Lost - Edmund Pevensie

Chapter Twenty-Nine

And just like that, with one step, he was back at the crowded train station.

Madelyn's necklace was still gripped in his hand tightly. Without another thought, he clasped it around his neck, letting it hang against his skin under his white button-down.

The train came to a slow stop right in front of them and the doors opened.

This wasn't the first time they came back to England after staying in Narnia, yet it still felt new.

Another boy around their age walked past them and onto the train.

"Aren't you coming, Phyllis?" He looked right at Susan, making the rest of the siblings glance at her. They didn't question it and grabbed their bags that were still sitting behind them and got onto the train.

"You don't think there's any way we can get back?" Edmund asked, going through his bag.

Susan and Lucy looked at him questioningly.

"Edmund, I'm sure Madelyn will be there when you get back," joked Peter.

"You know, I really did think that if anything happened between you and her, I'd be the first to notice," Lucy commented with a cheeky smile.

Edmund rolled his eyes at his siblings.

"It's not that. I've left my new torch in Narnia." They all laughed at him.

Although Edmund knew he'd just seen Madelyn, he couldn't help but wonder when he would see her again. It could be a day for him, but twenty years for her. Nobody knew what would happen.

***

A year had somehow had the power to change everything. Susan was accompanying their parents in America while Peter was being tutored by professor Digory Kirke.

Edmund and Lucy had somehow ended up in a less optimal place than their siblings. They had ended up in the home of their Aunt Alberta and Uncle Harold.

Edmund found himself absolutely miserable having to share a room with his cousin- the insufferable- Eustace Scrubb.

He would often catch himself dreaming of Narnia and more than that, Madelyn. When he saw her in his dreams, she often had a beautiful glow around her, and seeing her brought him peace. Her mellifluous voice sounded so real and so close yet at the same time, so far away. Madelyn represented everything that was good in his life.

Lucy had been lucky enough to get her own room in which Edmund spent most of the day whenever he was inside the house.

He also had started to long for his sword. He longed for the simplicity of how he could just go outside and practice his sword fighting. How when he practiced his sword fighting, everything else disappeared and it was all he thought about.

Maybe that was why he was standing in line to enlist in England's army while Lucy was out taking care of the groceries. As he stood there, the man behind the desk, looked at him skeptically.

"Are you sure you're 18?" The man raised an eyebrow at Edmund, but Edmund stood there confidently.

"Why? Do I look older?" Edmund had a very subtle smirk on his face.

The man looked back at the paper,

"Alberta Scrubb?" The man looked unamused.