Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

It's No Game

To say that Narnia was not itself without Aramis was an understatement at the least. Without ever trying, he breathed life into the world, and made the sun shine brighter, if only a little. His form, though mortal in some ways, did not strive for eternity. He only wished to live the life he was promised, which was one of peace, and of tranquility.

     Without a foot on the ground, the air was colder, but there was much to be done, and they could not ponder for fear of letting them go. The Telmarine's had lost, but the cost may have been too great. What was a win without those you love most to share it with.

     The soldiers were gathered from the river, and guided into factions where their weapons could be dropped, and their strong armour removed. They did not need to fear, for their lives were never going to be taken in cold blood. The shore was safe, as was their home.

      All that was said, was that there could be no more fighting. It was the smallest price to pay for something so big.

     Knowing they had done all that they could, the remaining royalty crossed through the river with ease. Though their armour weighed them down, and the water sloshed slowly around their legs, limiting their movement, it was comfortable and calm. It panicked Edmund, and for a moment, as he crossed through by his sister, it ran through his mind that he may be blamed for Aramis' disappearance.

      He don't even know it could happen. It was this fault. How could it be?

     Seeing Aslan was a blessing. He had as noble, and as kind as he had been the first time they had met. He had not aged a day, just as the spirit did not.

     When they were on the sand, the four of them took one look at the lion, before kneeling. Their heads were bowed, and they knew Aramis would have been doing the same, should he have been there. It was only right. He deserved their loyalty more than anyone else.

"Rise, Kings and Queens of Narnia." Aslan convinced them, and they looked up, swiftly, allowing themselves to stand at the same level as Lucy. When Caspian didn't move, he repeated. "All of you."

  The Prince shook his head, and returned his gaze back to the levelled ground. "I do not think I am ready."

  It wasn't often the lion smiled, but he did now. "It's for that very reason I know you are."

     And though he felt guilty in doing so, the Telmarine Prince stood, knowing now he was recognised as a Narnian King. He looked to Edmund, who often a glimmer of a smile, though Peter's face didn't change once.

And though it was against the grain, Edmund spoke up, his voice hoarse. He could not let many more minutes pass by when he didn't know what had happened to Aramis. Over everything, he was concerned.

"Aslan," He gulped, sheepishly. "Only... it's Aramis. He saved me, and was in loads of pain, and then he was gone. I don't know where he went."

"What do you mean where he went?" Susan scoffed, in disbelief. "Did you lose him?"

"No." Edmund shook his head, the guilt eating at his heart more than his brain. "He just vanished."

With as much grace and decorum as he ever had, Aslan nodded. "He will return to you soon, dear one."

"Thank you."

"Though, you may find that some things have changed more than you might have expected." His warning was formidable, but there was little time to think it over.

Bagpipes sounded through the air in a somber sort of tune. It wasn't something that could ever be forgotten. The melancholy ways were followed by the mice, Narnian soldiers, dragging their tails across the beach. Only, they found out why by seeing Reepicheep's body lifeless upon a stretcher. Of all people, he did not deserve to die. Too many of them were victim to violence.

As he was placed upon the ground, and his men watched over him, Lucy ran over. She unlatched her elixir, and poured a drop into his open mouth.

It took a minute, maybe two, but eventually he crawled onto his side.

"Oh!" He exclaimed, pushing himself onto his feet. "Thank you, Your Majesty." One of his men stabilised how he stood, before turning around. "Uh... oh. Hail Aslan! It is an honour to be in..." Going to bow, he stumbled, which was when he saw his shame, and how his tail had been cut off. "Oh! I'm completely out of countenance. I must crave your indulgence for appearing in this unseemly fashion. Uh... perhaps a drop more?"

  Lucy sent him an apologetic look. "I don't think it does that."

  "You could have a go." Reepicheep shrugged, underneath his breath.

  Aslan laughed lightly at his misfortune. "It becomes you well, small one."

  "All the same," He bargained. "Great King, I regret that I must withdraw for a tail is the honour and glory of a mouse." When it didn't come to anything, he offered up his sword.

  "Perhaps you think too much of your honour, friend."

  "Well, it's not just the honour." Reepicheep began to ramble. "It's also great for balance. And climbing. And grabbing things."

     Aslan and Lucy looked to one another and smiled, because they knew of the issues of pride. After all, she was related to Peter, who's ego was the greatest of them all.

     "May it please Your High Majesty," One of Reep's men withdrew his sword, and others followed in his stead. "We will not bear the shame of wearing an honour denied to our chief." When the blade was placed to their tail, Aslan laughed.

  "Not for the sake of your dignity," He said. "But for the love of your people."

  It was like magic that his tail reappeared from the small stump it had been. "Oh! Look! Thank you, my liege. I will treasure it always. From this day forward it will serve as a great reminder of my humility."

  Having solved one problem, Aslan chuckled once more. Clearly he was in a good mood. "Now, where is this dear little friend you've told me so much about?"

      After Trumpkin received a decent scare, proving that indeed, Aslan did exist, the Pevensie's were left with much work to do. Though, Edmund could barely think of anything but Aramis. It was always something at the forefront of his mind, but now, all that he had left was a memory.

     Although, Aslan had said he would return. Didn't he? He was coming back...

     Aramis had to come back.

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