This Is Home 》Edmund Pevensie

Chapter 7

Surely I believed in St Nicholas, but this can't be real!? Father Christmas was standing right in front of my niave eyes. A wide smile grew on my pink lips.

"Merry Christmas Sir." Lucy spoke joyfully.

"It certainly is Lucy, since you've arrived." he replied.

"Look I've been through a lot since I got here, but this-" Susan spoke but suddenly interrupted by Peter.

"We thought you were the Witch."

"Yes, sorry about that. But in my defence I've been driving one of these, longer than the Witch." replied Father Christmas.

"But I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia." said I, remembering what Mr Tumnus had told me, which now seemed a far too long ago.

"Not, for a long time," Father Christmas referred, glumly. "The hope that you have brought your Majesty's, is finally starting to weaken the Witches power," I smiled at the others and Lucy grinned back. "Still I dare say, you could do with these." he turned around to his sleigh, grabbing his massive bag full of presents and dropped it on the ground.

"Presents!" Lucy jumped, delightedly. He scavenged through his bag then pulling out a glass bottle with liquid inside and a dagger.

Father Christmas knelt down to Lucy, holding the liquid to her face."The juice of the fire-flower, one drop will cure any injury. And I hope you'll never have to use it." he said, giving her a small dagger that had a gold lion on the pommel. I was pretty impressed.

"Thank you Sir! I think I can be brave enough." said Lucy.

"I am sure you could, but battles are ugly affairs," Father Christmas smiled back at Lucy, then rummaged through his bag again and pulled out a quiver full of arrows and a bow. The quiver was white and had beautiful carvings on the top, the bow was a light brown, with red ribbon  wrapped around for the grip. "Susan, trust in this bow and it will not easily miss."

"What happened to battles are ugly affairs?" asked Susan. Father Christmas chuckled, giving Susan a beautifully carved white horn.

"You don't seem to have a problem of making yourself heard. Blow on this and wherever you are, help will come." said Father Christmas.
"Peter, the time to use these may be near at hand," Father Christmas explained, giving him a sword and a shield. The sword had a red grip and it had the same gold lion Lucy had on the pommel of her dagger. The shield was made of silver that reflected brightly against the sun. Peter slowly drew his sword from its sheath and admired it in awe.

"Thank you Sir." he said, putting his sword back in his sheath.

"And finally Amelia. I have seen you wield a sword and the bow and arrow, and dare I say, you handle them well." he praised, making me blush, "And I think they will serve you well in the future." he handed me the same quiver, bow and arrows as Susan. Also the same matching sword and shield as Peter's. But my bow and blade were slightly different to Susan and Peter's. My bow was white and had vine engravings on it, while my sword was slightly thinner and shorter. I gazed at my weapons gobsmacked. It was mine? I was speechless.

"They're beautiful," I breathed. "Thank you so much Sir." I blessed with a toothy smile. I ran my fingers down the long bow and felt the engravings, they were of ivy and leaves.

"These are tools not toys. Bear them well and wisely. Now, I must be off. Winter is almost over and things do pile up, when you've been gone a hundred years," smiled Father Christmas, throwing his enormous bag back into his sleigh. "Long live Alsan and Merry Christmas!" and with that, he was on his way, the sound of bells rang through my ears as Father Christmas rode off into the distance. We all bided our farewells, until we couldn't we see the sleigh now more.