chapter five; tweedledum and tweedledee.
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     DAISY WAS ANXIOUS. The small band of Narnian's had left for Miraz' castle just hours ago and both Lucy and Daisy were continually pacing the cavernous corridors of the How. The speed at which both girls were moving around was practically nauseating; to the few Narnians who remained at the How, simply standing near either Daisy or Lucy were almost certainly going to get a headache. One could say, that in that moment, if Lucy and Daisy were inanimate objects, they would most definitely be spinning tops. They simply could not stay still.

     Perhaps Daisy should not have been so worried. After all, despite the undeniable realism trembling within the ground on which she walked, Daisy could not help but feel as if her trip to Wonderland was all but a dream.

     Peering over at Lucy, Daisy could tell that the younger girl was beginning to wilt. The comforting embrace of slumber approaching swiftly. Smiling affectionately at the younger girl, Daisy decided it would be best if both she and Lucy tried to rest. Worrying would be pointless, and so Daisy decided that the proactive approach would be to go to bed. 

      As Lucy's eyes began to droop, Daisy quietly walked over to the younger girl and took her hand. "Come on Lu," Daisy said gently, "let's try and get some sleep." Lucy simply nodded at her new friend, holding her hand tightly as they moved towards the stone table. Not and ideal place of rest, but it was better than nothing. Once seated, Lucy lay down upon her side, and rested her head in Daisy's lap.

     "I wish I could help win a battle like my siblings." Lucy said quietly, her voice just above a whisper. The young girl's minds full. Not only full of worries for her siblings and the other Narnians, but also full of feelings of jealousy. Why wasn't she allowed to join the raid? Lucy may have been young, but she was wise and brave beyond her years. It simply wasn't fair.

     "Oh, Lucy." Daisy sighed lightly. "The most important thing in life, is to stop saying 'I wish' and start saying 'I will'. Consider nothing impossible, then treat possibilities as probabilities."

     "Charles Dickens said that." Lucy said with a knowing smile. It had becoming increasingly apparent to Lucy over the past day or so, that Daisy loved to quote great Victorian authors. Probably a result of the many books the girl had read as a means of escaping from the monotony of life in England.

     "Yes, he did." Daisy replied, mirroring the younger girl's smile. "And he also said that Lucy Pevensie has to go to sleep or else Daisy Middleton will have to tickle her mercilessly."

     "He most certainly did not say that!" Lucy protested, sitting up from Daisy's lap.

     "Oh I'm sure he did."

     From the wicked smile growing on the older girl's lips, Lucy knew that Daisy would almost certainly stay true to her word unless Lucy went to sleep. "Fine." The girl sighed. "But just so you know, I shall be holding this against you. And when I find out what is going on between you and Caspian, I will meddle mercilessly!"

     "You wouldn't dare!" Daisy gasped, ignoring the hammering in her heart.

     "Oh, but I would." Lucy grinned, before skipping off to find a place to rest. "Goodnight Daisy, I'll see you later."

     Daisy just shook her head affectionately, before crawling into a comfortable position, allowing herself to be lulled into a restful state of unconsciousness.

     Daisy had been asleep for what felt like no more than an hour or two. Her slumber had been relatively peaceful; her usual bout of strange magical dreams had not plagued her subconscious for the first time in what seemed like years. Pure bliss.

     But suddenly, Daisy had found herself being shaken awake rather ferociously by an extremely hyperactive Lucy Pevensie. "What is it Lu?" Daisy mumbled groggily.

     "They're back!" Lucy exclaimed, trying drag Daisy up from her makeshift bed beside the stone table. At this, Daisy scrambled up from the floor in a flash and grabbed Lucy by the hand. The two girls then ran at a lightning pace through the How, towards the bright light at the end of the labyrinth of stone tunnels.

     As the two girls reached the entrance to the tomb, their eyes were greeted by a sorry looking bunch of Narnians and three solemn teenagers. The one stark contrast between the party when they left and now, was the sheer number of Narnians who had returned. It was clear, even without the need to count, that at least a third of the group had not made it home. The plan had failed.

     "What happened?" Lucy asked, her eyes laced with sadness and disappointment.

"Ask him." Peter spat, shooting a poisonous glare at Caspian. Daisy furrowed her eyebrows. If the failure of this attack was anyone's fault, it would have been a team effort, not the mistake of one single perpetrator.

"Peter." Susan warned, shooting her brother a stern glare.

"Me?" Caspian called out incredulously. "You could have called it off. There was still time."

Caspian's eyes flicked towards Daisy for support, but got none. In return he received a cold steely gaze, telling him that the failure of the plan was as much his fault as it was Peter's. They were both to blame.

"No there wasn't, thanks to you." Peter shot back, his steps halting as he turned to face Caspian. "If you'd kept to the plan, those soldiers might be alive right now."

"And, if you'd just stayed here like I suggested, then they definitely would be!" Caspian spat, his posture becoming more stilted by the second.

"You called us remember!" Peter hissed.

"My first mistake."

"No." Peter interrupted. "Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people."

"Peter, stop." Daisy interfered. She took a step towards the bickering boys, but Lucy held her back, her fists in an iron grip around the sleeves of Daisy's dress.

"Shut up Daisy." Peter spat as he began to walk away from the Telmarine Prince. "Stop meddling with things you don't understand."

"Hey!" Caspian shouted at Peter's retreating figure, his voice laced with Venom. "I'm not the one who abandoned Narnia!"

"You invaded Narnia." Peter stepped towards Caspian, one hand curled in fists of rage, the other pointing accusingly at the boy stood in front of him. Caspian brushed past Peter, stalking towards the entrance of the How. "You have no more right to be here than Miraz does! You, him, your father... Narnia is better off without the lot of you."

Caspian let out a guttural noise, turning swiftly around to face the High King, and drawing his sword. Peter drew his too, preparing himself to engage in what would be a fight to gain total control over the Narnian forces.

"Stop it!" Edmund shouted, drawing the attention of the boys towards him. Glenstorm then set down an injured dwarf (the same one Daisy had yet to meet), as Lucy ran over to him, a cordial of some sort clutched in her hand. Gently, Lucy drop some of the liquid into the little man's mouth, causing his eyes to slowly peel open.

A healing cordial? Curiouser and curiouser.

"What are you all standing around for?" The dwarf, Trumpkin, said to the crowd gathered beside him. "The Telmarines will be here soon enough. Lucy got up from her place beside Trumpkin and offered him a small smile. "Thank you, my dear little friend."

Turning away from the sweet scene, Daisy noticed Caspian beginning to head into the How. "Caspian, wait." She called out to the prince. "I need to speak with you."

Caspian halted in his steps.

"I need time alone, Daisy." He replied without turning to face the girl that caused his stomach to turn into knots.

"No Caspian." Daisy said firmly. "You, Peter and I are going to talk whether you like it or not. So get your act together, and follow me."

Upon hearing his name, Peter turned to face Daisy and Caspian, a grimace adorning his features. "What do you to want?" He asked flatly.

"To talk things through, and to help you two idiots to stop acting like Tweedledum and Tweedle-dumber." Daisy shot back. "Now follow me if you value your lives over your egos."

Daisy may not have had her adventure just yet, but sorting out Tweedledum and Tweedledee was an impossible task in itself. Difficult but not impossible.

After all, Daisy did believe up to six impossible things before breakfast.

sassy daisy is the best daisy, and no one can convince me otherwise. also lucy and daisy are the cutest, okay? also this was very short and i'm sorry about that.