Following is not a good idea

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Following is not a good idea

A week had passed since the Greger incident, and although my physical wounds were mere scars, I still shuddered to think what would've happened if Edmund had come a minute later. Worst of all, I was having nightmares so disgusting and frightening, that I was seriously regretting being alive. Much to my satisfaction, the Lone Island delegation had been very 'politely' kicked out of Narnia and a notice had been sent saying that they couldn't come back if they wanted to stay alive. (I added the last one myself).

Edmund and I were becoming best friends and he was now like a constant shadow to me; not that I cared or minded. He taught me how to spar, while Lucy and Susan told me ways to hold off mad men. As for Peter, well, I didn't really see that much. He just remained locked in his room, devising policies or something; Edmund reckoned he had finally gone round the twist.

"Now, swing your sword like this." Edmund barely missed my neck, as he swung his blade over his head. I panted; we had been at this for hours, and Edmund was still as fresh as a cucumber. He looked at me as I sat down on the ground.

"Come on!"

I glared at him. He glared back.

"But we've been doing this for hours…"

"Without avail."

I ignored Edmund and pressed on. "…I can take care of myself in situations."

Edmund snorted; I looked at him.

"Yeah, you made that clear last week."

I stood up in my 'Dylexia rage session'.

"In case you didn't notice I was pinned to his bed and he kept slapping me. What else was I supposed to do?" I said, flinging my hair back my eyes flashing. I saw Edmund's eyes darken. Here we go again.

"He slapped you more than once?" I nodded without a care and sat back down. Edmund had been like this for the week. Greger was a touchy topic to him, and if he saw him again, I was sure he wouldn't return alive to Calormen ever.

Dinner was quiet. Susan and Lucy were talking about some upcoming ball, while Peter and Edmund ate in silence. As for me, I was talking to Adeb and Certeza by hand signs. When I had found out that Adeb's centaur magic had made the door open, I had hugged him so hard he had fallen down.

Our conversation was interrupted by a large 'ahem ahem'. It reminded me of my Chemistry teacher's entry back at L.A. It was the same faun who I had met at the party. Good times. Everyone turned to him. He looked very business-like.

"Official notice for King Edmund the Just from the Western Wood," Edmund groaned. "…we have a problem with the minotaur spies. They're killing more and more of the Narnians. They need help. Good day." The faun bowed and left.

"I don't believe it! What do they want from me!" Edmund looked ready to kill.

"I'll come with you." I suggested to him with a grin. He shook his head, but I was gonna go anyway. Edmund did look pretty stressed out; he had dark circles under his eyes, and he looked ready to strangle those spies.

The sun set on the Cair sooner than expected. I watched silently as Edmund got ready to go to the Woods for a patrol. His horse, Philip, a cheeky chestnut horse looked pretty tired and irritated too. It was dark when Edmund set out, his silver crown glistening in the faint moonlight. I was to wait till everyone was inside, and then follow him, even though I had no hope to do so.

It was towards midnight that I set off towards the forest on a borrowed grey female horse, dressed in a cape and dress. I shivered as the forest got thicker; darkness was never my department. The horse snorted.

"What?" I snapped at her. She snorted some more.

"You have no hope of catching up with His Highness, you know. He is a rough rider. By now, he'd have finished his work."

"Very comforting." I said in a sarcastic tone, as the horse snorted a little more before she shrugged and the pair of us entered deeper into the forest. If this was what Edmund ruled, he had a rough choice.

"Do you know where you are going?" I asked the 'snorting' horse, after minutes of aimless wandering. The horse said nothing. I took that as a no; my heart sank.

The night was deepening, and so was the forest. I swear I saw a tree move, and pull a face at me. Tricks of darkness; that was the only assurance I had. In hopes of returning to the Cair, I had only gotten myself more lost. I am awesome, don't you think?

"Who's there?" a voice in the darkness startled me. It didn't sound like Edmund or his horse. It was a high cold voice. Something I didn't like at all.

"Sounds like a horse it does." A deeper voice gave its opinion. Wild thoughts raced through my mind; was the forest haunted. I saw a flicker of light, probably from a lantern, and two figures illuminated by the glow came into view. Head of a bull, torso of a man. Minotaur spies who killed Narnians. This was going to be a long night.

Edmund rode into the forest, looking around cautiously. He knew the forest like the back of his hand, but with the spies around, he didn't like it that much. Philip's voice rang through the darkness, weary and tired.

"Sire, there seem to no spies around. Maybe we should go back." Edmund merely egged him on.

I looked in horror as the minotaurs smiled, if you can call it that.

"A Narnian queen. This is interesting. What are you doing here, your majesty." His voice dripped with sarcasm. I gulped; my voice was lost. My horse (what was her name again?) whinnied and before I knew it, I was lying flat on the ground. My horse galloped into the darkness. Great.

Short filler chapter. A prize for guessing who saves her!

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