A/N: This is a very, very short but I felt compelled to write it and did. I'm on an Edmund sort of wave lately, so it is Edmund that I am writing about. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia or the characters therein
Edmund Pevensie had never expected to die in such a trivial manner
Edmund Pevensie had never expected to die in such a trivial manner. The Just King had thought about his death many times since he'd first entered Narnia nine years earlier. As he'd first stepped into the wardrobe, he'd been concerned about wild beasts devouring him. Who knew that he'd die at the hands of a metallic monster instead of one made of flesh?
In Jadis' company, he'd pondered what it would feel like for ice to seep inside his veins as he turned to stone. Would it be quick, or would he be able to feel each cell in his body as it changed structure? Luckily, he'd never had to know how it felt.
When I say luckily, I use the term loosely. For if you were to have been a King or Queen of a world much better than this one, wouldn't you rather die in the place you truly believed was home? Edmund would have. He preferred fantasizing about dieing an old man, surrounded by satyrs and fauns as the life drained out of him. He'd feel the kiss of a cherry tree dryad's petals brush his cheeks as he moved on to Aslan's Country, and he would know that his family was well taken care of.
Now, in the midst of metal crunching and children screaming, he wondered if he'd ever get to Aslan's world. Would he simply fade into darkness, never to feel warmth again?
He knew not, but as he clenched Lucy's hand in his, he knew one thing for certain: this was not a kingly death.
To die in a railway accident of all things! Couldn't fate have granted him a nobler demise? To die in battle as he cut down his enemies, feeling the hilt of his sword in his hand and the warm back of his noble Narnian steed as it reared, lifting King Edmund above the world for one last time. That would have been acceptable.
But fate was not kind, and in the five seconds that he had before impact. Edmund decided that he would not die in vain. He crushed Lucy to him, turning around and huddling over her as if to shield her from the crash.
If he would not have to honor to die where he belonged, he would die as a noble Knight of Aslan would: protecting a Narnian Lady.
A/N: Please tell me what you think!