( 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 )
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
⸻ Cordelia Winterbourne's ordinary life with her mother was shattered by the onset of war, prompting Cordelia's mother to make a gut-wrenching decision by sending her daughter away for...
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Edmund, Caspian, and I gathered in the ship's meeting room. However, the brunette Pevensie chose to take a brief respite, seeking solace on the vessel's small balcony. He stood with his back against the wooden railing, arms resting along it, letting the sea breeze wash over him.
I stood beside him, leaning against the railings with my arms propped up, hands resting against my cheek, observing the mesmerizing dance of the waves below, their rhythmic movement beneath the ship's hull.
Meanwhile, Caspian took his seat at the table, where a map and three swords lay before him. It was a scene of navigation and strategy in the making. His focused expression showed he was deeply absorbed in charting our course and preparing for the journey ahead.
"We can't be certain the other lords even made it to Ramandu's Island," Caspian expressed doubt. "How do we know they weren't tempted?"
Beside me, Edmund sighed before stepping into the room, prompting me to turn around, my back resting against the wooden railings. I crossed my arms, listening intently to their conversation.
"Perhaps this is all part of the test," Ed suggested, continuing with his thoughts. "Remember what Coriakin said."
"'Seek the blue star, stay true to its course. Never yield and never falter,'" Ed quoted Coriakin's words, gesturing towards the table. "They were tempted and they faltered."
"And you two almost did too," I interjected, causing the two to glance in my direction.
A sudden knock echoed at the door, followed by Drinian's voice, "Your Majesties."
"Yes?" Caspian replied, and the door creaked open as Drinian entered, delivering the long-awaited news that we had finally reached Ramandu's Island.
𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆
As night fell over the island, darkness surrounded us, and we pressed on, guided only by the faint glow of Ed's torch. Its flickering light gave us just enough to see through the shadows.
The terrain felt eerie, wrapped in a deep blue haze, as we moved quietly through it. Ancient statues stood like silent guards in the night, while tall pine trees stretched long shadows across the ground.
Our path opened into a clearing, where a long table stood in the center, covered with fresh food. The glow of the feast against the dark night made the scene feel strange and mysterious, sparking our curiosity.
As the Minotaur moved toward the table, Drinian intervened, stopping him cautiously. At the far end of the table, a shadowy figure caught my attention in the darkness. I quickly nudged Ed's arm and gestured towards the spot. Reacting swiftly, he directed the beam of his torchlight toward the area.
