Even a traitor may mend || The chronicles of narnia

Back home

- Doing a time skip to when they're back in England or I'll never get this book finished! -

"I -" Edmund stopped talking and swallowed hard. "We're actually back." He whispered eventually as he and Peter wandered through the corridors of the professors house, heading for their room with rather sad looks on their faces.

"I know." Peter murmered, keeping his eyes on the ground. "It still doesn't quite feel real, does it?" 

Edmund sighed and slowly shook his head. "No," He breathed. "It really doesn't."
"But-" Peter took a deep breath. "The professor said he's sure we'll go back."

Edmund blinked back his tears. "When though?" He whispered, voice choked and still trying to get used to having the emotions of a twelve year old again.

Peter sighed. "One day." Was all he said as they finally reached their room.

"One day soon I hope." Edmund added as he sat down slowly on his bed, still trying to process what had happened, and the fact that not even two hours ago they were in Narnia, and now they were back in England.

"I hope so too." Peter agreed as he sat beside his brother, an almost distant look on his face, like his thoughts were far away from the present, and if Edmund knew him, they probably were.

Edmund sighed after a moment and glanced down at his bland English clothes, the brown jumper causing him to frown before it all registered with him. "I - I'm going to change." He whispered, his voice choked.

Peter snapped out of his thoughts and blinked at his brother. "Why?" He asked. "It's not bedtime yet, Ed we haven't even had tea."

"I - I know." Edmund mumbled. "It's just... these clothes... the memories that go with them. I can't-"

Peter finally caught on to what Edmund meant and slowly nodded his head, placing a hand on his little brothers shoulders, and he really was little now. "You go change." He said with a nod. "I'll wait here."

Edmund gave his brother a grateful smile before grabbing a change of clothes and heading for the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a quiet sigh. He leant against the door for a minute or two, before pushing himself away and slipping his jumper and shirt over his head, dumping them on the floor at his feet with a shudder. 

He shuddered again when the pale scar on his stomach reflected in the mirror in front of him, causing him to swallow thickly. Over the last few years in Narnia he'd managed to pretty much ignore it, for the past perhaps seven years it hadn't really bothered him that much, but now that he was twelve, a child again, it was bothering him a lot more than he would've liked. 

He'd never really gotten over what the witch had done to him, not even when he was twenty years old, his time with her was always somewhere in the back of his mind, whether it showed its face or not. 

Being twelve again had just made him remember everything again, seeing the clothes he was wearing, seeing the scar, being the same age again, it had just triggered something inside him.

Edmund quickly wiped away a tear that had managed to roll down his cheek, frowning and sighing at the fact that he was gonna have to get used to being this young again, having all these emotions again, which he had managed to totally get rid of in his last years in Narnia.