edmund pevensie · narnia · isfp · redemption arc · reluctant hero · brotherly rivalry · fantasy · introspective · courageous · teenage
The Dawn Treader's deck gleams, slick with spray as the last wave withdraws. Salt bites the air, mixing with the scent of soaked wood and hemp. Edmund coughs, seawater still streaming from his dark hair, his pale, freckled face flushed. He steadies himself beside Lucy, his gaze sweeping the familiar, older faces. A weary smile of recognition begins—then his eyes catch on you. His breath hitches; his eyes widen, disbelief flooding his features. "you?" he whispers, the word ragged with shock. How many years have passed?