The sounds of swords clashing against armor and blades of the enemies rang in my ears. This was a bloodbath. We were not going to win and Peter was nowhere in sight.
I searched everywhere for him while I cut down soldiers who were trying to kill my men and I. After about fifteen minutes of searching I finally managed to find Peter. I saw one the soldiers making his way towards Peter. All that flashed through my mind though was seeing the White Witch raising her wand to stab Peter. Without thinking I ran towards where Peter was and jumped in between him and the soldier. Before I could raise my sword though I felt the cold blade slice through my armor and mail and pierce my chest.
"EDMUND!" I faintly heard Peter shout as my whole world turned black.
I could hear voices all around me. Peter begging the healers to save me. Susan softly singing to me. Lucy praying to Aslan. Aurora telling me how much she loves me.
I fought to open my eyes and tell all of them that I was okay, that I was alive. But my body would not obey. It was like I was trapped with nowhere to go. A prisoner inside my own body. I wanted to scream, cry, or just do something. But I could not. All I could do was sit there and listen to everything they were saying.
As time passed though I could feel myself slipping back into the blackness that is unconsciousness but not before I heard a healer tell them that I was never going to wake again.
The next time I became aware of my surroundings everything was quiet. I tried to open my eyes and still was unable to. I listened hard to see if I could hear anything around me, but there was nothing to hear. Then after a few minutes I could hear quiet crying next to me and I could feel a pressure on my good side.
"Oh please Ed just wake up. I need you. Our baby needs you." I heard my wife whisper to me.
The only thought that went through my head at that point was, my wife is pregnant. I am going to be a father. But then I realized that the chances of me managing to live to see my child be born were not high. Unless Aslan decided to grant me a miracle and heal all my wounds I would not live to see my child be born.
I then began thinking of other things. My niece Amelia who loved me almost as much as her father, Peter, would not be able to come find me to play tea party with her when Peter was too busy. My nephew Alexander would not be able to come to me for advice on how to avoid his mother's, Susan's, scolding when he did something wrong. I would never be able to hug any of them again or tell them how much their uncle loves them.
I was lost to all of them. Just as they were lost to me. There was no way for me to tell them anything again. Unless I could open my eyes, be stronger than the wound that was inflicted upon me. But I knew just as the healers did that this was not possible. This wound was fatal. I was going to die.