Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Tired Of My Life

The Pevensie's had been declared Kings and Queens of Narnia when they were little more than children, and fifteen years later, they were stripped of that when returning back to England. Almost thirteen-hundred years after that, they were forced back into a situation where they had to relearn who they were and everything their people would stand for.

Edmund had switched from place to place, and learned many things about himself, but nothing as much as when he was with Aramis. He could have read a hundred books, but after one conversation with the spirit, he was guaranteed to learn more.

The pursuit of knowledge was a dangerous thing, and though Aramis had guided him through it all at first, then by himself, it was much worse. Even surrounded by his siblings, he felt alone, which was odd. The only way he could describe it, was that a piece of his heart was missing, and he could never be the one to retrieve it.

Narnia brought him that piece back, though, instilled more nerves than he would have liked. Edmund was sure he hadn't been that way before. Now it was hard to tell.

     Now, lined up, he and his siblings were being restored to some of their former glory. They were seeing their people again, the Narnian's they had once been able to love unconditionally. Where he had found Aramis, he stood, facing the opening to the new temple. It felt like a lot of pressure.

     Caspian was in the middle of them, but he was alien to them. And besides, Peter didn't seem to be much of a fan. Edmund had been bundled next to him, in some sort of retaliation. He could say he was happy about it in the slightest, but he had to deal with it if he wanted to see what the Narnian's had done for them.

     There were two rows of centaurs facing inwards, and as they stepped forwards, their swords rose to create an arch. Though, Caspian waited a moment before following on; perhaps he didn't feel like it was his to accept. It did mean Aramis was further from the Pevensie's than he would have liked to be. Although, by now, he had come to terms with the fact that they would not always live their lives side by side.

There were two sections to the tomb, not that the Pevensie's were aware of it yet. However, they were guided into the first section, which had been coined as their military factory. It was the space where the spirit spent the least of his time.

So many Narnian's we're hard at work. So many of them had put effort into their upcoming conflicts, and it was unnerving to see.

Edmund gulped.

They didn't even know what was being planned yet. What was the point in showing them the vast array of swords and axes for their men if there was no plan of action? They weren't even sure if they were going to attack themselves, or wait to be invaded.

"It may not be what you are used to." Caspian warned the boys, the girls having disappeared off somewhere they hadn't caught. "But it is defensible."

     Edmund hoped that he was right, otherwise they would all be doomed before they began.

     "Peter!" Susan called from the back of the tomb, catching both of her brother attention. "You may want to see this."

     They followed her, to the back, and down a dark, winding tunnel, to a thin room they didn't know existed. Though, by the way it had been preserved, it seemed a lot of people didn't know about it either.

     All along the walls, which were cave like and daunting, were paintings. If he hadn't known better, Edmund would have assumed that it was their prophecy. But it wasn't. Everything that was depicted there had happened long after the Pevensie's left Narnia. Perhaps Aramis had done it: he did always had an artistic flair, unlike the others.

It was his life on a canvas. Everything he had done of significance in Narnia was there. That was him. On the walls. Everywhere he looked.

"It's us." Susan gasped, smiling softly. She hadn't expected it, but it made her glad to see they hadn't been forgotten.

Lucy turned on her heels, spinning around the tunnel, taking it all in. "What is this place?"

"You don't know?" Caspian was taken aback by it all.

"It has been hundreds of years since their life here, my Prince." Aramis informed him, completely ignorant to the slight jealousy that made Edmund writhe beneath his skin. "Do not taunt them with matters they were not privy to."

Caspian took a torch from the wall and lit it with ease. He lead them around to a second area, the second room that they were unaware of completely. So far, every experience was new, and exciting. It had been so long since anything had made them feel exhilarated in this way.

     A whole flurry of stairs met them at the edge of the tunnel, spreading into a vast stone space. As Caspian lit the torch against a trough, the fire swelled, and illuminated their eyes, opening them. There were so many statues, so much history... Edmund wished that he had been there to see it before. It was glorious.

     And then in the middle of the room, drawing their attention without even trying, was the majestic lion. A portrait of Aslan, though primitive it seemed. For one reason or another, it held all of the grace of their leader, but little of its likeness.

The Pevensie's had a few, but nothing that they could be proud about. However, Edmund continued to stare at the one of Aramis, set near to Aslan.

     This one was much more detailed than the others. It captured his full body, to incorporate his regal dress-sense. The spirit was embarrassed by it, by all means, and refused to accept it as a token of gratitude. He wasn't human, and he wasn't God. This wasn't his place to be worshipped.

     However, the greatest feature of all, one which could never be forgotten in their lore, was the cracked stone table. It had been moved into the centre of the room. Though, nothing else had changed about it. It struck a chord with the Kings and Queens, and served as a reminder to what had been, and what would always be.

     Tentatively, Lucy approached the table with an outstretched hand. Her fingers caressed the edge of the stone: it was cold, and sharp. The others followed behind her, just as slowly. Maybe they were nervous too.

     "He must know what he's doing." Lucy whispered, softly.

  Susan looked to the statue, hoping for guidance. Peter, however, shook his head. He had given up, and knew what had to be done. "I think it's up to us now."

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