Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Saviour Machine

The night was a thing that Aramis respected more than any other. The peace that came with the darkness, and twinkling light that aligned with the moon and stars was unparalleled. That sense of serenity made his long and winding life seen bearable. He could see his family whenever it was convenient to him, because all he had to do was look up. There they would be.

     It must have been hard for the Pevensie's. Narnia to them was a world unknown, only sharing the same skies. Their family was so far away, uncommunicable and practically lost to time.

     Aramis felt bad for them. He wished that there was some out her way, but there wasn't. Even in the same world, all of his brothers and sisters were out of sight and mind. They had to be, otherwise he would go crazy. There was nothing he loved more than his family: he assumed the same for the Pevensie's.

     But this night was going to be the worst of them all. With the events of the day before, Aramis was aware of the trials to come. He couldn't avoid them, no matter what he tried.

     The stars seemed more dim now, their glow having dulled out in the last few hours. Under them, Aramis walked to the main tent at the edge of the camp. Before it happened, he had to see Aslan.

     Inside of the yellow and red big-top tent, Aslan was curled in the middle, looking up despondently. Aramis sat by him, barely moving. There were tears in his dark eyes, but he never let them fall.

     When it came time for Aslan to stand and leave, Aramis stood too. There was a prick in his heart about to tear it wide open.

  "For what it may be worth..." The star paused, unsure of any boundaries he might have been breaking. Being uninterrupted served as a good sign. "It has been both an honour and a privilege to serve you in this life."

  Aslan offered a slight chuckle. "My dear friend, you talk like this is the end."

  "It is the end of an era, certainly, I can feel it." There was a lump in his throat. It wasn't what he wanted to feel. "But I know what must happen."

  "And that is why I have trusted you to see it through." The lion had a ghost of a smile upon his lips. "There is nothing you wouldn't do to fulfil your duty."

  Aramis bowed his head. "That includes you, my King."

  A chuckle left him. "I think, my friend, your time for serving me has come to an end also."

  "Aslan..." It felt as if his very soul had been ripped from his body. An emptiness that was overwhelming.

  "You must see us as equals."

  "But we are not."

  "We serve the same purpose, and that makes us equals." The King allowed Aramis to raise his head, a final act of kindness perhaps. In return, he bowed his own. "I will say goodbye."

  "Goodbye, Aslan." His lips upturned at the corners, despite the redness of his eyes. "It truly has been an honour."

Aslan left the tent. There was no need for him to stay, knowing that what was coming was inevitable. All it did was allow Aramis to overthink everything.

It was no secret that after such a long life, the mind was both a comfort and an enemy. There were times when the only thing available to him were his thoughts, and drove himself mad. Now having a physical being for the foreseeable future, Aramis had to keep his body busy. Otherwise, his life would only spiral downwards until there was nothing more to do.