War Scars
By Samhoku
I do not own Narnia or anything involved with it. OC's may show up later, but right now it is focused on Edmund.
Chapter
Edmund was sitting up in bed, gripping his head as he kept thinking about all the people he had killed. Men, women, children, rebelling talking animals. He could hear their screams of terror and anger. Edmund had to keep reminding himself that even though he was still in Narnia, he couldn't allow himself to go crazy over this. It was part of his job, he had to take armies into places and sometimes wipe out whole villages. He was a King, but he ruled under Aslan's authority. And until he went back, he wouldn't not obey Aslan.
When the screams finally stopped Edmund released his head, feeling blood on his nails. He needed to trim them again, he kept hurting himself unintentionally. Edmund winced and then laid back down in bed, his eyes opened, watching the wall. Edmund heard someone come in the room and he rolled over half way, to see who it was. He saw that it was just Lucy. His sister walked over and sat by his head, putting a washcloth on it, "You where starting to yell, Ed. It was scaring the small children."
Edmund gave his sister a small smile and dozed off. Once he was asleep Lucy got up and walked out of the room. She held her head in her hands, trying not to cry. Lucy loved her brother, she hated to see him like this. Ever since the war with the Witch he had these problems. It was terrible to watch, hear, and what was worse is that you where not able to do anything about it.
Edmund woke up again, only this time he was having flashbacks. The kind that could have you paralyzed with fear. He was frozen then he let out an ear piercing scream that sent Lucy, a couple Driads, and a centaur all ran with her towards the screaming. When something was thrown against the door. Now would be a good idea to leave the Just King alone. He wouldn't be ready for visitors for quite some time.
Edmund crouched in a corner and gripped his head, "Stop, stop, stop..." He put one hand on the wall to steady himself. Another image flashed across his mind and he fell on his knees, "Please...stop...Aslan...help."
He doubled over and vomited violently. Edmund was finally able to get up. He cleaned up after himself then sat on his bed again, his eyes bloodshot. He heard someone knock softly on the door.
Edmund asked in a weary voice, "Who is it? If they sent a prostitute again I don't want any."
It was quiet and the footsteps left. Apparently that was exactly what Peter had done. The scumbag. He knew exactly what Edmund thought about that sort of behavior. Edmund laid down and started to doze, not really asleep but not really awake. This made sure he got some rest, but that he wouldn't sleep.