A New Beginning | Edmund Pevensie {1}

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"They are not your friends until they have defended you in your absence." - Unknown.

We walked through Narnia, following Peter to find Prince Caspian. Trumpkin was slightly behind with me, only just fully recognising my presence. Nice to know I make an impact.

"What exactly are you doing here?" Trumpkin asked me. I looked down at him. 

"I'm not too sure actually, I think it was all an accident, I was just with the Pevensies when we were brought to Narnia." I explained as best as I could, I was just as confused as him, to why I was there.

"I still don't trust them fully." he grumbled to me. I knew he was still slightly salty from their argument on the boat.

"Look, I know this might not change anything whatsoever, but still the Pevensies made it clear how much they wanted to stay in Narnia, everyday back in Finchley. They always talked about it, so for you to come back accusing them of purposely leaving won't make them feel very good. Imagine if it were you. One day you're King of a magical land, the next you fall through a rabbit hole to a new land, with no way of getting back, until Aslan deemed it so, then you have to live in that new land for a year, only to return to it being destroyed by a new force, and it being hundreds of years later, then being blamed for what happened in that one year that you had no control over." I exploded, defending the Pevensies. Trumpkin was silently reviewing me. Only then did I realise I had just gone on a whole rant. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ramble, it's just something to think about." I apologised. With that I left him to analyse what I had just said, catching up to the others.

"Thank you." Edmund said, scaring me slightly with his sudden appearance. I was confused at first, but then realised he had heard the whole conversation.

"No problem, just putting it into perspective." I replied grinning at him. I thought we should follow Trumpkin, apparently, I wasn't the only one that thought that.

"I don't remember this way." Susan told her brother, who was the furthest ahead.

"That's the problem with girls, can't carry a map in your heads." Peter shot at her, confident with his sense of direction.

"That's because our heads have something in them!" Lucy retaliated. I giggled, subtly high fiving Lucy. 

"I wish he would just listen to the DLF in the first place." Susan complained to us. We both nodded in agreement.

"DLF?" Edmund, who had just been listening into the conversation, asked confused.

"Dear Little Friend." Lucy explained with a smile. Susan also smiling at her sister. I waited for Edmund, as he stopped for Trumpkin. 

"Well that's not at all patronising is it?" Trumpkin asked sarcastically. Edmund grinned jumping off the tree root. Peter came to a stop at a dead end.

"I'm not lost." he claimed, looking around the rocks. I rolled my eyes, of course we're lost, otherwise we would be there by now.

"No, you're just going the wrong way." Trumpkin said, as if he had read my thoughts. Peter spun on the spot, with an incredulous look on his face.

"You last saw Caspian in the shuddering woods, and the quickest way there is to cross the river rush." he explained.

"But, unless I'm mistaken, there's no crossing in these parts." Trumpkin told the arrogant King.

"Well that explains it then, you're mistaken." Peter hissed, tilting his head slightly and turning back around. I walked after Peter to try talk sense into him. "I really don't care if you think I'm being cold 'Bells." Peter said, not looking at me.

"Not cold just supercilious." I said lightly, to not aggravate him, but I was quickly losing my patience with him. I have a short fuse.

"What does that mean?" Peter asked sharply. I had had enough, even though he was High King, I didn't like his tone of voice.

"Jesus, Peter pick up a dictionary once in a while." I glared at him, dropping back with the others. He scowled, before continuing his way through the foreign-looking land. He knew I was right, but would never admit it. They came to a stop at a high cliff, overlooking some rapids.

"See overtime the water erodes the Earth's soil causing-"

"Oh shut up!" Peter scowled, cutting off Susan's lecture. 

"Is there a way down?" Edmund asked, as they all turned to Trumpkin. 

"Yeah falling." Trumpkin said with sass.

"Let us rephrase that, is there a safe way down?" I asked. Trumpkin only shook his head at me.

"Well, we weren't lost." Peter tried to defend himself.

"There's a ford near Beruna, how do you feel about swimming?" Trumpkin asked us.

"Rather that than walking." Susan complained.

"Yeah, my feet are starting to hurt." I informed the group, agreeing with Susan. We all started to make our way back.

"Aslan?" Lucy asked. "It's Aslan!" Lucy shouted excitedly. I spun to where Lucy was looking, trying to spot the mighty lion. "It's Aslan over there!" Lucy told her brothers and sisters, pointing to where she saw him. I looked, but I couldn't see anything. "Don't you see he's right-" Lucy cut herself off, seeing that the cliff was indeed empty. "-There." she finished quietly, her face dropping, to one of disappointment.

"Do you see him now?" Trumpkin asked in a mocking way. I shot a sharp glare at him. 

"I'm not crazy, he was there, he wanted us to follow him." Lucy explained. I stepped forward.

"I believe you Lucy." I said, telling the truth, after all, we've got nothing, if not belief. Lucy was a very trustworthy person, I have always known this, and made my opinion on her clear, the rest hesitated though. 

"I'm sure there's many numbers of lions in this wood, just like that bear." Peter tried to reason. 

"I think I know Aslan, when I see him." Lucy said, she had the strongest connection with the powerful creature. 

"Look, I'm not about to jump off a cliff, after someone who doesn't exist." Trumpkin said, still not believing in all of the Pevensies stories.

"The last time I didn't believe Lucy, I ended up looking pretty stupid." Edmund spoke, grinning softly at his younger sister. Lucy smiled at her brother, and I was proud of his announcement, not bothering to hide my wide grin. Peter shook his head. 

"Why wouldn't I have seen him?" he asked Lucy, wanting to feel acknowledged by the lion. 

"Maybe you weren't looking." Lucy answered, hoping her brother would believe him. 

"Sorry, Lu." Peter said before walking in the direction they were going to go before, Susan following. Edmund and I, waited up for the youngest of us, who had turned back once more to where she saw Aslan. Sending her sorry looks, we followed after Peter, Susan and Trumpkin.

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