Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or all the wonders of it's world I only own my own plot

Authors Note: Hey guys! This is an old (yet touching) story I wrote about a year or so ago, but I'm posting it anyway! Remember R&R!

The Battle

"You told me there were only a few!" Peter grunted taking down yet another giant with the help of a gryphon that flew over head.

"Oh and I suppose you were correct in telling me that we had enough soldiers!" Edmund replied through gritted teeth as he thrusted his sword through the neck of another enemy, slicing the head clean off with one swing then blocked a blow from another giant.

The brothers continued to fight and occasionally toss each other a sour comment to make each other angry as to help each other take their anger out on the enemy. It was like an unspoken pact they made to each other, to protect each other no matter what.

The enemy began to notice that the two brothers were stronger together and used it to their advantage. Slowly the enemy pushed the two brothers apart until they were completely separated.

Peter noticed this and aggressively began to fight his way back to where he saw the slight glimpse of Edmund's black hair, but the enemy thickened between them forcing Peter to stay separate from his little brother.

"Stay strong, Ed!" He shouted over the enemy in high hopes Edmund could hear him. He continued to fight but was slightly less aggressive, for he was using strength to listen for a response.

Unfortunately he got one.

Edmund's shrill, pain filled cry echoed over the battle field, every Narnian turned to look and by their faces they saw something terrible and brutal. Peter tried to see but it was hard to do while fighting. Other Narnians noticed his struggle and began to attack enemies, clearing a path for Peter.

It was hard to see Edmund at first, laying in the piles of dead bodies and blood covering everything. What gave Edmund away was his screaming.

Peter ran up to his brother, other Narnians protecting the way. Edmund's limp body was still breathing jaggedly and Peter knelt by him, lifting his body until he lay on his lap like a young boy.

Edmund's face was always the hardest to look at when he was in pain. Always had been. He didn't handle pain as well as others could, yet he always seemed to get hurt the most.

There was the same look of pain on his face this time as he did while he had several injuries, but now he looked different. Like something about this injury was more dangerous than before.

"Pete..." Edmund gasped, his teeth clenching as he held his stomach "It... it's the same spot... where... where she got me... the first time..."

Peter didn't have to think twice on who "she" was. He looked to where the blood was pouring from Edmund's side and knew as well it was the same spot where Jadis had stabbed him at the battle of Beruna. Quickly without thinking, he took his hands and held them against the wound with Edmund, to keep from anymore blood from flowing out.

"Ortarious!" Peter called in horror to the centaur noble who wasn't too far away, cutting down some of the enemy as he galloped toward the two brothers. The blood was oozing through Peter's fingers and Edmund's face was getting harder and harder to look at as he tightened all the muscles in his face to distract himself from the pain.

"Quickly!" The centaur shouted over the cries around them "Put him on my back!"

"I can't risk Edmund losing any more blood!" Peter called up to the centaur, now slightly panicking.

"Pete..." Edmund moaned and Peter noticed he was pressing too hard on Edmunds wound. He gently lightened his hands still covering the spot.

A nearby fawn overheard what was going on, and ran to them, holding his hands underneath Edmund's neck and legs, preparing to pick him up bridal style.

"Here, I will help!" He said and lifted the young King into his arms, Peter's hands still on the wound, trying desperately to keep some blood in. With some effort they got both Peter and Edmund on Ortarious's back and they were fleeing the battle field as fast yet gently as they could back to the nearest infirmary.