Keeper Of Light |book 2|

Chapter 7. A King In The 2000s

Feeling the cold walls of the metro station closing in on her with the sound of rushing train carts made her remember that day, the day her face hit the cold pavement and she woke up from the most magical dream. Wanting to leave, she felt her feet stop and start to back up, until someone's warm hand slid into hers.

Edgar smiled, comforting her to keep going. There were not many people around at the time, and most of them were looking down at their phones or some advertisement. They walked up to the very edge and she looked down at the rails. When she was teleported into Narnia it felt different, now this felt more like a nightmare repeating itself.

A train had come in rushing, the doors opened up. People got off, people got on, and just as quickly it zoomed away. Yet this time, the walls didn't shift, the noises didn't fade, and she didn't feel the cold rock of the cave underneath her feet that lead to a sunny beach that stood proudly in front of Cair Paravel. This time, she was still at the train station.

How could it have ever worked? Of course it didn't. That time she was destined to go to Narnia, but she had failed so she was banished by evil forever. Her mission was over before it even began. Feeling her distress, Edgar pulled at her hand, "chin up, maybe there is another way?"

"What other way Edgar? We have ready every darn book on magic that exists in this world-"

"Well, not every!" He corrected her.

She sighed, "yes, but I doubt anyone knows of any real magic around here."

"I heard of an old professor-"

"No!" She pulled her hand away and walked off, "I don't want anymore psychics or witches or professors of the art of magic. I want answers, and now I know I just won't get any."

He sat down on the bench that was connected to one of the walls and she sat down next to him, "maybe Narnia has to call you, maybe there has to be a right time for the portal to open up?"

Knowing that he was right she looked at him, "okay yes, but what if I am too late, what if they had already lost, what if Edmund died or-"

"Became a cynical old man?" Edgar asked.

She shook her head, "well that too. Time works differently in Narnia."

"It did in Charn too, but I'd never want to go back there." Rubbing his hands on his thighs, he stood up and extended his hand for her to take, "we will figure out another way, I promise."

She took it and pulled herself up. Before they left completely, she took one last glance at the train station. Although her therapist advised her to avoid the place, so as not to trigger any episodes, somehow she wanted to stay there, live there. At least stay until Narnia took her back.

Life was an ever moving and changing ribbon that flowed around in time and space. It folded and unfolded. The only being in charge of it was the creator, and the creator of Narnia was magnificent. In His wisdom he knew exactly when to let time flow peacefully like a stick in the river, and when to stir it in a whirlpool of an ocean. A year ago on that day His keeper of light was banished to her own world by the evil that was tirelessly working against Him. And although He knew, that there were a number of ways to bring her back and all it would take was His roar, he also found it at most curious to watch the stories play out on their own. Like an author, He would go back and read the ribbons of life He wrote on. Except this time, editing was unnecessary, for it was written perfectly the first time.

So, the second the keeper of light was banished from Cair Parvel into her own world, and King Edmund fought bravely to stall until his sister and brother could escape with the rest of the Narnian diplomats, he found himself in an unusual situation. Edmund had to choose. Give up, or his young sister Lucy would suffer. It was unorthodox for him to drop his sword and get down to his knees like a filthy dog as his enemy takes pride in defeating the best swordsman of Narnia. He was tried, by a court that was obviously faulty, and he should know since he was the king of justice. They sentenced him to death, right after they torture the information about his brother out of him. Although Edmund told himself that he wouldn't mind a few scars, it was during one of his daily beatings he realized that he had never truly felt death after the white witch, until this very moment. He would pass out, and then wake up in a rotten and smelly cell in the very bottom of the castle. Swearing that he would get out eventually and take back the country that was his, he never gave up hope. He came close to it once. They brought in Lucy, stripped her down and bent her fingers, but she did not give out a single cry, although he could tell that her eyes did. If Lucy wouldn't budge, neither would he. If his destiny were to die for Narnia than so be it.