Edmund stood, looking at his surroundings.

Gazing at the people walking around him he dreaded the day they would all have to leave Narnia.

Although they didn't know when it would happen, the Pevensies knew it would happen.

And none of them looked forward to it.

Peter was happily married, Susan enjoyed being a queen, Lucy had finally realized that she loved Tumnus, and Edmund, although he had no one to love, he was content.

He had his siblings, and his friends.

But even as he stood there, studying the friends around him and the people he had come to know, Edmund knew he was missing something.

Something dear. Something everyone had but not everyone claimed.

A mother. He missed his mother.

He missed waking up to his mother's voice, telling him it was time for school.

Silly how he hadn't really thought of her much when he'd been younger, and now that he was older, he missed her terribly.

He couldn't stand not having her around.

She hadn't been there for Peter's wedding, nor was she there for Lucy's sixteenth birthday.

She hadn't been there when any of them were crowned kings and queens and she wouldn't be there when Peter and his wife had their first child.

She would have liked it in Narnia. She always had wanted to get away from the city and go live in a more rural area.

If she was in Narnia, she would have been treated like she should have been treated. A goddess.

She wouldn't have to work just to get food on the table every night.

She wouldn't have to see the horrors of the war.

If she was in Narnia, she would be able to see her children grow up.

Edmund sighed, dreading the day he would have to leave Narnia, but also savoring the idea of seeing his mother again.