The White Witch's Son | Casmund

7

The war was drawing close; Edmund could feel it. Aslan's army lined the mountainside, little red dots in the distance as his mother's army approached. Edmund wondered what the outcome of this battle would be. Will his mother die today at the boy's or Aslan's hands, or shall Aslan's control on this world end and his mother's eternal winter return? Edmund knew the prophecy better than he knew his magic, a bedtime story told to him night after night by his mother until he'd learn to recite it word for word.

Wrong will be right when Aslan comes into sight,

At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,

When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,

And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.

When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone,

Sits at Cair Paravel in throne,

The evil time will be over and done.

But what those who didn't know, his mother always added in her own part: a warning to the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve who ever dare set foot in Narnia again, a warning that no matter the outcome of this battle, his mother will return.

But the threat still lingers, and those who assist,

Shall bring back the time of the Witch.

For Adam's flesh and Adam's bone,

Stolen from a world so long ago.

Evil will ensue, and magic shall be strong,

For only the witch or the child,

Narnia shall belong.

His mother spent years fearing the prophecy. He knew she had plans upon plans on how to return to this world should she die. Edmund was only one of them. He knew her followers would jump at the chance to prove themselves to his mother should she learn of Edmund's betrayal and decide he was no longer worthy of his life.

Edmund walked beside his mother as she rode into battle in a chariot attached to two loyal polar bears. The minotaur led the charge, roaring loudly at the sight of his enemies before motioning for their army to charge forward. His mother stopped her chariot beside the minotaur, and Edmund stopped just behind her.

"Edmund," His mother said in a low voice. "Shall you betray me or fail me? I hope you understand that death will come for you."

"I will fight for you, my beloved mother and queen. I will lay down my life so your reign continues. We will show these traitors what happens when they believe in Aslan and little screaming children to protect them," Edmund said. His eyes scanned the crowd of Aslan's army and saw the oldest child, Peter, on a unicorn with centaurs beside him. There was no sign of Aslan or the little girl; maybe Aslan did follow his last piece of advice; it didn't matter; it was the last thing Edmund could do for them. Now, for his life's sake, he would fight for his mother.

The boy drew his sword and held it out before him. His army cheered at the 'heroic' action. Edmund scoffed; this child knew nothing about war and fighting. He should've saved himself when he had the chance and returned to the world he'd come from with the other girl.

"I have no interest in prisoners. Kill them all," his mother said. Edmund nodded. He heard their army draw their swords, cheering as they charged past them, heading straight for their enemies.