Hello guys! As many have said before me: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia. C.S. Lewis does, that lucky man. So enough of me blabbing… Read on

Confessions From A Traitor To A Beastly Cousin

(Edmund's POV)

The Dawn Treader was on the move again, a light breeze in her sails. After DeathWater Island, I was pretty good with that. The night was cool, and the stars were already out. I turned at the sound of footsteps approaching behind me. There walking up behind, was my cousin Eustace. He smiled at me and stood at the railing a few feet away. I had a feeling that he wanted to say something.

"Edmund? Can I ask you a question?" He asked, looking uncomfortable. I shrugged, not really answering his question.

"Back on Dragon's Island, that early morning before we left…" He started awkwardly, and then paused.

"Yeah?" I asked, finally my attention was grabbed. "You said something about you being a traitor…" He trailed off again looking at my face, still nervous. I was a little surprised. Never before had I thought Eustace would want to hear that story. On top of that, it wasn't one of my favorite stories to tell.

"You want to hear what happened and why I'm still standing, a king, before you now?" I finished for him.

"Yeah," Eustace said a little surprised I had caught on that fast. "Lucy said it might be a difficult subject for you, and I wanted to know why." I sighed; of course Lucy would say that. She always told the story, while I sat in the corner.

"Well, Eustace remember back when all the children were moved out of houses and into the country?" I asked, beginning the story. He nodded. "Well, we were moved into the old professor's home. There Lucy found a wardrobe that lead into Narnia, and she met a faun called Mr. Tumnus. I was beastly to her…"

"Well I believe her." Edmund said stepping forward.

"You do?" Lucy asked, her face stained with tears.

"Yeah! Didn't I tell you about the football field in the bathroom cupboard?" Edmund went on in great joy. "Oh will you just stop. You just have to make everything worse don't you?" Peter cried.

"It was just a joke!" Edmund spat back at his brother.

"When are you going to learn to grow up?" Peter asked in equal disgust.

"Shut up! You think your dad, but you're not!" Edmund shouted in his face and stormed out of the room.

"Edmund?" Eustace asked making me jump. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, but one night Lucy decided to go back to the wardrobe and I followed her. There I met the White Witch, somebody who put the whole country in an endless winter for a hundred years. She befriended me, which was my first mistake…"

"Edmund, I would very much like to meet the rest of your family." The Witch said to a small figure sitting next to her on the sleigh.

"Why? They're nothing special." A small boy answered his mouth full of Turkish Delight.

"Oh, I'm sure they're not as nearly as delightful as you are." She said wiping his mouth with the hat of the dwarf next to her. "But you see Edmund, I have no children of my own, and you are exactly the sort of boy who I could see one day, prince of Narnia. Maybe even King." She said slyly.

"Really?" Edmund asked looking at her.

"Course you'd have to bring your family."

"EDMUND!" I jumped at Eustace's hiss of annoyance.

"Sorry, Eustace. This isn't my favorite story you know." I answered, shaking my head from the startling memory. "Where was I?"

"You're a friend of the witch?" He helped.

"Right. Well, she asked me to bring the rest of my family to her. Of course back then, I agreed. Especially because she said she'd make me prince or a king."

"You fell for that?" Eustace asked curiously. I nodded.

"When we finally all ended up in Narnia, I sneaked off without them and headed for the Witch's palace. I left them there, with the beavers. I didn't care what happened; I just wanted to see her again. But when I did, it didn't turn out so well…"

"THEN HOW DARE YOU COME ALONE?" The Witch screamed in her fury.

"I tried!" Edmund whined stepping back.

"Edmund, I asked so little of you!" She said looking down at him.

"They…they just don't listen to me." Edmund cried the excuse.

"Couldn't even do that!"

"Edmund Pevensie, if you do not stop zoning out, I'm going to toss you overboard."

"Hmm? Oh! Eustace, sorry." I muttered, while shaking my head from another flashback.

"She really tore you apart didn't she?" He asked sympathetically, letting go of my arm. I nodded unable to answer. "You don't have to go on Ed. You don't need to torture yourself." Eustace went on.

"No," I said, my voice cracking. "I need to go on. I have to be able to tell the story."

"Well torturing yourself to go on is a bad idea. Maybe another time you can finish?" Eustace asked me; making me feel awful.

"Do you mind?" I asked, feeling relieved.

"Hey, it all turned out in the end. Aslan wouldn't have sacrificed himself for no one." Eustace said teasingly. I looked up in shock.

"You already knew?" I asked, but Eustace was walking away.

I gave a sigh of relief, and smiled. Making a mental note to kill Lucy later, as the salty breeze came.

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