Peter
After overhearing, Lucy's, Susan's and Ed's conversation, I picked up a gold plate, which definitely was of Aslan. To show my respect, I blew the dust that was smothering it from its normal gold shine and placed it back down.
I recognised that I still hadn't even thought about my chest- let alone look at it.
As I walked over, Lucy was looking at Susan worriedly.
" What is it?" Lucy said, looking at her, as Susan held her own bow and arrow.
" My horn- I must have left it on my saddle the day we went back" She looked down disappointedly.
Without saying anything, and without a second glance at the statue of the future me, I opened the heavy-lidded chest to find right at the top- rhindon, my beloved sword.
"When Aslan bears his teeth, Winter meets it's death..." I read aloud, stating the writing on the sword.
" When he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again..." Lucy said carrying it on, a sad look was etched onto her face.
" Everyone we knew, Mr Tumnus, and the beavers, they're all gone" She said, she was fighting not to let any tears fall.
" I think it's time we found out what's going on!" I exclaimed as Susan and Edmund gave each other glances.
Lucy nodded her head, because that was the least of our worries....
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Telmarines// Edmund Pevensie (#Wattys2016)
Fanfiction(UNDER MAJOR EDITING) " The most dangerous thing you can do is to take any one impulse of your own nature and set it up as the thing you ought to follow at all costs. "- C.S Lewis
