Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Don't Bring Me Down

The rocky terrain of the island wasn't something that Aramis could say he was used to. His robes were far too long, and caught often on the jagged edges they passed by. It was embarrassing being last in a small group, and even more so when Edmund held back to help him. There was far too much guilt associated with trekking that the spirit was not prepared for. 

It would have been much more practical for Aramis to stay behind and gather food with the men. He would have been at ease doing that. However, after the experience on Coriakin's Island, Edmund wasn't willing to let the spirit out of his sight.

Really, it was a lovely gesture, and it did make Aramis feel very loved. Only, it wasn't practical for them. He was the black sheep, and he was letting them down.

"Look," Caspian directed their gaze down to a cavern at the top of one of the cliffs. There was a rope tied to a boulder, cascading down as the only way to access it. "We're not the first ones on this island."

Edmund raised an eyebrow as he attempted to look down. "The Lords?"

  "Could be." The King sighed, pondering for a moment.

     He picked up one of the smaller surrounding rocks, and threw it down into the hole without much concern for what may be down there. It was in hope that they might be able to see how far down the next level of ground was. They learned nothing new.

     Caspian hummed. "What do you think could be down there?"

  Edmund just shrugged, not having weighed up any of his possibilities. "Let's find out."

     They decided it would be best if they took it in turns abseiling down, and that Edmund would be the first, since it was his idea. It was a rough journey, and it made Aramis nervous to watch his love leave into what could be a certain doom. However, when they called down, he was alright, and he could breath again.

     They sent the spirit down next. He was the least agile of all the rest of them, and needed support from both ends to make it down safely. The rocks were jagged, and stuck out in awkward places. Aramis was slightly frightened he would impale himself, but he could hear Edmund's voice from the ground, calming him, soothing him. He truly was a lucky person.

When his feet hit the ground, it was a relief, and Edmund wrapped his arms around him, just for good measure. There was nothing better than being close to him, and it felt like a crime not being able to relish the moment.

Caspian came down next, and Lucy finally joining them, but by then Edmund had already decided to start exploring. He didn't go far so that Aramis could see him whilst holding onto the rope. The freckled King was truly enamoured by the very appearance of the cavern, and it was something he wanted to take in properly.

There was a pool not too far away, which enticed Edmund enough for him to stop at it. When the others were there, Aramis followed him over, just so that he could see what the King did.

Caspian peered over their shoulders, curiously, in the same way that they did. "What's that?"

"I don't know." Edmund ran his eyes over the water, searching for the thing that his friend was wondering about. "Looks like some sort of gold statue."

     The Pevensie boy broke off one of the roots from the stone walls, and used it to poke at the statue they had found. However, as soon as it touched the water, gold started to spread rapidly up the wood. He yelped in fright as it climbed towards his hands, where he dropped it, and let it fall back into the pool. The action took them all by surprise, and it wasn't exactly what they were expecting.