Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

The London Boys

"Oh, yeah!" Beaver agreed as he spat out a mouthful of tea. "There's a right bit more than hope!" For a moment, he checked if there were any faces he didn't recognised, wandering past. Confidently knowing that there weren't, he continued, whispering. "Aslan is on the move."

To any Narnian, this would've sparked joyous reactions. They would smile, and laugh, and jump around in glee. But the Pevensie's had no clue. That was why they leant forwards, the natural urge for wanting to know more overpowering every other sense.

Edmund just stood from the stairs. His eyes were still lazy as he wandered forwards.

"Who's Aslan?"

Beaver took no time in bursting out with laughter. "Who's Aslan? You cheeky little blighter." Mrs Beaver noticed their blank expressions and tapped his shoulder. "What?" He took that moment to look over the siblings, all of which were clueless. "You don't know, do you?"

Peter scowled. "Well, we haven't exactly been here very long."

"Well, he's only King of the whole wood!" Beaver gestured widely with his arms, trying to exaggerate, but making poor work of it. "The top geezer. The real King of Narnia."

Edmund realised how uninterested he truly was, and dragged his heels, walking away.

"He's been away for a long time." Mrs Beaver smiled as best she could. An overwhelming amount of excitement was sighing her, but she couldn't frighten the humans. This was already so much for them.

"But he's just got back! And he's waiting for you near the stone table with the last star!"

Lucy's eyes widened, growing with concern. "He's waiting for us?"

It seemed, however, that Edmund's head was somewhere else entirely. He'd been caught up on something said only moments before. "What's the last star?"

"You're blooming joking!" Beaver was not impressed. They don't even know about the prophecy! They don't even know about the last star!"

"Well, then..." Mrs Beaver gestured for him to continue.

  "Look," Beaver breathed, trying to calm his excitement. "Aslan's return, Tumnus' arrest, the secret police, it's all happening because of you!"

  Susan was taken aback. "You're blaming us?"

  "No! Not blaming." Mrs Beaver made sure that they understood, still as calm and caring as she always had been. "Thanking you."

     A sort of whimsical air filled the air as Beaver began. It was something completely new to feel.

     "There's a prophecy. When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone, sits at Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done."

  "You know, that doesn't really rhyme." Susan countered.

  "I know it don't." Beaver shot back. "You're kind of missing the point!"

  "It has long been foretold that two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will defeat the white witch and restore peace to Narnia." Mrs Beaver tried her best to explain. Though, it was quite a lot to take in, especially so soon into their lives in Narnia.