The Offspring || Edmund Pevensie Fanfiction ||

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🏹Planning The Attack🏹
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The duo hurried hastily into the crowd of troops. They trailed behind Peter to the center of the meeting, where Susan and Caspian stood side by side behind rock debris large enough to be utilised as a table. Pebbles sat all over it, outlining territories of the Telmarine castle.

Peter and Caspian laid down ideas for the attack on the Telmarine castle. Caspian knew his way around the castle and gave Peter all the information he needed.

"The library is here," he shared hesitantly, "almost no one goes here. Just me and my professor. They might have already found out some information lately, but as far as I know, it's vacant at night."

"Brilliant," Peter nodded in approval, "so that's our best shot."

"Peter and I can take Miraz," Susan suggested, looking to Caspian, "where would he be?"

"In the master bedroom, right here," Caspian informed, his hands lightly patting another section on the table.

He dropped another pebble to mark its territory.

"My parents used to occupy it," Caspian shared, lowering his gaze.

A moment of silence filled the room, and Susan gently held his hand. It seemed to lift his spirits, as they shared a look of affection.

"Charlotte," Peter brought them back to the discussion, "you can lead the troops in with Glenstorm."

Edmund ears perked at Peter's instructions. The more he observed, the more he felt his stomach tied in knots, especially with the prophecy haunting him in the back of his mind.

It was peculiar that no one brought up the prophecy regarding Charlotte's sacrifice. They all looked up to the kings and queens with complete faith of their leadership.

But did the kings and queens themselves really know what they were doing, though? He knew she was prepared to fight, but was he prepared for the prophecy?

The objection on his mind begged to be rolled off his tongue.

"Edmund will then give us the final signal," Peter finished his proposal, "and Glenstorm and Charlotte will lead the troops in together."

"I'm not certain Charlotte should go for battle," Edmund finally spoke up, raising a hand, "she could stay and hold the fort with Lucy."

Charlotte's expression changed in a split second to his absurd suggestion. Her eyebrows knitted, and her eyes burned with fury. A deadly glance was sufficient to intimidate him, but not to prevent his debate.

"But you reported this morning that she's mastered wielding two swords," Peter argued, "we definitely need her."

"That's right, er," Edmund struggled to translate his thoughts into words, "but, this is a real battle."

His mind was spouted with clouds and storms, preventing him from conveying his worry for her safety.

Peter shot him a look of incredulity, processing his mindless excuse.