The Call - Edmund Pevensie

Epilogue

It had been over 2 years. 

2 year, 10 months, and 14 days to be exact since Edmund and his siblings had returned to their home leaving Caspian and I to run the new Narnian empire. I missed them so much some days it physically hurt. On those days when the pain seemed strong enough to rip a whole in my chest, I'd flee to my room and hold Edmund's "torch" as he'd called it close to my chest, imagining it was him I was holding instead. 

A guard had given it to me one day shortly after they had left, saying he'd found it within the castle's walls. I'd almost burst out into tears when he'd handed it to me, his face a mixture of discomfort at my sudden mood change and confusion as to whatever this strange metal thing was and why it would cause such a reaction. 

I'd kept it at my bedside since that day, always making sure that it was there whenever I feel asleep. Although I knew it was stupid and it was just some kind of metal object, it somehow made me feel closer to Edmund. I knew that one day I would have to give it back to him, in person, and I couldn't wait for that day to come. 

Luckily however, those days of intense longing were far and few between now partly because as Caspian's second in command and a Queen in my own right, I was constantly busy. The Giants of the north had stirred up trouble not long after Caspian and I's coronation, claiming that they would not have Caspian as their king. Their ancestors had served under the White Witch and had fled to the north once she was defeated and had stayed there since. But when Caspian was made king they claimed that under the telmarines they'd been in hiding for too long and would not take another as their king despite his endorsements, or his achievements in defeating our dictator uncle. 

We had gone into battle with our new army of humans and Narnians alike. With Glenstorm and I at the helm, it had been an easy transition bringing the two worlds together so our army was strong not just physically, but emotionally as well. Man and Narnian were friends having bonded through training and life in the military (and the fact that Glenstorm and I hadn't given them another option). 

It had been an easy victory. 

The giants had underestimated our numbers from the very beginning, not believing the possibility that our army was fully integrated and could work as a well oiled machine. They'd spent generations hiding away in the north with only their elders' stories of the past and resentment in their big hearts. After their rulers surrendered, instead of taking away their freedom Caspian stationed several of our own giants and a few others there to act as ambassadors to foster better relationships. In the few years since the battle, things were much better. 

More recently, the Calormen armies had launched an invasion with the goal of conquering Narnia for themselves. Some power hungry king who wanted Narnia and Telmar for himself now that the Narnian's had come out of hiding.

The battles had lasted over five months with our armies steadily pushing the Calormen armies back until we had them trapped in the Great Desert. My battalion had taken control of the only oasis, meaning that the Calormen men were stuck in the desert with little water. It had been a severe tactic, but had paid off when they'd surrendered not even two days later. In the end, there had been minimal loss of life on both sides and an easy surrender and occupation of Tashban, their city closest to the border. A peace treaty was signed between Caspian, the Calormen king and I.

 In order to smooth things over and continue the peace, I had stayed in Calormen for another two months with several Narnians, including Trumpkin and Reepicheep, and a few Telmarine soldiers while Caspian and Glenstorm had returned home with the majority of our forces. 

It seemed that after so long of fighting, we could all live our lives without any threats hanging over our heads.

There was finally a real sense of peace.