It wasn't fair--Peter was oldest AND the son. Susan was the eldest girl, the pretty and sensible one. Lucy was the baby, the darling who did no wrong.

Edith did wrong--she never seemed to stop doing wrong. She fouled up her grades, fouled up her relationships with her siblings, and she even fouled up being a hero. The prophecy had promised a place for her at last, hadn't it? But no, she'd been greedy and bitter, and now all she could do is watch as Peter is strapped into his armor. He'd gripped her shoulders and ordered her to find Susan and Lucy, wherever they'd wandered off. "Just--just listen to me, just this once, E? Keep our sisters safe."

Edith might have nodded, but as she cinches her crimson gambeson and reaches for the chain mail--her form would be sexless under the layers and the helmet would hide her shorn hair--she apologizes to Peter under her breath.

This time, she won't get this wrong--otherwise, what is the point of her being there at all?