This Is Home 》Edmund Pevensie

Chapter 13

Later that evening I sat on my warm, soft bed writing a song in a little notepad I had found in one of my drawers. I hadn't quite completed the song yet, but it didn't take very long for lyrics to pop inside my brain.

It was about how Narnia will someday be safe and sound. To the warriors who will sacrifice their lives in the upcoming war. A tribute to all the families who will be sadden with grief when they're loved ones leave to fight for their country and not giving up when hope still lingers.

I smiled with pride as I completed the last lyric to my song. I quickly closed the notepad, shoving it under my pillow before strolling out of my tent. But I stopped in my tracks and became mesmerised by the sunset that layed before my eyes. The glow from the golden sphere painted by beautiful colors of pink, red and orange, the stars had now begun to emerge into the sky.

"You making your way down to dinner?" asked a gentle voice, behind me. I knew that voice.

A wide grin began to form onto my lips and the drumming in my heart began to beat faster than ever before. I quickly spun on my heel to meet those gorgeous, chocolate brown eyes. "I am." I answered, trying to restrain anxiety.

Edmund stepped beside me smirking as our arms twisted together like vines and we both skipped our way down to the feast, laughing like foolish little children.

Food were surplus in numbers, scatted along four long rables that we occupied by gleeful, laughing soldiers. The smell of the food took me to heaven, they smelt so, glorious. My eyes scanned the feast and noticed everyone in the camp had come to join. I imitated their smiles as Edmund and I walked further through the feast. Even in the most darkest times the joyful people did not have any sign of grief; Laughter erupted, smiles were brought upon faces. It wad hard to think that some of these soldiers wouldn't ever get to see another sunset again, or their families. But I would rather them die happy then die unhappy. Edmund and I continued to walked through the endless noise of gleeful voices, until we found the rest of the Pevensie's.

When the Pevensie's noticed our presence nearing they furrowed their eyes, suspiciously. My cheeks burnt bright red as I seated myself between to Edmund and Peter.

A few moments later the laughter and talking slowly faded into silence, as father appeared in front of the four tables, sitting on a platform with elegance and pride. Everyone rose from their seats and bowed their heads in respect. "Raise your glasses." Father ordered calmly. I picked up my glass and held it in front of me, and waited for my father to speak again.

But no words escaped his mouth. His eyes caught mine and motioned his head for me to join him by his side. I nodded and began walking forward. I could feel all eyes burning into my back as I trotted towards father. Once I finally stood beside my father he glanced at me with a serious look. I mean the look you get when you have to give a speech in front of a massive crowd. I turned around hesitantly, my hands began to shake and my heart began to pound against my chest. "Uh- I- Umm, Uh," I stuttered. It was very difficult to give a speech when you have to improvise! All attention is on you and it would be such an embarrassment If I made a fool of myself. I turned to my father with a pleading look but he just stared at me emotionless.

"Do not be afraid." father's voice echoed in my mind.

I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath. I could finally feel every muscle in my body began to relax and as I reopened my eyes, my mouth began to babble. "Tonight, we celebrate and acknowledge those who will fight courageously in battle. The people who will give their blood to defend this country. We have a power- a power greater than the Witch does. Love. The Witch does not have the power to stop this feeling. Look around you- you are surrounded by devoted people, who love and care for one another and are willing to die for our country," I spoke wisely. "TO FIGHT FOR FREEDOM!" I shouted.