The sound of steel on steel rang through the garden of a newly restored Cair Paravel as two soldiers swung their swords at each other. King Edmund was breathing heavily, his heart pounding hard against his full body armor. He stepped back and eyed his opponent through his helmet. The other soldier was also dressed in full body armor. Every inch was covered except for the gap in the helmet, slightly shaped like a crescent or a frown, that showed hazel green eyes looking intensely at the Just King.

With a growl escaping his lips, Edmund swung again, his movements quick and strong. He spun his blade swiftly above his head and lunged at the other but his opponent countered him with equal strength. There was a sense of grace surrounding them as they both moved so poised and precise. It appeared to be an even battle until the soldier moved a few seconds too quickly for Edmund, knocking his sword from his grip.

The silver hit the ground with a dull thud as the dark-haired King speedily stepped back to avoid being sliced down the middle. He kept a certain distance from the other fighter, cautious of the blade. The soldier charged at the king, and suddenly, it was all a blur until Edmund's head hit the grass with a light thud. His feet had been knocked out from under him and he felt a weight pressed to the metal on his chest. Edmund glared at the hard green eyes staring back at him as the soldier raised the sword, ready to strike.

"That's enough."

A voice broke through the concentration of both warriors. Peter, stood on the white marble steps of the castle, dressed in a dark blue and gold tunic, had come to check on his celebration of the restoration of Cair Paravel was to start very soon. Guests have already started arriving yet King Edmund The Just was nowhere to be found.

"Don't kill him before Susan cuts the ribbon. She wouldn't like that." Said the High King, amusement evident in his tone.

A rumble was heard from the soldier towering over Edmund. This rumble quickly turned into light laughter as the soldier pulled the helmet off. Her face was pale but pink as she breathed heavily, her hair falling in waves just below her shoulder and her green eyes were soft this time, unlike how it was during their fight. She offered a hand to Edmund, who gladly took it, laughing as well.

"I wasn't gonna kill him." She said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Yet." She added with a mischievous grin to Edmund.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he replied, giving her a light push on the shoulder. The two kept pushing and shoving each other and Peter shook his head at the two with a smile.

"Hey, hey!" he called out, waving his gold crown at them.

"We need you inside, King Edmund." He stressed, although still smiling widely.

"Oh, he'll be there alright." Replied the girl, giving Edmund one last shove.

Edmund picked up his sword and placed it in its sheath dramatically, teasing his brother. Peter simply chuckled, rolled his eyes at them before placing his crown on his head again and said

"Thank you, Avalon."

Avalon and Edmund made their way back to a wooden bench which rested beneath a giant oak tree. There, their personal items were stowed away including a jug of water. Avalon offered it to the boy as she tied her dark hair up in a ponytail with a ribbon. Taking a drink, Edmund watched her as she did this and thought of how they became friends.