Miracle {Edmund X Reader}

VIII

-Y/N-

I hated the silence.

It pounded through my skull, intruding on my thoughts, my head, my mind. It was in its transparency that it shone. It was in the lack of it that made it appear. It was nothing and everything all at once.

And it clouded around me right now.

Was I dead?

That was the first thought that came up in my mind.

But then why did it hurt so much.

Death should be painless, it should be soundless, it should be.... nothingness.

At least that was what I was taught. But maybe death was what I was feeling right now. A dark, empty void, filled with hurt.

My head hurt, my arms hurt, my legs hurt, my body hurt.

Yet I was numb. I couldn't feel my head, my arms, my legs, or my body. I just knew they hurt.

I lay in this puddle of ink for I don't know how long. It seemed like minutes, but for all I knew it had become hours. I slipped in and out of my consciousness, returning to the black void every time. But the more I went in and out, the longer I stayed asleep.

I think I quite liked it that way.

I liked falling asleep as opposed to being awake.

I hoped the next time I fell out, I stayed that way.

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Bright light seared through my eyelids. I barely had time to register the air filling back in my lungs. I fluttered my eyes trying to get a sense of my surroundings. The first thing I felt was an ache in my chest. It burned warmly, then quickly died down.

Then I felt arms holding me up, pulling me closer to something.

"Y/N."

I heard my name being muttered.

I knew that voice.

Edmund.

"Ed?" I managed to mumble.

"Y/N!" He responded with enthusiasm. I completely opened my eyes now. It seemed we were near a river. It bubbled near us. I was on the ground, half sitting, half held up by Edmund in his arms.

"The war?" I asked.

"We won." He smiled. I looked at his face. I missed his dark brown eyes. I missed his soft hair. I missed the sprinkle of freckles across his cheeks. I missed his crooked smile.

I missed him.

"Ahem." I heard another voice, gruff this time. Edmund and I looked to see Aslan standing above us. I looked closer now at my surroundings. Peter, Susan, Caspian and Lucy were a few feet away, kneeling down on one knee in front of Aslan.

I used a bit of Edmund's help to stand, then I myself kneeled beside Edmund, facing Aslan. It was an honor to simply be in front of him.

"Rise, kings and queens of Narnia." Aslan told us. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy arose. I stayed kneeling, as did Caspian. "All of you." Aslan added. 

"I do not think I am ready." Caspian muttered, keeping his head down.

"It's for that very reason I know that you are." Aslan assured him. But I stayed where I was. I was nowhere near royalty.

"You too Y/N. You're more than a Queen... you're the Miracle." He stated. I looked up at him, slowly standing. Aslan smiled.

"You have all proved yourselves worthy. You have saved the Narnians, bringing back our culture and heritage to the homeland. I hope for the future, Telmarines and Narnians can live in peace, thanks to you heroes." Aslan announced. "You may go back to the castle and reclaim your throne, as well as get some well-deserved rest."