This Is Home 》Edmund Pevensie

Chapter 16

The song dedicated to this chapter is 'This is war' by 30 Seconds To Mars. Also 'Keep holding on' by Avril Lavigne.

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I never did get to say farwell to Edmund, but when I attempted to do so we were both segregated. And I never even got to say goodbye to my father, what would happen if one of us would be segregated for good.
Although Susan and Lucy were safe (according to the message past through the spirit dryads) they were still absent and it worried me about there safety.

I disintegrated from introspected and focused my eyes beyond Beruna, where the Great War was situated. Hardly any word had slipped from anyones lips since we departed the camp and it felt rather uncomfortable.

The dauntless troops dispersed over stone hillsides with weapons firmly, prepared to defend the good. Meanwhile, Orieus, Peter and I were disposed on a high rock waiting for the Gryphon to return with the numbers of our opponents.

The sun had peaked to the point began sweat cascaded under the hefty armour I was obligated to wear my and it was after what had seemed like an eternity, eager for a warm bath that the Gyrphon returned soaring back and he steadily landed beside me, "They come your majesty's, with number and weapons much greater than our own." puffed the Gryphon. Recieving the message made me scrunch my nose anxiously.

"Numbers do not win a battle." Orieus stated, reassuringly. Orieus did have a rather intelligent point and it would surely be kept in mind for the long run. Quality not quantity.

"No, but I bet they help." Peter doubted.

Father if you can hear me, I love you. Please forgive me.

Slowly in the far distance a dark, colossal minotaur advanced emerged above a hillside, a horrible bellow booming across sward. The wicked Witch, Jadis appeared; being pulled by a large silver chariot, guided by a pair of enormous polar bears. I observed her with hateful eyes: she wore a gold headpiece and my fathers golden fur deluging down her chest. That Snow Cone had great nerve wearing the fur that belonged to my father! My blood seethed with fury ready to burst and I hyperventilate while my nostrils flared. The sound of silver grinding against my gauntlet helped restrain myself from the screams that were vigorously thundering inside me. While burning sensations chewed at my throat I realised that I needed to suppress my wrathful emotions. Regulating my breaths instantly relaxed my spirit and the tension that overwhelmed my muscles.

Behind Snow Cone marched her brainwashed infantry, the numbers of soldiery overpowered ours by thousands.

I turned to Peter who also followed my gaze and nodded at me as if gesturing he was ready; I mimicked with a reassuring smile. Peter and I simultaneously unsheathed our swords, stretching it out in front of us with our right arm, steadily. A loud horn rang shortly after and deafening cries and howls pierced my ears. At that moment, powerful thumps and bawls sounded from the Witch's army as they came charging towards our territory. My body stirred on my horse as my stomach flooded with anxiety. Peter threw down his sword by his side signalling the all the large mythical birds to fly ahead and release boulders onto the enemy, which they fulfilled with ease.

"Are you with me?" asked Peter, facing Orieus and I.

"With you by my side, I will fight and defend." I promised the both of them. If I made a promise, I never broke it. I am not afraid of death, I just didn't like to see people hurt or in pain if I passed. It saddened me that in the world, war happens. I did not like conflict, but it was the right thing to fight for what's right, who you believe in, and what you believe in. But war and conflict shouldn't be the answer. Just imagine you're husband/ wife goes to war to fight, but when the war ends, you're loved one never returns. But you shouldn't always mourn about their death. You should be grateful. Grateful knowing that you had known this person in your life. And reflect of all the happy memories you spent with this person.