Worthy Of Love | Edmund Pevensie

four

ACT THREE; SCENE FOUR—
NOTHING BUT DANGER

THE GROUP OF SIX had begun their journey to wherever the dwarf, who they now know as Trumpkin, was leading them. But as Dolores looked around, taking in every tree, every ray of light, every single detail, nothing seemed as it was before they had left.

Everything was now so... abnormal? Lifeless? This place had changed in ways not even mere words could describe.

It was almost sickening. Sickening to see the place they had once referred to as their home, change into something completely out of the ordinary, as if this place was not their home at all, but instead something far different. A place they no longer knew. A world they were no longer apart of.

This had Dolores thinking, and she was sure the others had the same thought growing bigger in their minds, was Narnia still their home?

For that was something she was no longer certain of. That was a question she never in a million years thought she would be asking herself. And yet, here she was, thinking the impossible.

"They're so still." Lucy whispered, snapping the girl out of her thoughts, which she was very grateful for. Dolores knew what she was talking about, she was referring to the trees. They stood tall, yet seemed almost dead. Waiting for the day to awake again.

Trumpkin looked at the younger, his expression unreadable. His gaze then flickered between the branches and the leaves, before settling back onto Lucy. "They're trees," he said casually. "What do you expect?"

Dolores and Edmund shared a look, as the pair were sat next to each other. They knew that the dwarf was one grumpy man, yet he sure did know how to suck the hope out of things. Lucy sighed, "They used to dance."

"It wasn't long after you left that the Telmarines invaded." He said, his voice deep, but hiding something such as sadness behind it. He turned away, moving his eyes off the young girl and back to the trees. "Those who survived retreated to the woods. And the trees, they retreated so deep into themselves that they haven't been heard from since."

Dolores leaned forwards, her face now showing the hurt she was feeling deep down. Her heart ached so much, but she knew she had to be strong if she wanted this place back to how it was before. "I don't understand. How could Aslan have let this happen?" She asked, her voice cracking slightly.

"Aslan?" Trumpkin repeated, "thought he abandoned us when you lot did."

As the dwarf shifted his gaze away, a heavy silence fell upon the group, and everyone's eyes filled with a tinge of sorrow. It wasn't their intention to abandon Narnia; circumstances had simply led them down a different path.

However, in that moment, they came to a profound realization. Their choices, however unintentional, had lasting effects. Even though they had to bid farewell to Narnia more than a year ago, the weight of their departure now weighed heavily upon their hearts.

"We didn't mean to leave, you know..." Peter replied, turning his head slightly to face the others, as he was currently occupied by rowing the boat.

Trumpkin kept his gaze on the wooden ground, but his face was staring right at the five, "makes no difference now, does it?"

"Get us to the Narnian's." Peter ordered, his tone hardening slightly. "And it will."