HOME
[hom] noun
a gathering place for FAMILY to join together in laughter. the one place you will always be surrounded by those who LOVE you. a place or feeling of BELONGING.
the frosts - the story of a family ripped apart. the story of two teenag...
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"I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain;" - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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When Andie awoke the next morning, she saw that Edmund had been rescued. Peter, Susan, and Lucy crowded around him, showering him with hugs and squeezing him tightly, like they were afraid he would disappear again. She couldn't blame them for wanting to keep him close; she couldn't imagine how they must have been feeling the past few days.
She couldn't imagine what almost losing a sibling must feel like.
Andie stayed near her tent, allowing the Pevensies to have their moment. Her eyes scanned the surrounding area, watching the army that seemed to always be at work. As her gaze landed back on the four siblings, she tried to ignore the pang of sadness that arose in her chest when she realized that Jack had not been brought back to camp with Edmund.
He was the enemy.
They were right to leave him there.
Still, guilt tugged at the back of her mind as she joined the Pevensies, offering Edmund a half-hearted smile. "I'm glad to see you're safe."
"Get some sleep," Peter instructed. His voice sounded distant, as though he was trying to sound disinterested. However, as Edmund started towards the tent, a small smile crept onto his face. "And Edmund...try not to wander off." The youngest Pevensie returned Peter's sly smile and disappeared into his tent.
Andie spent the morning with Omar, brushing him, feeding him, and stroking his mane as he grazed in the field. Once it was time for breakfast, she left the horse, promising that she would be back in the afternoon.
The five of them sat around the small table. Andie had wanted to eat alone, claiming that it was unprofessional to have such a close relationship with them, but they had all insisted, including Edmund. Presently, she watched with amusement as he stuffed slice after slice of toast into his mouth, eating like he hadn't eaten in weeks.
She suddenly wondered if the Witch had fed him and the amusement faded.
"Narnia's not going to run out of toast, Ed," Lucy joked, earning a smile from her brother.
"I'm sure they'll pack something up for the journey back."
Andie froze, a piece of toast halfway to her mouth. She set the toast back on her plate and turned to look at Peter, who was standing behind them. "What do you mean?"
"We're going back?" Though Susan had at first been opposed to their adventures in Narnia, the disappointment in her tone did not go unnoticed.
"You three are," Peter said, "I promised Mum I'd look after you. But that doesn't mean I can't stay behind and help."
