𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦 || Edmund Pevensie

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"In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity."
- Albert Einstein

Narnia, 1000

The river was not so frozen. The waterfall and its left were still preserved, but it was defrosting. When the group of six saw that the river was in that state, Peter was quick with his thinking and made a statement.

"We need to cross the river. Now."

"Don't beavers make Dams?" Lucy asked the two beasts.

"I'm not that fast, dear."

"Come on!" Peter rushed them. He grabbed his little sister's hand, and they were about to go down to meet with the first margin of the river when the other Pevensie interrupted.

"Wait! Will you think about this for a minute?"

"We don't have a minute." Peter shot back. Olivia saw that he was losing his patience but had been trying to keep it together on the journey. Susan wasn't perhaps made for Narnia; she was too logical, too realistic to understand its concept.

"I'm just trying to be realistic." Susan murmured.

"No. You're trying to be smart, as usual." Peter replied to his sister. The sound of howling from the wolves in the back cut the discussion off.

They got down the small hill and to the first margin of the river. The ice was creaking, and it made them panic slightly. It was unstable, and when Peter tried stepping on it, he created a small crack in the ice.

"Wait. Maybe I should go first." Mr Beaver suggested.

"Maybe you should." Peter gulped.

"I'll be right behind you." Olivia told the animal.

Mr Beaver and Olivia tiptoed their way on the ice, leaving small cracks behind as they checked the path for stability.

"You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?" Mrs Beaver observed.

"Well, you never know which meal's going to be your last." Mr Beaver replied to his wife. "Especially with your cooking." He murmured, making Olivia laugh.

Soon enough, Mrs Beaver and the siblings quickly followed, leaving big ice cracks and some yelping from Lucy.

"If mum knew what we were doing—" Susan began, but Peter promptly cut her off again.

"Mum's not here."

"Oh no!" Lucy yelled, interrupting Peter and Susan's conversation once again.

On top of the waterfall were the wolves, running to the other margin of the river. Peter observed that they would best him, his siblings, and Mrs Beaver if they didn't rush.

"Run!" The eldest yelled, and the others weren't hesitant to obey. Mr Beaver and Olivia managed to get to the other side in time, but the others weren't so lucky.

The wolves trapped the group in the river, and Mr Beaver tried to defend himself, and Olivia pulled out her new spear.

"Get off him!" Olivia yelled as one of the wolves jumped on Mr Beaver's neck. She used her spear to poke the wolf away aggressively, but she wasn't courageous enough to kill one of the animals yet.

Mr Beaver and Olivia faced one wolf, and Maugrim, the leader, headed towards the inside of the river when Peter unsheathed his sword.

"Put that down, boy. Someone could get hurt." Maugrim chuckled, his deep voice erupting in Peter's nervous ears.

"Don't worry about me! Run him through!" Mr Beaver yelled, and the wolf attacked him again, but Olivia managed to defend him in time.

"Leave now while you can, and your brother leaves with you." Maugrim offered. With each step he took closer, the children took a step back.

"Stop, Peter! Maybe we should listen to him!" Susan countered, making the wolf chuckle once again.

"Smart girl."

"Don't listen to him!" Olivia yelled, making her guard drop, and the wolf attacked her. She yelped in surprise.

"Kill him! Kill him now!" Mr Beaver yelled, pushing the wolf off Olivia.

"Oh, come on. This isn't your war. All my queen wants is for you to take your family and go."

"Look, just because some man in a red coat hands you a sword doesn't make you a hero! Just drop it! " Susan screamed at her brother.

"Susan, I'm sorry, but please shut up!" Olivia yelled back in difficulty as another wolf came into the fight.

"No, Peter! Narnia needs you!" Mr Beaver screamed desperately. "Gut him while you still have a chance!"

All Peter wanted at the moment was for everybody to shut up. He needed to think for the time to pause and analyse the situation. Could he trust the words of this wolf? Was he willing to take that risk? His hand was shaky on the blade, his mind yelling different things. The idea of killing was so surreal to him. He couldn't take the life off this animal.

"What's it gonna be, Son of Adam? I won't wait forever." The wolf pressed, making a little drop of sweat run down Peter's forehead. "And neither will the river."

Lucy looked to her side, watching as the waterfall was dismantling. "Peter!" She screamed for her brother, making him look to the side and watch the water start to splash.

Peter looked to his sides, searching for an idea, a clue, an answer, something. But it popped into his head. "Hold onto me!" He yelled at his sisters and Mrs Beaver. He craved his sword on the ice just seconds before the waterfall fell on them.

Their block of ice emerged victorious, the children gasping for air. Mr Beaver and Olivia threw the two wolves into the water and managed to escape the splash. When Mr Beaver saw the children emerging, he jumped on the water with his wife to help them get to the side. Olivia rushed to them, allowing the children to get to the margin of the river and away from the ice, she being the only dry one.

But something was wrong. Where was Lucy? Peter looked at his hand, where he held Lucy's coat, but no Lucy in it.

"What have you done?" Susan screamed at her brother, then desperately yelled her sister's name.

They all started to panic, but it was broken by the shivering voice of Lucy on their left side: "Has anyone seen my coat? " She asked, and Peter placed her jacket around her.

"Don't worry, dear. Your brother's got you well looked after."

"And I don't think you'll be needing those coats anymore." Mrs Beaver added, looking at the sight ahead, the number of cherry blossoms on the path and the snow fading.

Looking happily at the flowers blooming, they reached an open space where a fallen branch practically called them. The group decided to leave the coats thereafter, Olivia calmed them about "losing the coats" and told them that her grandfather wouldn't mind.

And soon enough, they all found themselves in Aslan's camp.