Worthy Of Love | Edmund Pevensie

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ACT THREE; SCENE SEVEN—
THE STONE TABLE

NO ONE seemed to notice the Kings and Queens of old— no one except those who already knew about their arrival, Caspian, Trumpkin, etc. Everyone who was already following them basically. Those who were around, excluding the Pevensie's, Dolores, and the others mentioned prior, were all too focused on whatever tasks they had been assigned.

Dolores didn't understand what was happening at first, after all, this was the first time she had set foot in this rather peculiar cave. Yet, after a moment of pondering, she caught on quickly onto what the other Narnian's were working on. Creating weapons.

Only that meant another war was brewing— and she couldn't possibly think that was a good sign, nor a decent reason as to why she was back in Narnia. But, nevertheless, she would fight for her Kingdom anyways, no matter the cost.

The group took a stop in the middle of the cave, all that could be heard were the grunts and groans of their fellow Narnian's, as well as metal clashing against more metal. "It may not be what you are used to, but it's defensible." Caspian explained, watching each Ruler look around in amazement.

Without realising, Susan and Lucy had slipped away from the others and had made her way into another walkway of the cave. "Peter," the eldest female called out, "you may want to see this."

Dolores and Edmund shared a look of confusion, before raising their eyebrows and shrugging. They both followed Peter's lead, who was walking ahead of everyone with a large torch, which was actually just a piece of wood with a small fire lighting the way.

As she walked, Dolores admired the cave and how each wall held its own memory. There were pictures engraved into the stone, many, many pictures in fact, each one telling its own story. Each one holding a sense of familiarity to the girl.

Her hand followed her feet, brushing her fingers over each imagine, her eyes meeting with Edmund's as a small smile crept its way across her face. "It's us." She pointed out, her gaze focused on one picture in particular.

It was a photo, more of an engraved image actually, of herself, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy at their coronation.

They looked so young— they were young, yet being in Narnia for many years made them feel far older than what that image actually was. In fact, in reality they were only a year or two older than their actual age in said photo. It felt so... unreal.

"What is this place?" Lucy asked, looking over at Caspian.

"You don't know?" He replied almost instantly, his expression being one of amusement.

The Kings and Queens stared at him in confusion, as if awaiting his answer to Lucy's question. But he just grabbed another torch and began leading them all to someplace else.

But as the Pevensie's moved to follow him, behind them displayed an image of Mr Tumnus with his umbrella. The very first day young Lucy Pevensie had saw him— the day she would forever long to go back to. Thanks to Dolores, she was covering it with her body to ensure Lucy wouldn't see it, or she would most likely be in tears for the rest of the day.

Along the way, Dolores ended up walking beside Edmund again, as always. But she soon stopped in her tracks, her mouth opening slightly, causing the boy to look over at her with a raised eyebrow. "What is it, Lo?" He asked softly.