Worthy Of Love | Edmund Pevensie

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ACT THREE; SCENE THREE—
TELMARINES IN NARNIA

THE FIVE FOLLOWED closely behind Edmund, who took the lead as he was the one with the torch, without him or his source of light they wouldn't be able to see a thing. It appeared they were walking down some very old stairs, as each one was covered in a layer of dust and dirt— but that could just be from the attack.

There was only about twenty steps before Dolores and Lucy took a stop, their faces lighting up with amazement, and their eyes twinkling with excitement. The pair then took a sprint down the remaining staircase, attempting to keep up with the other three Pevensie's.

It was a sight to behold. Five chests were laid out in a semi-circle, each one with a statue of themselves, or their older selves at least, standing proud behind them, as if to be guarding what was inside. But the place held a familiarity— everyone could feel it, everyone knew what this place was, and everyone was more than happy to arrive back here. For this was in fact Cair Paravel after all.

"I can't believe it." Peter began, a smile of shock, yet contentment spread across his face. "It's all still here."

"Our old belongings..." Dolores whispered.

Lucy was the first to run over to her chest, she may be one of the wisest, yet she was still the youngest, and little things like these excited her.

Everyone else followed suit, heading over to their own. Dolores reached a hand out to run her fingers over the statue modelled of her— she couldn't believe that was her just over a year ago, or a couple hundred in this case.

They were all quick to open their cases, Lucy pulling out one of her favourite Narnian dresses. Narnian fashion was much more beautiful, and more modest than what they would find back in England. "I was so tall." Lucy said, holding the dress up to her body, which trailed across the floor considering she was now half the size.

"Well, you were older then." Susan replied, looking over at her younger sister with a smile.

"As opposed to hundreds of years later." Edmund added on, earning a chuckle out of everyone as Lucy placed the dress back in its box. "When you were younger."

Dolores giggled and nudged him, "you look so silly," she said, laughing at the look of him with a helmet (which was far too big for him) positioned on his head.

Edmund shrugged in reply and moved closer to her chest, taking a look at what was in her's, and if anything stood out. Dolores reached down and grabbed the locket Father Christmas had gifted her a few years back, the star shape immediately causing her mind to flood back to her mother.

She smiled to herself and put it around her neck, asking Edmund to do up the small latch. "It's so beautiful." He muttered, though loud enough for only Dolores to hear, "as are you."

She snickered and turned to face him— yet deep down she knew she loved his way of speaking with such a gentle manner. "Oh, please, you're always finding ways to compliment me."

"Can't help myself." He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

She turned her focus back to her chest, reaching down again, only this time she pulled out her bow and arrows. Just having them in her hand once more made her feel a surge of power, the adrenaline running through her veins at the thought of another battle. "My arrows."