Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Looking For Water

The cliffs were different to how the Pevensie's had remembered them. For the most part, they seemed to remember the entire layout of the woods, meadows and crossings, but they failed to take into account the geographical changes. There was much for them still to take into account, so much for them to learn as they reintroduced themselves to their home. It didn't seem right, though, it was how the world had worked out.

The male ego, of course, was a fragile thing and no one dared to challenge Peter completely. They suggested things to try and deter him, but otherwise, they didn't have a clue where they were supposed to be.

"I don't remember this way." Susan called out to the front of their group, hoping for an answer.

"That's the problem with girls." Peter replied. "You can't carry a map in your heads."

"That's because our heads have something in them." Lucy shot back.

Edmund sniggered into his hand. "Aramis would have your head for saying something like that."

"I wish he'd just listen to the DLF in the first place." Susan sighed to her younger sister.

"DLF?" The younger King questioned, attempting to keep up with Peter, who kept walking ahead, trying to find the next way around.

Lucy smiled to herself. "Dear Little Friend..."

"Oh," Trumpkin groaned, gritting his teeth. "that's not at all patronising, is it?"

They paused at an intersection, and the blonde King grumbled to no one but himself, as their being lost was due to no one but him. "I'm not lost!" He complained.

As much as he tried to deny it, even Peter knew that they were going the wrong way, but he was too stubborn to admit it. That was the way he had always been, though, now that he had been sent away to England and forced back without a warning, he was worse. There was an ego, and a complex that needed to be solved.

"No." Trumpkin disagreed, grumpily, daring to say what the others wouldn't. "You're just going the wrong way."

"You last saw Caspian at the Shuddering Woods," Peter recalled, frustrated. "And the quickest way there is to cross at the river Rush."

"But unless I'm mistaken, there's no crossing in these parts."

"That explains it, then." He demanded, continuing his walk. "You're mistaken."

Anyone could see that the power was going to his head, and Edmund was not a fan of it. Sometimes his brother seemed to forget that he was not the only ancient ruler of Narnia, and even then, that he was not the only King. He may have been granted a higher power, but they were a system, rather than dictators.

Peter walked around as if he owned the entire wood, which was concerning in itself. When they came to the edge of the forest like they had been hoping to do for hours, it was not what they wanted. It was a cliff, with a steep drop down onto the river below. The very sight of it elicited a groan from the blonde brother.

"You see, over time, water erodes the stone and soil, carving deeper-" Susan began to explain, but was cut off almost immediately.

Peter snapped. "Oh, shut up."

"Is there a way down?" Edmund queried, thinking of what they needed to know.