Anyways, here I am, doing a Narnia story. Great! This is great! It came to me when I was watching Prince Caspian. It's an Edmund death story. So be warned! (I edited a bit in 14/01/18)
I looked over and saw a telmarine archer ready to kill Peter. And my world stopped for less than a second. I ran killing every telmarine who was crossing my path. I didn't care about Caspian's shouting at me or if I was probably going to die doing this. My only objectif was Peter and that archer.
"Peter, move!", I pushed him making him fall. And that's when I felt it. It was an arrow. In me. I looked over and see Peter's eyes. And fell on the green grass.
I was watching the sky. It was grey and blue at the same time, beautiful. My breathing was getting labored and I was about to scream in pain. Why is that I couldn't had a less painful death? With all my will, I turned my head to see Peter killing other telmarines. I knew he wanted to see me but that wasn't an option.
It never crossed my mind that I was dying alone. Other Narnians were with me, they were giving their lives just to make Narnia what was once again. It made me feel better. That I was giving my life to make my kingdom better. It made me feel happy.
What about Mom and Dad? What about Peter, Susan and Lucy? Am I ready to give my life? I did what I had to do. And I knew that Aslan himself was pleased with it. My family didn't need anymore. Peter was doing great both in England and Narnia, Susan was becoming a great woman who was destined to greatness and Lucy. She was the valiant she was destined to be.
And me? I was not needed anymore. Aslan told me in a dream, that, if I sacrificed myself for my family, they would stay here forever. Peter would still be the High King, Susan The Gentle, Lucy the Valiant and Caspian as The Just.
I started to see black spots and my breathing was fading. I knew it was about to be my time. I heard the telmarines's horn and I knew we had won. Then I heard Peter said "I can't leave him!" And another voice, probably Caspian, "They are running to the river! Peter, he will be ok."
I wanted to tell them I was not going to be ok. But I couldn't. And I heard then leave.
With all my energy I said my last words.
"Take care of them, Aslan, for me"
And I became the first King of Old to see Aslan's country.
