introduced herself to the Griffin that flew her into one of the Telmarine turrets, and so she felt herself to be awfully rude.

Nevertheless, she continued to land on top of the tower, quietly peaking over the edge to watch as a soldier stands guard, pacing forwards and backwards in a uniformed, automatic fashion. Sensing something strange, he looks up, only to be met with the blank, dark sky. The Griffin grabbed him effortlessly, before he had time to scream.

Edmund was the first to jump down, instantly turning around to offer a hand to Catherine, helping her jump off the roof and onto the turrets' landing. She handed him his torch, dusting herself off as he positioned himself perfectly and began to click the button on and off, revealing a signal to the others. Catherine looked up and caught sight of her brother, flying in by another Griffin. She sighed deeply and continued to watch Edmund in silence, her mouth sewn shut.

God, she hoped this would work.

...

Edmund and Catherine patiently waited for the next stage; preparing to signal the troops to enter the castle after Peter, Caspian and Susan open the gate and Trumpkin lowers the drawbridge, allowing them to enter.

So far, Caspian and the others were hidden inside the castle, taking much longer to return than they should have been, and Catherine was beginning to chew her lip in concern, pacing back and forth. Edmund was flipping his torch in his hand, leaning on the wall as she worriedly paced in front of him, jumping at any slight movements. Hearing her tense breathing, he looked up with an amused smirk as she winced at another door slamming somewhere within the building. He chuckled and she let out a deep breath.

'Cath-'

'They should have been here by now.' Catherine said, shuddering slightly. 'Caspian said he wasn't going to be late, he promised me he would be on time-'

Edmund raised an eyebrow. 'Catherine-'

'Let me see your watch.' Catherine said, walking towards him and pulling out his arm. He smirked, analysing her face as she pulled back his sleeve to reveal the small clock, smiling at her flustered expression.

'Catherine.'

At this, she looked up, locking eyes with him and taking note of his amused smirk. He chuckled lightly, not daring to look away from her, afraid that she might turn away from him. He wanted to look at her for a little longer.

'When has Caspian ever been on time?'

This seemed to relieve her worries a little and her body relaxed, slightly, stepping back from being so close to him. She looked down at the floor, ashamed by her concern and he felt a slight pang when she broke eye-contact. He swallowed, ignoring it and frowned at her as she took a worried breath.

'Hey.' He said before raising his voice a little louder to grab her attention. 'Hey. It's going to be alright. He's with Susan and Peter, they won't let anything happen to them.'

'Peter hates Caspian, Ed.' She told him, beginning to pace again.

Edmund stood up, rolling his eyes with a small smile on his face as he switched the torch into his other hand and walked towards her, grabbing her by her shoulders, and peering down at her, gently.

'He's going to be okay. I know it.'

She nodded, soothingly and let out a deep breath. 'Alright. I believe you.'

Edmund grinned, triumphantly.

'Of course you do,' he teased. 'You will find that I can be very persuasive.'

Catherine laughed at this, her eyes glittering as if they were littered with Narnia's finest diamonds. For a while, Edmund was convinced that they were.

'Sure,' She said, sarcastically, her smirk reappearing. 'I bet that comes in handy back where you're from, doesn't it?'

Edmund's smile faltered and his eyes became a little dimmer. He pressed his lips into a firm line and forced himself to smile, which came out slightly wrong and impatient. Catherine took notice of his duller expression and found her own smile fading away.

'I'm sorry.' She blushed, turning away. 'I didn't mean to pry.'

'No.' Edmund said, quickly, his eyes still scanning her face. 'That's alright. I just miss it, that's all.'

Catherine nodded, slightly embarrassed. 'I know how that feels.'

'Of course.' Edmund gulped, wincing subtly. 'Your parents.'

Catherine nodded again, sighing gently as she directed her gaze to the floor. 'I miss them a lot. Especially now. Narnia... it wouldn't have been like this. Not under their control.'

Edmund understood. He watched her, taking note of her expressions and calming nature. He swallowed, realizing that he was staring and turned away, coughing out awkwardly. He began to flip his torch, flusteredly, and noticed that she had started to look back at him with a bewildered expression, once again excited over the torch and his world's exciting technology. He wished to show her, one day.

He flipped them between each of his hands, left and right, left and right, in a foolish attempt to somewhat impress her, and she laughed loudly at the action. Edmund grinned at her laugh, triumphant that he had made her happy, and his eyes twinkled as he listened to her. Her joy was musical, like tiny little bells that chimed when she was giggling, sweet like a bird.

It was then that his grip became slippery and he dropped it, the metal clashing onto the tower below. Catherine instantly stopped laughing, a gasp escaping her lips. She ran to Edmund's side, the pair of them looking down to see the soldier that was positioned beneath them picking it up, curiously, and switching the button to turn it on, light shinining in his face. He began to wave it around, casting another large light into the air. Edmund grimaced.

Catherine groaned and grabbed Edmund's arm, pulling him towards the door with a whisper. 'Come on.'

They ran softly down the steps, their shoes padding softly against the stone as they reached a small window above the turret, large enough for them to fit into. Edmund pushed her against the wall as the guard looked upwards, effectiley hiding her and gently putting a finger to his lips. Catherine held her breath, breathing in his signature scent. She closed her eyes for a minute, attempting to remember it forever. Edmund was watching the soldier, his face dark and thinking of solutions that would allow them to get the torch back without causing too much fuss. The bells in the castle began to ring. Catherine knew what those meant. She had heard them when her and Caspian ran away, she had heard them when there was an invasion on the castle after her parent's death.

Miraz knew they were here.

In a hurry, Catherine frowned and pushed Edmund off of her, making him frown in confusion. She pursed her lips and let out a soft, defeated sigh, steadying herself against the window. Edmund hissed towards her, attempting not to disturb the guard.

'What are you-?'

Catherine didn't let him finish as she took a run from the window, Edmund watching as she jumped down and onto his shoulders, effectively knocking him out onto the ground. Alarmed, she stood up, dusting herself off and glancing at two more guards that had pointed in her direction. Edmund shook his head and jumped down beside her, pulling out his sword. Catherine drew her own.

...

Edmund grumbled under the soldier's weight, a sword pressed against his throat. 'A bit busy, Pete!'

Catherine grunted, yelling as she kicked one of the soldier's in the stomach, their swords clashing together. Edmund managed to break free from the guard's grip and smashes his head against theirs before drawing his sword and stabbing him in the stomach. He breathes out, panting heavily as the guard falls limp to his knees.

Beside him, Catherine yells out in pain as her sword is thrown onto the ground, the guard cutting her arm and drawing blood. The soldier lunges towards her, making her duck and Edmund runs towards her, grabbing the torch from the ground. He flips it in his hand, using it to hit the soilder, knocking him out. He looks at her in alarm.

'Are you alright?'

She doesn't respond, instead looking down at his hands. He furrows his eyebrows and follows his gaze, looking down to see the torch, pieces broken, the light now estinguished.

'Oh.'

...

off Telmarine soldiers in the courtyard and wondered why the hell Edmund and Catherine hadn't sent off the signal yet. He squinted, looking up to the turret that still remained darkness, the torch not seeming to light up the sky as it should have.

He felt sick in his throat and shared a concerned look with Susan across by the now-open gate, who shook her head, gently. He understood, instantly. This isn't supposed to happen.

Still, Peter didn't draw back.

On the tower, Edmund desperately hits the torch in his palm, over and over in an attempt for it to work.

'Come on,' He mumbles in despair, getting more impatient. Catherine shifts on her feet, looking out towards the village, where Glenstorm and the army would wait for their call. A call that should have been released minutes ago. Her gaze drifted down to where her brother was, duelling with a few Telmarine soldiers, and she swallowed nervously, knowing already that Peter's plan was not going to succeed. The casualties would be too drastic to recover from. She wouldn't let that happen.

Relentless, Catherine growled and snatched the torch from Edmund's hand.

Edmund reached out, appalled by her actions. 'Wait- no!'

Catherine smacked it against the stone wall, repeatedly, making Edmund grimace and wince in astonishment as she sighed, deeply. She paused and clicked the button, allowing it to flash on. Without hesitation, she moved to the end of the tower and flashed it towards the troops, successfully.

Edmund laughed, loudly.

'You're a life-saver, 'Rin!'

Hello everybody.

So, where are y'all from??

I live in Scotland, really beautiful, but I'd love to travel in the near future. I speak French, Spanish and Portuguese so I'm hoping to do something with that, I suppose, but most of my time is spent doing god knows what on here.