Dis-Actually, I think you get it by now.


Chapter 4

Some Spontaneously Receive

~And some have greatness thrust upon them~

Eustace

Falling through a painting and into an ocean. "That's what happens when you read all of those fanciful fairy tales." Traveling on a strange ship with strange creatures to unknown islands. "There are no wars to fight; why are we here?" Trying to impress everyone around you with how much you know. "There once was a boy called Eustace, who read books on facts that were useless." Turning into a dragon to realize that you can become a better person. "Extraordinary things only happen to extraordinary people." Saving the world from verdant evil. "We have nothing if not belief."

Edmund

He had never seen himself as truly brave. Picking on smaller children wasn't bravery, and he had always known that, deep down. Before today, he had never carried a sword. Never worn armor. Never dreamed he would find himself on the battlefield, watching helplessly as his side was being literally turned to stone. They can't do us any good if they can't move! Retreat would do nothing, he realized, if they had no army to regroup. The Wand. Her Wand. Destroy it, Son of Adam, the wind seemed to whisper. No time now, to wonder if he was brave…

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A/N: Okay, this is the last chapter of Twelfth Night. I'm not sure of how much I liked Edmund's part in it, but I'll let you readers be the judge of that. Thank you very much to those of you who read this, added it to favorites and alerts, and reviewed. It means the world to me, really! Hopefully I'll have more stories for you, soon!

~Melpomene