Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Sorrow

In the past weeks, Edmund had forgotten to consider what a culture shock it would be to return back to England. He was so enamoured by his love for Narnia, and the hope that they would be able to stay for such a long time, it had never once crossed his mind. Though now faced with the facts, he was completely overwhelmed.

     Not a moment had passed from the train station, as they stood at the edge of the platform. Their school uniforms were on, scratchy and cold as always. Even the cap he was sure he had taken off was back on his head. It didn't seem fair...

     His heart was full, and warm at the thought of home, and Narnia being in safe hands. The mere idea of Aramis caused his chest to swell, before inevitably breaking.

     If he had been given a choice, he never would have left, not if the spirit was still there, and he was not. If there was one person who deserved happiness, it was Aramis, and with Edmund leaving it seemed almost impossible. Caspian would have to do as a friendly substitute in the meantime.

     As the train pulled up to the platform, they all seemed to be slightly taken aback. Everything moved at much more of a pace than they remembered, and they couldn't loiter without looking suspicious.

     Edmund's legs seemed to freeze as he looked to Peter on his left. It had been his decision, and if he had ever begun to forgive him for being so egotistical and self-centred, they were right back at the beginning. His brother never made things easy for himself, and certainly now, things were much worse. This was all his fault.

     The doors opened, and they failed to step through, passed by many busy Londoners, on their merry way with no knowledge that something bigger than them all had occurred. That wars beneath their feet had been solved over little more than a good man putting his foot down. It wouldn't be enough for them. Their war would persistent beyond the dregs of time.

     A pretentious looking boy, with the same uniform as both Edmund and Peter, made his way into the train. Still, they looked forwards. They seemed to be in a trance of their own.

     He wore a pair of thin wired glasses, and a yellow and dark blue striped scarf. Somehow, he managed to look much worse than Edmund. Not ugly, per say, but unpopular. They couldn't imagine him having many, if any, friends.

"Aren't you coming, Phyllis?"

The boy seemed to be asking them, despite not one of them even knowing a Phyllis, never mind being called that. And though confused as ever, they grabbed onto their bags, and ran into the train before the doors could close on them.

     Wedged inside a fairly busy tube train, the Pevensie's were all huddled together. That was when Edmund felt his bag against him for the first time. The leather satchel he had carried around for what felt like forever in hope of finding more things to bring home.

     His hopes had been washed away when all he found was his school books; Romeo and Juliet included. Although, he had found Aramis start to enjoy the book in the time he hadn't been there. Perhaps it would have been best left with him. He would have more use for it, after all.

What use were exams when he was the King of another land? They measured none of his success, none of his worth, and yet he was considered worthless, for all intents and purposes if he could not read a simple book. One day, he hoped that he may be able to live as he wished to, and not by the boundaries others set for him.

Half heartedly, he mumbled to himself. "You don't think there's any way we can get back?" It drew the attention of his siblings. "I've left my new torch in Narnia."

They laughed at him. They thought it was hilarious, that he chose his torch to complain about over everything else. It could have been Aramis, but after the first time around, they found he often chose not to mention him. He was in far too much pain to ever express it properly.

     His siblings knew better than to talk of him, or to say his name in common times. The spirit was one who could never be controlled, never move beyond the boundaries preset for him, unless Aslan said the word. He was omnipresent, and omniscient, and omnipotent, should he have wished for it. But he did not. He was content to live, and to serve, as no more than a soldier by name, and greater by title. Aramis was perfect, and Edmund knew it more than any other being.

It was on the walk home that the topic was finally brought up. The idea they weren't supposed to mention, and the burning hole within Edmund's heart opened once more.

  "So," Susan sighed, a sort of airiness in her voice, and melancholy in the air. "What about you and Aramis, then?"

  "Erm..." Edmund distracted from himself. "No. What about you and Caspian? That was a bit out of the blue, wasn't it?"

  "I've got to admit," Their sister blushed to herself, though the thoughts were quickly brushed from her mind. "It rather took me by surprise, too."

  "It was a bit much." Lucy replied, absently.

  "Exactly." Edmund agreed. "It was definitely a bit much."

  "Don't agree with her." She scolded, frustrated. "And don't focus on me! You kissed Aramis."

  "Please, tell the world." The freckled boy retorted, sarcastically. "I'm sure you'd all love it if I was put in prison for it."

  "Sorry."

  "It's fine."

  "I'm sure he'll look after your torch, Edmund." Peter smirked, bumping his side as they walked. "Don't worry about that."

  Smiling, uncomfortably, Edmund grumbled. "That's not what I'm worried about."

    

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