Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Station to Station

The forest was a natural place, of wonderment, and of hope. There was so much beauty; and so much contrast to the harshness brought around by Telmar. When they had taken over, there was nowhere else to flee for the Narnian's but the woods. Most of them had been murdered, but the few who survived, if they really did, would have hidden there.

     The Prince remembered that. His Professor had told him when he was younger about the conflict between the two peoples. He wished that he had listened a little more to their tales. It would have given him more to think about.

     There must have been a great noise as soon as he landed, because he gained the attention of those he never thought could have existed. Out of a tree trunk, a door opened, and for a moment, he thought it was going to be a shortage of elves, or a finagle of fairies- but he was wrong. Instead, it was two dwarves, both very grumpy looking.

     The Prince had never seen dwarves before in his life, although, he supposed they all couldn't look like they were partaking in a midlife crisis. One was a redhead with a poorly receding hairline and Neanderthal-like forehead. The other was a stocky man, with long greying hair and a beard to match.

He never should have looked. He realised it now. Looking only made everything worse.

"He's seen us." The grey haired dwarf complained as they ran towards the boy. They didn't know who he was. And he didn't know who they were.

Sensing that he was in danger, the Prince looked around, trying his best to find something that would make him more powerful. He didn't want to have to face them alone, but he would have to. His sword was lying only a little way away, so he scrambled to reach it before the dwarves came for him.

     The redheaded dwarf had already drawn his blade, and if it came to it, then the Prince would be dead in moments. However, before anything else could be made of it, the familiar sounds of horses whinnies echoed throughout the woods. The Telmarines had found him, and they would not leave him.

     "Take care of him." The redhead grunted.

     He gave no warning for his friend, before racing off to the Telmarine's. It didn't make sense because it was practically a sacrifice. Why would someone ever give themselves up for nothing?

     Under the strict instructions to 'take care' of the Prince, the grey haired dwarf charged for him. He didn't have the sword like he had planned, as something else caught his eye. Something the Professor had made the effort to teach him about.

He knew the legends. He knew about the Kings and Queens of old. He knew about the Golden Age. He knew about the Prophecies. He knew about the Last Spirit.

He reached for the ivory horn, and hoped that it was, indeed, real. It was the only chance the Prince had.

"No!" The dwarf cried out, but it was too late.

There was only one more moment the Prince could remember, which was the pure disgust on the face of the grey-haired dwarf. And then, it was black.

     Finchley, London, England.

     The Pevensie's had been home for little over a year, and not very much had changed at all. School was a bore, the war was ongoing and never ending, and Edmund felt lost.