him. Peter cursed his thoughts as they never were on Lucy. It almost seemed impossible that Aslan would harm her. He couldn't believe the idea. He was lost in thought that he didn't hear footsteps coming behind him.

[Edmund]

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[High King Peter]

Coming out of his thoughts, Peter looked up to see his little brother. He gave him a half smile. "You look half dead Edmund." he told him while trying to cover a yawn himself. Peter was distracted latelty. And it didn't do him any good while attending meetings. The old man needs to get off my back, the king thought. That thought was directed to his advisor, who was always on his back. He pulled his knees up to his chest and glanced at his brother with a curious look.

"Was it those nightmares again Ed?" Peter asked curiously. He wasn't fooled: he knew that Ed had been having those dreams again. He reached out and laid a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Ed, I will find a way to get Lucy back." he told him while thinking about the promise he made to their mother. And he froze. What was going on back home? Was their mother allright? And what about their dad who was fighting in the war? Not a good time to be thinking about that, he thought before turning to face his brother again.

[Edmund]

[/b] He greeted with a slight sarcastic tone, but was only joking. Anything to lighten up the mood right? Shaking his head, he finally responded to his brother's comment. "You're no prince either Pete." He said quietly and then looked to the water that was rushing in front of him. What he wouldn't give to have everything back to normal again. He just wished they could go back to having Lucy and Aslan, and Peter and Susan, as well as Caspian and all of the others. Then it had been happy. Right before Susan and Peter announced that they wouldn't be coming back.


Up until that point things had been perfectly wonderful, especially after the war they had had. Shaking his head now, he became aware of Peter's voice and furrowed his brow in response. "No, it's not the nightmares. I'm fine...there's no worries here." He finished defiantly, not liking the fact that he looked weak in front of Peter. He was lying of course, but he didn't want anyone to be worrying about him when they should be worrying about Lucy and Aslan. Edmund didn't believe for a minute that Aslan had taken her, but no one was sure about anything these days anymore. he shook his head quietly, wishing that they wouldn't talk about this anymore. Lucy's disappearance hit a raw nerve for Edmund, although he tried his best not to show his discomfort. Feeling Peter's hand on his shoulder, he just sat there solemnly and listened to Peter's words. It was then that the anger flared up, and he felt badly after he had yelled out. "Yeah, well, that's what they all say. But no one has found a way yet, have they? I hate that we're just sitting here doing nothing while she could already be dead! What's the point anymore Peter?" He finished furiously and then rose to his feet. This was ridiculous. He should be doing something, not standing around talking. It was obvious that the dreams and the lack of sleep were affecting him quite negatively, and turning him back into the Edmund that no one really appreciated.[/ul][/size][/blockquote][/left]

[High King Peter]

Peter rolled his eyes, but managed a smirk. "Must you always be so cheerful in the morning Ed?" he asked with a hint of gentle teasing. He stifled a yawn again. "Least you haven't been up all night going through notes from a meeting you haven't been paying attention to," he made a face. It wasn't his fault that he hasn't been getting enough sleep. Blame it on recent events, he thought as he titled his head to one side. "I swear that old man is getting worse," he groaned, talking about his adviser. " 'If I was you your majesty, I would be looking out for your sister's killer instead of napping at meetings,'" he mocked.

He then stood and started pacing. "What does he think we have been doing?!" his brother's words cut through him like a knife. He gripped his shoulders and shook him hard. "We have been looking Ed! Believe me we have been looking for Lucy! And we found nothing so far! I'm busting my back trying to figure out what happened and trying to get her back. Don't think you're not the only one thats been missing her Ed! Susan and I both have been missing her. You could at least help with some of the things I have been doing!"

He blinked, realizing what he had said and let go of his brothers shoulders. Peter took a deep breath as he looked away. He didn't want Edmund to see the tears that was forming in his eyes. He suppose it was the lack of sleep he had been having. Peter sighed and looked back at him. "Look Ed, I'm sorry for what I said." he took a deep breath, as to stop his voice from breaking. He rarely cried, in public and with his siblings. "Its been hard on all of us...." he decided to stop there. He really didn't know what to say next.

[sareff]

The black dragon flew high above them hearing the voices of the humans with her sharp ears. In a heartbeat she swooped down next to the both of them. She did not know the humans, but she knew of the one the both of them spoke of. The young Queen, who dissapeared long ago, had still not been found.

"If it services the kings of Narnia," She said, "I alone have found what may be of use."

[Edmund]

[/b] He said with a small grin and then shook his head quietly. Edmund listened silently to what Peter was saying about his advisor. Since Ed wasn't the High King, he didn't have one of those yet, and he wasn't complaining. He knew the work that Peter had to do, and he wasn't looking forward to it. Shaking his head a little as Peter finished, he snorted in response. "Yeah wel, tell him to open his eyes. He doesn't know anything." He said defiantly, showing a bit of his spirit. Finally. But it was pushed down again as Peter stood up and started pacing back and forth, getting worked up about the whole entire subject. It seemed he was plagued by the same thoughst that were bothering Edmund.


Edmund pushed himself to his feet as well, standing with his arms crossed, his eyes following his brother as he paced back and forth. "Peter, calm down. He just doesn't understand, so you have to try and explain it, or just ignore him completely." He explained, trying to get his older brother to relax a little bit. But obviously his own words had hit deep, and Edmund stepped back as Peter came at him, grabbing his shoulders. He was shaken rather violently, his eyes narrowed and he brought up his own hands, shrugging himself out of Peter's grip and pushing his hands away. That was not something that he had wanted to become involved with. As Peter explained what he was doing, and said that Edmund didn't help, Ed's face became somber and serious. His jaw set as it usually did when he was angry, and his eyes flashed quietly. If that was what Peter thought, then so be it. But Edmund wasn't going to lay down and let his brother walk all over him. "What do you think I've been doing Peter? Do you think I've been sitting around doing nothing all day? Or maybe you think I watch you and Susan run around trying to do things for Lucy. Well, obviously you haven't noticed, but I'm never here. I'm never here because I'm out there too Peter. And of course I know that I'm not the only one who misses her. But I'm tired of you and Susan thinking that I'm not doing a thing. I've searched the trails, and the woods, but no one lets me go out there by myself. So I have to sneak away when no one's watching. She's my sister too! I should be able to search for her too!" He finished angrily, not feeling sorry for the words that he had said to his brother. Stepping backwards, he turned away and then heard Peter's words.

He shook his head spitefully and then looked over his shoulder at his brother, his chest rising and falling heavily with his breathing. "You're not sorry Peter. You've never been sorry because you always think you're right. And I'm tired of it." He finished hatefully, knowing that had been a bit over the top, but he couldn't help it. He was furious with the entire situation, he wasn't sleeping, and he felt like his heart had been wrenched from his chest. It was the damn nightmares that got him every single time. They made him feel worse and worse every time he had them. SHaking his head, he whistled shortly for Alehan, and the black stallion came prancing over. He mounted up onto the horse's back, intent on getting out of here and away from his brother. But just as he wheeled Alehan away, the stallion reared up high in fright, seeing the massive dragon coming their way. Edmund did all he could to calm him down, but Alehan wanted nothing of it. The horse bucked and reared, plunging and spinning just to run and fight from the dragon. Edmund finally couldn't hold on any longer, and he was thrown from the large stallion's back, landing upon the ground on his shoulder rather painfully. He laid there for a moment, clutching his shoulder in agony. That had been wonderful. Alehan ran over to Peter's horse, standing beside him and heaving from his fight. Ed pushed himself up and scooted over to Peter, keeping his hand on his shoulder and looking at the dragon in apprehension. "What do you want?" He anaged to unsheath his sword, and then got to his feet, even though his shoulder made him feel like he was going to pass out from the pain. What did this dragon want?[/ul][/size][/blockquote][/left]

[High King Peter]

"Aw Ed I feel loved," Peter said sarcastically. His eyes narrowed a bit, although a sparkle of mischief flashed through them. He stretched a bit. "Sometimes I want to take the old man to the courts and duel. Even with my temper and all that," he said with a grin. His siblings knew when his bad side would show up. Peter was a completely different person when he was in his bad side. "Late night searches doesn't help when they finish early mornings," he told his brother with an attempt at an easy-going smile.

His eyes narrowed at his brother's words. "Have you ever been wandering why I get back to the palace late Ed?" his voice was harsh, lashing through the air like a whip. Anger filled his eyes. "Its late night searching. I always take a few guards with me just in case! And we are worried about you to, Ed, in case you haven't noticed. We don't want you to disappear next or getting hurt! I made a promise to mum that I would protect you and thats what I'm going to do! I will never call the search for Lucy off!" he turned away from his brother. There was something inside him that he knew Lucy wasn't dead. He hoped it was right.

Peter's hand twitched. He was lucky that he had stopped himself from hitting his brother. It was a close one though. He looked up as a dragon flew down. "What do you know of Lucy?" he inquired, his chest rising and falling. His eyes glittered with fresh tears. The young king rarely cried: his feelings were always bottled up inside of him. He ran a hand over his blonde hair. He wanted any information that would be of great help.

[sareff]

"Of Lucy I know little, human," She said with a tail that waved behind her. They treated her like they did one of their subjects. If she had not already spoken she would have left or scorched them with her breath. "But I did find this in the snow of the northern mountains." She reached between her scales and pulled a large bunch of long, stringy hair. This was part of a centaur's tail. He gave a moment for the humans to realize what this hair was before speaking.

"What is a centaur doing in the middle of the snow covered mountains?"

[Edmund]

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The young Pevensie finished his words and then turned to look at the dragon. He didn't care anymore. Shaking his head, he whistled for Alehan, and the black stallion lifted his head from where he was grazing. He had apparently plucked up some courage, for he pranced right over to Edmund, nudging the young man's shoulder in happiness at being reunited all over again. Edmund didn't look over his shoulder as he mounted up onto the back of his black stallion, and soon turned Alehan in the direction of the castle. There he would gather his things and take off. He had kept his words and explanations vain so that Peter wouldn't suspect. It'd take the High King to realize what his brother was talking about. By that time, Edmund would be long gone. His horse's speed allowed him to move at a pace that no one else could keep up with, and that was what he was counting on. Gathering his reins, he pushed his horse into a gallop, making his way to where his things were. Reaching the grounds, he slowed Alehan down and dismounted, handing him to a groom. "Leave him tacked up, I'll be back in two minutes. Just walk him a little bit for me, please?" He questioned and recieved a nod. He hated asking them for things, but he had to hurry before Peter came back. Sprinting to his room, he threw the door open and grabbed his bags, and started rummaging through his room, throwing things into the bags as he went.


He packed all of his clothes and a blacket into one bag, and then rushed downstairs, now leaving his room, which was quite torn apart, open for observation. It looked like someone had broken in and started looking for something in all places, because everything was all over the place. Edmund made it to the kitchen in no time and packed enough food to last him a long time, and then hurried back outside. He attached the bags to his dancing stallion's saddle, and was mounted up before anyone could blink. He ordered for a blanket and a halter and lead for Alehan, and soon had everything packed. He had all of his weapons, so he'd be all set in case anyone or anything attacked him. Giving a nod of thanks to the groom, he turned his stallion around and gave him a strong nudge to the sides. Alehan galloped forward with all of his might, and carried the young King a long ways away from the castle. Edmund covered his tracks carefully so he couldn't be followed, and soon had Alehan moving along at a walk, keeping his eyes out for anyone who might be following him, or anyone who might have anything that would lead him to Lucy. He was covered in the thickness of the foliage, and he was making good time. He was a good two hours away from the castle already, and that gave him a good head start. Hopefully they would leave him be for a long while. He wanted nothing to do with them any longer.[/ul][/size][/blockquote][/left]

[High King Peter]

Peter looked at the hair the dragon was holding with a frown. A centuar in the middle of the mountains? he asked himself. "He might have been careless," the king's voice trailed off as he thought. "Its highly unlikely though..." he frowned, lost in thought. His eyes sparkled with thought. "What do you think Ed?" he turned to his brother and found that he was yelling once more. His hands were doubled into fists. "You think I'm the only one thats out looking for her Ed?!" Peter yelled back at him. "I have been working around the clock and so has Susan. Everyone is doing what they can!"

And he runs off again, Peter thought angrily as he jumped on his horse. "Ed you are going to get it badly," he muttered. But before he could do anything, however, another pair of hoofs sounded and he turned. Oh great, he thought with a roll of his eyes. Jonathan, his advisor, was riding up on a dark black stallion. "Good evening Jonathan," he said rather harshly. The advisor looked at him for a moment. "Good evening your majesty. I hope you are doing well,"

It was during times like this he wanted to run a sword through the old man. It was clear that Peter wasn't doing well. "Better than ever," he said with sarcasm. His eyes blazed with anger as he turned and kicked the horse into a full gallop. His anger flared up as he heard Jonathan coming up. "You can't follow me around all the time!" Peter yelled, finally losing his temper. His eyes were blazing. "One of my duites is too protect you, sir!" he yelled back. Peter didn't even hear him: he was concentrating on a figure a mile ahead.

[iceprincess521]

"Milord!"
Whysper seemed to just appear from the trees, racing towards King Peter with her hood over her head, covering her eyes. She immediately handed him a scroll of parchment with a rose sticking out of it.
"A message for you, milord..." she said, out of breath. She'd been running for ages. The sender of the message said it was very urgent.

[High King Peter]

Peter pulled on the horse's reins as a woman came to them. He frowned as he took the message and opened it carefully. "Who sent it?" he inquired suspicously as his eyes narrowed slightly. He quited upon seeing the rose. Something important he thought and waited for her to respond.

[iceprincess521]

She raised a hand so show she was trying to catch her breath, then looked up at him, throwing back her hood to reveal her face.
"She called herself Lyric. I shall admit it, I read the note. She wants you to meet her at the stone table tomorrow night. Alone."
She wondered what the King's relation to this girl was. Maybe a lover? She seemed very passionate in the letter...

[High King Peter]

His eyes widen as he read the note. Lyric...what did she want? he asked himself. "And how do you know Lyric?" he asked, now looking at the woman. The king was twirling the rose in between his hands, lost in thought as to wander why she would want to meet him at the stone table. Tomorrow....he glanced sideways at Jon, knowing the old man was pretending to listen.