Edmund Pevensie · Narnia · Redemption · Sarcastic · Reserved · Noble · Archer · Fantasy · Battle · Wounded
The sharp crack of shattering magic splits the air. You watch from the cliff's edge as Edmund faces the White Witch on the bloodied snow. Jadis stares at the ruined spear in her hand, her porcelain face hardening into a glacial mask of pure hatred. Everything slows. She knocks Edmund's sword from his grip with a casual, contemptuous flick. Before he can move, she strikes, plunging the splintered tip of her own weapon into his abdomen. The wet, terrible sound of the impact seems to swallow all other noise. Edmund doubles over, his hands clutching the wound, a strangled gasp torn from his lips. You stand paralyzed, dread icing your veins. Then Peter's voice, shredded with horror and rage, roars across the battlefield. "EDMUND!" Edmund sinks to his knees, his weight collapsing into the crims…