p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Ever since he saw that portrait, Edmund has been plagued with dreams that seemed more like memories than dreams. In each and every dream, there were the two women and the red clad man from the portrait and he himself seemed to be the last man. Of course, learning that reality was harsh, Edmund ignored the dreams, thinking them to be fantasies. It wasn't until this night that he finally understood the meaning behind those dreams. /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Winter scoffed. Narnia was the home, his home, yet he, burdened by this human emotions, still considered this world his home. Now that his two sides had time to integrate, he saw both as his home, one where he could be a normal mortal, the other where he could be his true self. As far as he was concerned, it mattered not which world he inhabited. He was the last of the Four Seasons and the Beginning of the New. He ruled and he raged. He was the coldest of his siblings and also the most ruthlessly logical. He was the one who was unaffected by his emotions. He was the one who put the land to rest so that it would be renewed come spring. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Establishing his stance that differed much from his siblings was not a heard thing to do. He was the Just, the only one who ruled in favor of justice, unbiased and unaffected in all matters of emotional appeals. All those sent to his court are punished as deemed fit and none are exempt from his justice. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Sighing, Edmund, for that was who he was in this world, decided to take a shower to freshen up. Might as well, considering that he had already awoken. Fifteen minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, fully awake and ready for the day. A slight fond smile emerged on his face as he gazed down at his still asleep siblings. They were still the same as the ones he remembered. Lucy still slept with that blissful smile on her face, probably dreaming of unicorns and fairies. Susan had a gentle one, one of remembrance of the better times in their lives. Peter, though, he had one of joy. It was probably one that came with the memory of their father. With three of his siblings so emotional and driven by their emotions, it was no wonder that he had grown to embody winter. An utter realist he was. That changed to his driven sense of justice and logic when he was fully integrated. Thinking back to this morning, he felt whole. All his life as Edmund the mortal, he felt incomplete. Even as Winter, he felt incomplete. Now, he felt whole. He felt stronger, clearer of mind, and able to sympathize, but that didn't mean that he would be swayed by his emotions. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Deciding to take this chance, he quickly left the room and headed to where he knew the professor was. Nearing the door, he was unsurprised when it opened to reveal the professor, who smiled down at him in amusement. Amused himself, the Season went inside and took a seat in front of the man's desk, crossing his legs elegantly. Laughing under his breath, the professor closed the door and took his own seat. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""It would seem that you've aged but not lost any of your gift, old man." Edmund stated in utter amusement as he gazed at the old man. Long ago, back when he was still only the Season and not yet whole like he is now, he had met this man, though the man was only a boy. The boy was the nephew of a powerful magician, one who was connected to Narnia, past gatekeeper to Narnia. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""Indeed, your Grace, and It would seem that you've grown no less sensitive to the magics of the world. Tea?" The old man shot back. Laughing, Edmund accepted. Pouring a cup of Narnian tea, the young boy took a sip and hummed thoughtfully. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""You're reminiscing, old man." Edmund accused playfully. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""Is this not the time to reminisce? After all, the tables have turn, with myself being the elder and you the younger." The professor retorted in the same tone. Edmund only graced him with a hum and another sip of his tea. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""I should've known that you would take this chance to awaken me. Especially considering the way that we will be awakening." Edmund huffed, placing his cup on the professor's desk/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""It tis better to be safe than sorry, Your Grace. Long have passed since magic reigned." The old man chuckled as he refilled Edmund's cup and took a sip from his own./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""Indeed, yet the time is coming upon us when the other Seasons must awake and join in this battle to restore balance. No longer can we stay out of it. Our land and people are being threatened and that is something that I cannot ignore. Knowing my siblings the way that I do, I have no doubt that it is the same for them too, especially with the fake trying to claim that she is myself. How foolish of her. Her body cannot handle all of my power yet she tries to her more. That is an insult to myself and we both know how my siblings react to threats of such manner, especially Autumn." He scoffed as he picked up his cup and took a sip. Placing it down on it's saucer, he looked and eyes the cabinet behind the older. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" span class="Apple-converted-space" /span"Old man, since you knew that I would be here, you wouldn't happen to have Turkish Delights, would you?" He probed. The old man just laughed as he stood and went to the cabinet. Opening it and reaching in before closing it, the professor came back with an ornate container and a metal encased vial of a clear liquid. Placing both down in front of Edmund, he retook his seat and his drink, which he sipped happily. Reaching for the ornate container, he opened it to reveal it to be full of Turkish Delights. Happily taking one while placing the container onto the desk, he seemed to be in bliss as he ate and savored the taste of his favorite treat. Finishing the bite, he dusted the flour off of himself and his hands and placed the top back onto the container. Picking up the vial, he eyed it and enclosed a fist around it. Opening it a few minutes later, the vial was revealed to now be much smaller and an earring. Putting it on, he willed it lighter. To his pleasure, his magic obeyed. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" span class="Apple-converted-space" /span"Thank you for the gifts. It's not everyday that I receive Phoenix tears." Edmund nodded his head in gratitude. The professor nodded in return. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" span class="Apple-converted-space" /span"Your Grace, tomorrow, your sister will be entering Narnia. What are your plans in regards to that?" The professor asked the Season who only hummed softly in thought. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" span class="Apple-converted-space" /span"Indeed. That IS quite a conundrum, isn't it?" He sighed, "Knowing her, she would be oblivious to the dangers of Narnia and return a second time. Perhaps I'll let her be. It would be best if she learned to love our land before the rest of the family joins. As for myself...well, it would be best for me to avoid the witch and gather my forces. After she returns from her visit, I will enter myself and send out the word for my forces that I have returned and to gather for war. Knowing them, most likely we will be able to overwhelm the witch." /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"He stirred from his sleep and sat up. Slipping out of his bed, he went to the washroom. Washing his face, he looked up and stared at his reflection. Icy blue eyes, bright and swirling with the force of Winter itself, stared back at him. Blinking, he willed the eyes to fade back to his mortal color. A small smirk on his lips, he observed that he looked just like he does in his true form. Pale skin seemed paler and his youthful face lost his weariness. He seemed to have access to a third of power, but he saw no problem with that. He was a powerful being, him being Winter, but he knew that he should not be revealing himself. He could sense three dormant powers and two active in the area. The three he knew were his siblings still laying dormant whilst the two active could only be the professor and the gate to Narnia, the gate to his home. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Winter scoffed. Narnia was the home, his home, yet he, burdened by this human emotions, still considered this world his home. Now that his two sides had time to integrate, he saw both as his home, one where he could be a normal mortal, the other where he could be his true self. As far as he was concerned, it mattered not which world he inhabited. He was the last of the Four Seasons and the Beginning of the New. He ruled and he raged. He was the coldest of his siblings and also the most ruthlessly logical. He was the one who was unaffected by his emotions. He was the one who put the land to rest so that it would be renewed come spring. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Establishing his stance that differed much from his siblings was not a heard thing to do. He was the Just, the only one who ruled in favor of justice, unbiased and unaffected in all matters of emotional appeals. All those sent to his court are punished as deemed fit and none are exempt from his justice. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Sighing, Edmund, for that was who he was in this world, decided to take a shower to freshen up. Might as well, considering that he had already awoken. Fifteen minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, fully awake and ready for the day. A slight fond smile emerged on his face as he gazed down at his still asleep siblings. They were still the same as the ones he remembered. Lucy still slept with that blissful smile on her face, probably dreaming of unicorns and fairies. Susan had a gentle one, one of remembrance of the better times in their lives. Peter, though, he had one of joy. It was probably one that came with the memory of their father. With three of his siblings so emotional and driven by their emotions, it was no wonder that he had grown to embody winter. An utter realist he was. That changed to his driven sense of justice and logic when he was fully integrated. Thinking back to this morning, he felt whole. All his life as Edmund the mortal, he felt incomplete. Even as Winter, he felt incomplete. Now, he felt whole. He felt stronger, clearer of mind, and able to sympathize, but that didn't mean that he would be swayed by his emotions. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Deciding to take this chance, he quickly left the room and headed to where he knew the professor was. Nearing the door, he was unsurprised when it opened to reveal the professor, who smiled down at him in amusement. Amused himself, the Season went inside and took a seat in front of the man's desk, crossing his legs elegantly. Laughing under his breath, the professor closed the door and took his own seat. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""It would seem that you've aged but not lost any of your gift, old man." Edmund stated in utter amusement as he gazed at the old man. Long ago, back when he was still only the Season and not yet whole like he is now, he had met this man, though the man was only a boy. The boy was the nephew of a powerful magician, one who was connected to Narnia, past gatekeeper to Narnia. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""Indeed, your Grace, and It would seem that you've grown no less sensitive to the magics of the world. Tea?" The old man shot back. Laughing, Edmund accepted. Pouring a cup of Narnian tea, the young boy took a sip and hummed thoughtfully. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""You're reminiscing, old man." Edmund accused playfully. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""Is this not the time to reminisce? After all, the tables have turn, with myself being the elder and you the younger." The professor retorted in the same tone. Edmund only graced him with a hum and another sip of his tea. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""I should've known that you would take this chance to awaken me. Especially considering the way that we will be awakening." Edmund huffed, placing his cup on the professor's desk/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""It tis better to be safe than sorry, Your Grace. Long have passed since magic reigned." The old man chuckled as he refilled Edmund's cup and took a sip from his own./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;""Indeed, yet the time is coming upon us when the other Seasons must awake and join in this battle to restore balance. No longer can we stay out of it. Our land and people are being threatened and that is something that I cannot ignore. Knowing my siblings the way that I do, I have no doubt that it is the same for them too, especially with the fake trying to claim that she is myself. How foolish of her. Her body cannot handle all of my power yet she tries to her more. That is an insult to myself and we both know how my siblings react to threats of such manner, especially Autumn." He scoffed as he picked up his cup and took a sip. Placing it down on it's saucer, he looked and eyes the cabinet behind the older. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" span class="Apple-converted-space" /span"Old man, since you knew that I would be here, you wouldn't happen to have Turkish Delights, would you?" He probed. The old man just laughed as he stood and went to the cabinet. Opening it and reaching in before closing it, the professor came back with an ornate container and a metal encased vial of a clear liquid. Placing both down in front of Edmund, he retook his seat and his drink, which he sipped happily. Reaching for the ornate container, he opened it to reveal it to be full of Turkish Delights. Happily taking one while placing the container onto the desk, he seemed to be in bliss as he ate and savored the taste of his favorite treat. Finishing the bite, he dusted the flour off of himself and his hands and placed the top back onto the container. Picking up the vial, he eyed it and enclosed a fist around it. Opening it a few minutes later, the vial was revealed to now be much smaller and an earring. Putting it on, he willed it lighter. To his pleasure, his magic obeyed. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" span class="Apple-converted-space" /span"Thank you for the gifts. It's not everyday that I receive Phoenix tears." Edmund nodded his head in gratitude. The professor nodded in return. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" span class="Apple-converted-space" /span"Your Grace, tomorrow, your sister will be entering Narnia. What are your plans in regards to that?" The professor asked the Season who only hummed softly in thought. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" span class="Apple-converted-space" /span"Indeed. That IS quite a conundrum, isn't it?" He sighed, "Knowing her, she would be oblivious to the dangers of Narnia and return a second time. Perhaps I'll let her be. It would be best if she learned to love our land before the rest of the family joins. As for myself...well, it would be best for me to avoid the witch and gather my forces. After she returns from her visit, I will enter myself and send out the word for my forces that I have returned and to gather for war. Knowing them, most likely we will be able to overwhelm the witch." /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" span class="Apple-converted-space" /spanAnd it was with that that Edmund stood, the Turkish Delights in on hand and his earring already in his ear. Hiding his gifts will be child's play. He shook the professor's hand before leaving, his mind churning a mile per second. A blood thirsty grin grew on his face. Soon, it will be tome for him to send out his forces and for blood to be spilled, avenging his country men and subjects and all those innocent that had fallen by the witch's hands. Soon, Winter will reclaim his place and the other Seasons will join him in their palace, ruling as they were meant to. /p
