Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

There Is A Happy Land

He offered Susan a hand as she stood, wiping down the front of her dress. It suited her well.

The eldest girl spoke, sighing reluctantly. "We should go."

Lucy shivered, pulling her short cloak closer to her chest. "I'm so cold."

Without hesitation, Aramis removed his own cloak, and wrapped it around the small girl. "Then you may wear this."

"But-"

"Please, my Queen, it is my duty."

Knowing that now was not the time to discuss things as petty as cloaks, Lucy left it where it was. Then, led by Aramis, they turned to leave Aslan. It was the only the right thing to do, especially as there were others who needed them. Wasting time was just a distraction.

Just as they started to walk in the other direction, their gaze off Aslan unfocused, the ground began to shake and rumble. It was so much heavier than an earthquake, but looked local as none of the trees seemed damaged by it. And then, a large cracking noise.

"Susan!" The youngest of them cried out, clinging to her sister in hope of standing tall.

When they turned around, Aslan had disappeared from their sight. All that was there, was the cracked stone table. Empty, and a weight off of Aramis' chest that he could not describe.

"Where's Aslan?" Lucy whimpered, eyes wide.

The three tentatively walked towards the table, unsure of how they were supposed to react. Susan seemed angry. "What have they done?"

It was like a pavilion, the space where the stone table was, with columns at each corner. Although, now it was more of a mausoleum. Then, they saw the light change, and shine directly through two of the columns. Aslan stepped into it, and revealed his form. He was just as beautiful as he had been, and more than majestic.

Aramis fell onto his knee, kneeling and bowing his head.

"Aslan!" The two girls exclaimed as they ran to him with glee. It was heartwarming to see how much they cared for the leader of Narnia, but Aramis still did not move, however glad he was.

"But we saw the knife." Susan stammered. "The Witch."

"If the Witch knew the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the deep magic differently." Aslan spoke softly, and as softly as he did, it made them more relaxed. "That when a willing victim who has committed no treachery is killed in a traitors stead, the stone table will crack, and even death itself will turn backwards."

They breathed, a silence came over them. All of the tension from that night seemed to dissipate in his presence, making everything a lot easier to understand.

"You may stand, Aramis." Aslan relieved him from his courtesy. "We know each other better than to kneel."

Finally, the spirit was able to greet his friend, and understand his new power, and energy. Their foreheads touched, and he stroked the new mane. "It is good to have you back, my old friend."

Again, panicked, Susan spoke up. "We sent the news that you were dead."

Aramis agreed. "Peter and Edmund have gone to war."

Bravely drawing her dagger, Lucy stated, proudly. "We have to help them."

With a warm chuckle, Aslan replied. "We will, dear one, but not alone. Climb on my back. We have far to go and little time to get there. And you may want to cover your ears."

With a great roar, it was certain that Aslan was home. Aramis laughed, losing decorum for a small moment. He just couldn't remember being happier.