Travel through Time (Edmund Pevensie)

Chapter 12

It's been a while... haha. Sorry about that. Here we go: the dreaded last chapter XD. I apologize for spelling and grammar. iPod typed at 12 midnight. Woohoo.

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I walked through my favourite corridor of Miraz's castle. The walls were covered in beautiful tapestries, some depicting great events in Narnian history (despite the thought that Narnians were myths.)

I smiled, breathing in the air as I walked onto a balcony overlooking the land. Narnia stretched on, rolling like the sea that was hidden behind fields and mountains.

I loved my country. It was the most stunning place I'd ever been or ever would be.

"Child." I turned my head, bowing slightly as Aslan came up to stand beside me.

"I have to go home, don't I?"

"Yes. Caspian's time has come, and I'm sorry to say that you will not see much of his reign."

"Much? You mean I'll see some?" He smiled.

"Just enough. I know you're fond of him, but you can't stay and watch him grow up even more." I grinned. Caspian was older than me.

"I guess not. I know my country is in good hands, but I'll miss it. The people, the views, the smel- ooh! The food...everything." I felt a paw on my shoulder.

"Narnia is where you are most happy. Where you are comfortable to show your real traits; where you learn. Where you discover things around you and about yourself. Narnia is you, and you are it." My eyes watered.

"Yes," I whispered, "I am Narnia."

"Then you'll understand how fortunate and unfortunate you have been to come here so many times." I nodded.

"I'm attached. I have a deep connection to this land that cannot be severed by dimensions or time. I am one with Narnia...but I...I have to leave it."

"Never forget what you have learned. Never forget the connections that you have made."

"Never, Aslan," I vowed, "never."

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We gathered around the tree. I knew it was time. Sandra, Darrell, and I all exchanged glances. I could feel time catching up with us. When we left, we wouldn't be going with the Pevensies.

I was only focused on holding in my tears, so I didn't really catch too much of what Aslan said. I saw people walking through the tree, and I knew it was soon time.

"We're not coming back," Peter said, and I thought I was going to burst into tears just by gazing at Lucy's heartbroken expression.

"Have they done something wrong?" She asked Aslan, and he reassured her that they had learned all they could from Narnia, and nothing more was left. There was no reason for them to return.