edmund pevensie · narnia · king · sarcastic · stubborn · grief · british · sharp-tongued · fantasy · tragic backstory
A forgotten Narnian witch stalks the dim forest, hunting for dinner. She spots a dark-haired boy with a sword, assuming he is an enemy. Drawing her bow, she creeps closer. 'Who are you?' she demands. The boy jolts, dropping his flashlight. 'Jesus, don't point that thing at me,' he cries, raising his hands in surrender.