Worthy Of Love | Edmund Pevensie

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ACT TWO; SCENE THIRTEEN —
SURVIVAL

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IT WAS NOT EVEN half way into the day and war had already been declared—though they knew that a few months back, only now it was actually happening, right here, right now. It's quite peculiar when you take a look at the whole situation, thinking of how many people, or creatures, will lose their lives in a battle caused by a man who did not get his own way, but that's selfishness for you. Not even time itself can turn back to when things were at peace, when Narnia was at peace, oh how Dolores longed for those days.

War was stupid, and most certainly not set up for reasons as silly as this one, but that's what happens when a King does not get what he wants. Revenge. Or more so a challenge, something drastic to show the opponents that you should not 'mess with them,' something to show their status, their power—quite literally anything you could ever think of to show off why they are 'greater' and more 'superior' than others.

The Kings and Queens of Narnia were already in position, it didn't take them long to gather their troops and form their armies, ready to defend their country and defeat their enemies. Dolores was up on a hill with Edmund, Peter was quite far ahead of them, on the front line as expected, and Susan and Lucy were scattered amongst the Narnian's, preparing them for attack.

"Are you ready, Edmund?" Dolores asked, turning her head slightly to be faced with the boy she loves so dearly. He replied with a simple nod, not daring to meet her gaze. "Why won't you look at me?"

He was silent for a moment, doing nothing but staring out at Astrvil's army as he attempted to come up with some sort of tactic. But then he stopped, sighing heavily as he realised how much his silence affected Dolores. "Because I fear that if I look at you it may be the last time." He spoke honestly, finally turning his head, only to see a distressed girl who appeared to look more scared than ready.

She furrowed her eyebrows together and leant forwards to place a hand on his shoulder. "Edmund, don't be silly." She whispered, her voice barely audible. "Of course it won't be the last time, I promise I will not die, or at least try not to."

"What happened to not making promises you can't keep?" He asked, a small groan escaping his lips. "We never know what could happen, Lo. But whatever does, I'll never stop loving you, ever. Now that is one promise I am sure to keep."

"Me too... you'll always be in my heart, Edmund Pevensie, I'll make sure of that." She chuckled, pulling him into a tight hug. "And I mean always."

In the midst of the impending battle, Dolores found herself overcome with a surge of emotions. Uncertainty loomed in the air, as she wrapped her arms tightly around Edmund, seeking solace and strength.

The weight of the unknown hung heavy on their hearts, but in that moment, their love and support for one another shone through. Dolores' embrace served as a reminder of the bond they shared, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. With their intertwined embrace, they braced themselves for what lay ahead, facing the uncertainty together, united in their love and determination.

As Dolores reluctantly pulled away from the tight embrace, a sense of bittersweetness filled the air. It was as if that small action symbolized her momentarily letting go of hope.

The warmth and reassurance that the hug provided seemed to fade, leaving behind a lingering feeling of uncertainty. Yet, even in that moment, Dolores knew that she had to face the reality of the impending battle. It was a heartbreaking but necessary step, preparing herself mentally for whatever outcome awaited them.