Remember Me
Hey it's me, phoenix0723 :) So this is the prologue of "Remember Me" which used to be "Will the real prince charming please stand up?".
Hope you guys enjoy and tell me what you think!
"I hate remembering… but I can't stand to forget."
PROLOGUE:
It was one of those nights.
Edmund Pevensie had everything it the entire world – he was a king for goodness sake. So why? Why were there times when he wanted to go back? Why did he stare at the constellations dotting the sky for years every night and still feel like he was in a foreign land? Like he wasn't home?
Home.
London or Narnia?
It tore him apart as he stood on his balcony overlooking the Western Wood and squinted his eyes in an attempt to see the dim light from an all too familiar lamp post.
Of course Edmund would never tell his siblings of nights such as this when he desperately wished to return. When he wished he had been given a choice to return back to London like Eustace had. He would never utter to them those times when he visited the old lamp post in search of coats instead of branches because there were just some things he wasn't ready to tell and this was one of them.
"Why can't I just be like Lucy, Peter and Susan? Why do I remember? Why can't I forget?" the young man thought as he begged the sky for an answer, which never came.
Unlike his siblings, Edmund did remember London. He remembered its smell, the cars, the war – his life before Narnia. Sure, Peter, Susan and Lucy knew of London. They knew of mom and remembered dad. They knew they had a life there but they had forgotten. They forgot Professor Kirk and Mrs. Macready and the spare room and the wardrobe. But he hadn't.
No, Edmund remembered it all very well.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his jet-black hair and despite the dark circles under his eyes the Just King could not succumb to sleep. He had been restless for several nights now and it irked him to no end. Times like this Edmund knew what was coming…
Something was about to happen.
Something big
"I need a walk." He thought, thinking that it might just be what he needed to clear his head and tire his body so that maybe just maybe he would get a good night's sleep.
Far from the comforts of Cair Paravel a lion's roar echoed through the Western Wood.
Avalon Carter wanted out.
She could not understand why she allowed her best friend, Charlotte, to drag her into this wedding celebration of her older sister's, best friend's cousin. Yeah, Charlotte's family was weird like that.
And another thing was that she absolutely abhorred weddings because she was reminded of her own parents' marriage and she knew all too well how badly that ended.
"They seem happy." A deep voice said and she looked over to see that Seth Charmichael, the last member of their little trio, sit down beside her.
She scoffed as she observed the laughing couple, "Happiness is relative much like love. It's an illusion that people throw themselves at to make life seem a little less fucked up."
"You do realize we're at a wedding right? Being cynical isn't really welcomed." Seth said chuckling.
"I'm not being cynical; I'm being realistic. Love is temporary. It doesn't last and it's not a forever thing." The girl argued.
"I believe the correct term would be pessimistic." He pointed out.
She rolled her eyes at the comment. One could not blame her for thinking this way; her own father left when she was 11 and she grew up surrounded by aunts and uncles and even her grandmother who were all divorced.
After her father abandoned her mother and her two younger siblings, her mother fell into a fit of depression. She literally just sat there staring at an old wedding photo leaving Avalon to take care of her two younger siblings.
Adam and Emma forgave their mother easily when she came back to her senses after leaving them for 11 months. But she didn't. She couldn't forget what she had done to them or the lack of what she had done.
She watched from the corner of her eye as the happy couple kissed and everyone cheered.
"Okay, I'm leaving." Avalon said standing. She never could stand too much happiness in one room – in her experience it just meant bad things were coming. Plus there was the fact that she wanted to hurl at all the lovey dovey crap happening around her.
"I'll drive you home." Seth said standing but his suggestion was quickly dismissed when Avalon shook her head.
"And how do you suppose to get home?" he asked quirking an eyebrow.
"I'm gonna run, genius." She said with a smirk as she lifted her dress and displayed her black converse before disappearing into the shadows of the party.
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…
One foot in front of the other – no thinking.
That was one of the things she loved about running. For a moment, one brief beautiful moment, there was nothing. Nothing but the pounding of your chest so hard it was the only thing you heard and thought about.
The party wasn't that far off from where she lived and she found herself taking the long way and passing through the park. It was barren – just how she liked it.
She had halted in her sprint and had begun walking the rest of the way when she heard it…
"Was that a… roar?" she thought glancing at her surroundings.
Did you guys like it? Hate it?
It's a bit similar to the prologue I wrote for "Will the real prince charming please stand up?" but I wanted to speed things up a bit because one of the problems with "Will the real..." was that it felt like it would never end so yeah.
Anyway I hope you guys liked it and don't forget to review ;)