World on my Shoulders

A Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe one-shot

Disclaimer// I own not the world of Narnia, nor Peter, nor Edmund, nor Atlas. :/

I couldn't do this. I just couldn't. It was utterly impossible, and far beyond my capabilities. I was barely a man, and oh so much more of a boy, and here I was to lead them to their deaths. To my own death. It was all too real, and all so sudden. I saw in vibrant shades the world of which I had come to love. Soon, it would be stained blood red from the innocents' slaughter. Of my slaughter. I shivered with the thought. Death is a scary thing.

I glanced back below me. The army, no, MY army, stood proud and prepared. Unlike me. How sad. Would we all meet in Heaven? Perhaps. If Narnia had a Heaven...Perhaps. I was to be King wasn't I? Anything was possible here.

It wasn't as much as a question if I would die now. That was a certainty. And I was prepared for it, too. I didn't mind much, that these would be my last few seconds alive. Not in the slightest. In fact, I had the notion in my mind that Mother would be proud of me. She was always proud of me, but seeing her eldest a-top a horse, leading an army to a win or to die...Tears dotted my eyes. She would be proud. That was another certainty. The real question, though, was would the White Witch go down with me? Without Aslan...I grimaced. It would be a hard fight.

So much, too much, for me. War was all too real. Not to mention my horse was could talk, which takes a while to comprehend. Responsibility weighted down at my shoulders. I remember an old Greek myth from school about Atlas, the man who held up the world. I know fancied the thought that I was Atlas of this world, and indeed. The fate of Narnia rested upon my shoulders. My shoulders, alone, beared this pain. I had been dragged down into this icy hell, and I doubted I would leave alive. I had been thrust, like a sword, into the heart of power for these people believed me to be who I was not. Son of Adam? Me? Honestly. Power I was not ready to inherit, power that was mine alone. It was a heavy burden.

I glanced behind me, on instinct. Edmund caught my eye. His look was one I shall remember till the day I die, be it today or several years from now. It was reassurance. It was love. It was an apology. It strengthened me. For yes, alone I beared the weight of this world. But there were others beside me, cheering me on.

"For Narnia! For Aslan!" I screamed into the air. Thousands of cheers erupted behind me. Maybe we would win. Maybe, just maybe, together we could set the world back in the sky.

FIN

Author's Note// I wrote this in one night after I watched the movie. Peter looking back at Edmund caught my eye, and I wondered what must of being running through his head. So I wrote it. Lol. How bad is it? XD