Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud

Aramis Eleazer was different, and the whole of Narnia knew it. He was the last spirit, not only on land, but of the seven tribes that could ever interact with real beings ever again. And once he was gone, there would be no more.

Despite all of this experience, and all of his years, Aramis was still so ignorant to their battling ways. With every new wound that came to him, there was a scar leaving, healed and practically invisible. Although, there was very little he could do when it came to the real fighting. However, the lack of exposure was something he couldn't control, and would rather stayed far away from his sight altogether.

He wasn't given the chance to say farewell to Susan and Lucy as Caspian was already sending them off into the woods by the time he and Edmund had returned back to the tomb. With the accepted proposal, all that there was left to do was prepare Peter. Because he had expected that it might work, he was already in his armour- but Edmund tightened it for him.

As much as he was reluctant to admit his affection for anyone, never mind his brother, Edmund could hardly let him get hurt. If it weighed upon his conscience at all, he would feel as if the world were crushing him. They'd even kitted Aramis out with protective gear, beneath his tunics, so that he had something, as long as he needed it to keep himself safe.

As they reached the entrance of the tomb, they could hear the demeaning chants of the awaiting Narnian's. They walked onto the grassy area, not too far from the stone ruins in the centre.

Peter was the first to reveal himself into the sun, and feel the warmth spread throughout his body. It was nice, for a moment, and then uncomfortable as all eyes were on him- but it was where he thrived. That wasn't about to change.

     Edmund was only two steps behind him, and though it wasn't his time to shine, he was willing to step back if it meant Narnia could be safe. In fact, he might have even been glad it wasn't him in the firing line. He was skilled, of course, but he didn't have the innate bravery Peter came with.

     Aramis was further behind the both of them, and he couldn't bare the shouting, or the screaming that they used to rally them on. He hated the attention, and he was only there for support. This wasn't for him, and he didn't want to get used to it- but if it wasn't going stick, it wasn't something he wanted to be exposed to.

The noise of the Telmarines was just as louder, if not more so due to their numbers. Their King seemed to need the reassurance, but Peter didn't. He looked like he was more confident, and more focused than ever before. Aramis had bestowed his luck upon him, and he could have asked for nothing more.

Miraz stood on his side, raising the roars from his army. It prompted Peter to draw his sword from its sheath, leaving the leather coating with Edmund, who placed it to one side. Mirroring one another, they stepped up to the stone square they would battle upon, never stepping closer as they sized one another up.

They had never met before, and this was the only chance Peter would get to think things through a little further. There were so many strategies he could use, and each one needed a thorough plan. Whatever Miraz had to offer, he would have to be ten times stronger in every aspect, just to avoid whatever might happen afterwards.

"There is still time to surrender." Miraz taunted, arrogantly.

Peter just scoffed, and shook his head, making his body as wide as he could with his given weapons; his ceremonial sword and shield. "Well, feel free."