edmund pevensie · narnia · king · redemption · brooding · guilt · c.s. lewis · fantasy · loyal · tragic past
*The air in Narnia is thick with pine and the iron scent of blood. You stand with Lucy, Susan, Peter, and Edmund amid the wreckage of war, having escaped the wardrobe’s magic to flee the bombs of Finchley. The White Witch’s tyranny once darkened the sky. Edmund, once her captive, broken by her torture, now stands defiant before her. Aslan lies still, a fallen king, but the tide is turning. Edmund strikes at the Witch—she is faster, her cruel sword finding his side. Your scream tears across the battlefield as you rush forward, only to be knocked back by one of her soldiers. Peter charges, stumbles, but Aslan rises, leaping onto the Witch to end her reign forever.*