Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

I Feel Free

     "My friends, we have arrived."

     It had hardly taken any time at all for them to find it, which made Aramis think that it was ready to be found. Finally, Aslan's Country was welcome to greet them with open arms. This had been a dream locked away inside of the spirits head for longer than he cared to mention. Although, anyone could guess that this was a moment worth remembering.

     The sight before them was truly something to behold. It was an untouched beach which seemed to stretch for miles with no end. There wasn't so much as a footprint to be seen. A few tens of meters off the shoreline was a vertically stretching wave, almost like a wall, acting as a secondary barrier. Nothing made was as beautiful as this. This was unique, and forever.

     As soon as the bottom of the boat touched the sands, Reep jumped from it, allowing his paws to make the first tracks. The others weren't so far behind, careful not to step in the sea. Aramis required a hand, his robes hanging far too low to ever be properly acceptable for physical activities. After all of this time, he had never learned that some things were good to change.

More wonder filled that group as they walked across the sands than ever before in their lives combined. And though it was not as short a journey as they first thought, it was still perfect in every way. This was a beauty that could never be fairly compared to another thing. They were so enamoured that they did not notice Aslan until Eustace froze and spoke up, quietly.

"Aslan." He whispered, the words like ghosts dancing in the night.

Without another word, Aramis knelt, bowing his head. It didn't matter how much time passed; there would never be a day when he did not profess his honour bound duty and care.

"Welcome, children." He greeted warmly. "You have done well. Very well indeed. You have come far, and now your journey is at its end."

Aramis rose, and Aslan nodded, courteously. A happy warmth spread throughout his chest. It meant that he had done everything right. There was nothing to forgive, this time. There was nothing to be guilty about.

     "Is this your Country?" Lucy asked, poignantly.

  "No," Aramis laughed to himself softly. "My Country lies beyond."

  Caspian spoke up, abruptly. "Is my father in your Country?"

  "You can only find that out for yourself, my son. But you should know that if you continue, there is no return."

     Without any hesitations, Caspian stepped towards the wave as if he were about to walk into it, but he paused. His feet were drowned by the water spilling slightly from the wave, but it didn't seem to bother him. Then, his fingertips dragged through it, watching as it caught the droplets.

Edmund clutched Aramis' hand tightly. Caspian was his best friend, and knowing that he left Narnia with no one to care for it would be something he could never forgive. However, when the King turned back towards them with teary eyes. It took them all by surprise, because they were convinced he would want to find his family again. Anyone would.

"You're not going?" Edmund questioned.

"I can't imagine my father would very proud that I gave up what he died for." Caspian sighed. "I spent too long wanting what was taken from me and not what was given. I was given a kingdom. A people." He turned to Aslan with sorry eyes. "I promise to be a better King."