Hi all. I got this idea from the illustrated movie companion book, where they had drawn symbols of the Pevensie's gifts, and since Edmund hadn't gotten anything, they drew a box of Turkish Delight. Kinda made me mad.
I'm writing on another computer (Yeah I'm spoiled and I have a lot :P Just kidding.) so I'm not able to update my other stories. BUT HANG IN THERE! I'm bound to update them tomorrow. Ta!
This was altered as of 1/3/06 thanks to the reviews of uh...reviewers. Yeah. Thanks a lot!
Empty Hands
His hands were always empty. He never received anything. Sure, he got gifts at Christmas and birthdays, but they were nowhere near as special as the ones his siblings had received from Father Christmas while he was off locked up in an icy dungeon.
They could've at least saved something for me, he'd often think.
Of course, it was his own fault. He had led himself to this. But still, he could not drive the feeling of emptiness away.
Peter had his sword and shield. Susan had her bow, arrows, and horn. Lucy had her dagger and vial. And Edmund had nothing.
After ruling for years on the throne, the children had somehow found their way back home, back in time. And one year later, Edmund had received an electric torch. He loved the gift, even though it was nothing compared to the gift he may have received had he stayed with his siblings and not been tempted by the White Witch.
Later the Pevensie children were sent to a school, and while waiting at the station, they were pulled back into Narnia. Of course, Edmund had his electric torch, which proved of great use later on. Cair Paravel had been in ruins because they had been gone hundreds of years to Narnia though it had been just a year to them.
After opening a door to a room full of treasure, Peter rediscovered his sword and shield, Susan found her bow and arrows, (the horn was found later) and Lucy found her vial and dagger. Edmund had to stand off to the side, pretending to be joyous as they were as they held their old gifts. And still, Edmund had nothing.
When they returned back to England, Edmund made a horrible discovery. He had left his electric torch in Narnia. His new favorite gift, something that he had and no one else did, gone, and who knew how long it would be until he would go to Narnia again. And when he did, he was at sea, far away from the place he had left it.
It was like someone was always trying to make sure he had nothing. It was like someone was always trying to make sure Edmund had empty hands.
The End
Now you're probably thinking, "What's the point, who needs items when you've got a family, a home, blah blah blah." It's still a crumbling feeling to see everyone around you get something, and have you receive nothing.