Worthy Of Love | Edmund Pevensie

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ACT ONE; SCENE TEN —
BEARING GIFTS

THERE HE STOOD the only man that could ever make Christmas day feel like Christmas day, Father Christmas, without him the day would be pointless to most children. The one person who could make a child's eyes light up just by the mention of his name, the one person who was worthy enough to bring that angel of a smile that all children seek until they see him in all his glory. Whether that happens to be the actual Father Christmas himself, which in most cases it is not, or if it's actually just some random man dressed up to bring spirit to the children, it doesn't matter, he is the only one capable of making everyone feel a sense of euphoria, deny it if you wish, although we all know it's more than true.

Everyone — with the exception of the Beaver's, just stood. Stood with their mouths wide open in disbelief as their eyes twinkled feeling honoured to meet the man himself considering this most definitely must be a once in a lifetime opportunity for the four. With seeing the children so silenced and fascinated he chuckled to himself as he placed his hands on his hips to show just how important he actually is.

Lucy stepped forwards in hopes to grow closer to him, she was by far the one with the widest smile as she was the youngest and was in her peak age of believing in Santa, "Merry Christmas, Sir." she smiled.

"It certainly is Lucy." he nodded, "Since you have arrived."

Upon hearing this Susan sighed and turned to face the two people she had thought would be most logical to a situation like this, "Look, I have put up with a lot since I got here, but this . . . "

She was soon cut short by Dolores silencing her and stepping forwards to fall by Lucy's side, "We thought you were the Witch." she explained.

"Yes, yes." the man replied, "I'm sorry about that but uh, in my defence, I have been driving one of these longer than the Witch."

Susan thought to herself for a moment before raising an eyebrow confused, and walking forwards to join her siblings and Dolores, "I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia?" she asked, although the question seemed almost rhetorical.

"No." Father Christmas began, feeling rather sad about the fact that Narnia had been locked away from Christmas for far more than a hundred years, "For a long time, but the hope that you have brought your Majesties, is finally starting to weaken the Witches power." After he said this Dolores smiled to herself as she squeezed the youngest Pevensie's hand knowing there was hope, it seemed as though the Beaver's had the exact same thought considering they were huddled together in a hug and smiling at all that was happening, "Still, I dare say you could do with these."

And with that the four furrowed their eyebrows wondering why he suddenly turned around and began digging through his sleigh, that was until Lucy gasped and began to feel all giddy once again, "Presents!" she squealed, stepping forwards as Father Christmas chuckled and pulled out a huge sack from the back of his sleigh.

He pulled something out of the bag before turning towards the youngest Pevensie, crouching down to her height as he displayed some sort of cordial in his hand, "The juice of the fire-flower. One drop, will cure any injury." he explained, as Lucy pulled the bottle into her own hands inspecting it, "And though I hope you never have to use it." He then handed the girl a small dagger as Lucy smiled to herself, as did Dolores.

"Thank you, sir. But . . . I think I could be brave enough." she replied seeming as though she was questioning her own abilities.