This is my second one-shot! I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you and please review!
He woke up with a start. The feel of cold sweat was present on his forehead and arms.
Was it just a dream? He thought. Glancing around the moonlit chamber, his instinct was correct.
He was still in his room.
The posts of his bed were still draped with red velvet. The antique drawers were still cluttered with his things. The ring Lucy gave to him. The embroidered handkerchief Susan made for him. And the ruby-encrusted dagger he borrowed from Peter.
I'm still in Narnia…
He climbed down from his satin-covered bed, feeling the warmth of the plush carpet beneath his feet. After a few cautious steps, he felt the sudden coldness of the marbled floor. It made his body shiver; but he thought twice about putting a robe on, assuring himself that it will only take a few moments.
Grasping the brass doorknobs, he opened the heavy oak doors and steeped outside his balcony. The wind was tousling his brown hair, sending shivers down his spine. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Feeling the breeze through his cotton shirt, he tried to remember the dream.
A pair of green eyes caught his hazel ones.
It was her.
Her ebony hair was up in a bun with some loose curls framing her flushed face.
Her tempting lips, a shade of pink.
The sound of her footsteps indicated that she was walking towards him.
Her gold dress moved with the subtle sway of her hips.
It was enough.
It was enough to make his palms sweaty.
It was enough to make his heart beat a million times than the usual.
She was in front of him now. Her lips parted for a smile, the light reaching her eyes.
Now his mouth was dry.
He couldn't think, breathe or even stop staring. All he saw was the piece of heaven in front of him.
Just when he thought the night was perfect. . .
Just when he thought he had a chance. . .
Just when he thought that he, Edmund Pevensie, had a chance. .
She disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
Opening his eyes, he furrowed his eyebrows at the thought of the dream.
It seemed so real . . . he told himself.
He looked at the shimmering blue ocean. It was bathed with silver moonlight and it gave him peacefulness. But how much beautiful the scenery could be, he couldn't take his mind off the girl.
She seemed so real. . .
He closed his eyes once more, hoping to remember more of the dream, hoping to remember more of the girl.
Jamie. . .
He abruptly opened his eyes, the look of astonishment shown on his face.
Her name was Jamie!
His brain was bombarded with bits and pieces of his fantasy, as if pieces from a jigsaw puzzle. Pieces that seemed real to him.
Her soft hands entwined with his. . .
Their bodies swaying with the rhythm of the dance. . .
The soft melody of her laughter in harmony with his own. . .
It seemed so right . . .
Yet . . .
He cursed himself for feeling this way.
Why is this affecting me?
He groaned inwardly. His mind was throbbing now. he didn't understand how he felt right now. He wanted to give up, to forget about the stupid dream. But he can't and he knew it.
He ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply.
"I need to know. . ." he gazed at the moon, eyes filled with determination.
"I need to know if she's real."