Dark Witch

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A/N: This chapter is rated PG-13. There is an intimate scene in this chapter. I wrote it like you watch an intimate scene from Teen Drama shows or PG-13 movie. I will put an indication when things get heated if you are not interested in it. Also, Edmund is back to his adult appearance, not teenage form.

Chapter 20: Dream

Eirlys POV

When I open my eyes, I stared at Edmund. The spell had work, as we were in the memory. Only this time, he was no longer in the appearance of an adolescent, but when he was twenty-three years old. The same appearance when Aslan had us in the Ford of Beruna. Edmund lifted his hand, seeing it much bigger then looked around us. We were no longer in Telmar Castle. Instead, we were back at the lake. Back when we shared our first kiss.

Edmund got up, walking over to the lake to stare at his reflection in the water. Seeing his face once more. I could have gone the age he was when we last saw each other. The day he left Narnia. At the time, there was news of a white stag. The Pevensies and I were after the White Stag for two different reasons. They thought the White Stag will grant wishes; meanwhile, I was hunting it to be one of Jadis's animals. Bringing back a rare memory home. Peter, Susan, and Lucy didn't spot me, but Edmund did. Now at the age of twenty-eight. Yet, in this memory, we were back when he was twenty-two.

"You always surprise me," Edmund said, dipping his hand in the water.

He glanced around with a smile, "You look beautiful in color."

"You don't like my dark dresses?" I asked.

"No offense, but when you wear black, it makes you ghastly pale and gaunt," he confessed.

"Well, I'll keep that in mind," I murmured, staring at my blue dress.

Edmund smiled as he came over. He sat down next to me on the blanket, where there was a basket filled with sweets and a waterskin of wine. Not bothering to touch it, he stared at me. There was a shimmer of emotions. To him, it has been six years, for me…it has been 1305 years.

"So…why do you want to come here?" I asked.

"I…I wanted to feel like myself," He answered. "My siblings and I feel out of place. Trap in the wrong body of age. You saw how Trumpkin treated Lucy like she was delicate. Back home, we are treated like children, because we are back to being children. Mentally I'm twenty-nine stuck in a fifteen-year-old body. Susan and Peter, have it worse. Susan is so mature; she struggles with boys flirting with her. And Peter, he's so used with authority, and now it is gone…until coming back."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. "I can somewhat relate to it. I've have looked the same since I turned ninety. Only when I'm frail to I slightly look older until I freshen up again."

Edmund nodded, "I bet countless men went after you."

"Many, but I declined; the worse is when their sons and grandsons do the same," I chuckled.

"Yet immortality is never enlightening after many centuries. When friends come and go, and a promise in protecting their child, which the cycle repeats again."

"Do you wish to be mortal?" he asked.

"When the time is right, and Narnia no longer needs me," I answered.

"I'm sure now Caspian, and my family is here. There is no worry," he assured, taking my hand, entwining our fingers.

If only he knew. Once Aslan believes the Pevensies are no longer needed, they will return to Spare Oom. It could be days, months, or years, but it won't be an extended period. Not a lifetime's worth. If I was selfish, I would have searched for the Garden of Youth, where the tree of youth resigns. Aslan's Garden was in my territory, yet Aslan told me no one without a pure heart could enter. I have encountered the gate many times, and when I try to open it out of curiosity, it would not budge. There was a saying, only a fool would dream of going in unless he had been sent there on very special business. Even with my acute hearing, all I heard was solemn silence. If I had tried harder to gain the forbidden fruit, could I save a lot of lives to stay with me forever?

So far, only my friends of nature have lived this long. The dryads, the naiads, and the nymphs. Although, the dryads and nymphs live as long as their trees still stand. The naiads thrive when water is still flowing. Five hundred years, I was alone from familiar friends, Bircha and Bacchus. If I had the silver apple or a vial of its cider…am I able to condemn someone to an immortal life?

Only the Emperor-beyond-the-sea can decide who lives and who dies. Even though he has created plants that can save lives, they are rare. Father Christmas spent years collecting the juice of the Fire Flowers. It was sheer luck when I found the Sun-Drop Lilium since seasons of death kill them off. Still, Jadis took the bite of the Silver Apple and condemned me into eternal life. I can die in battle from critical injury. Yet sickness and time are not my enemy, not like how mortal creatures have lived.

I stared at our hands. Our fingers still entwined. Feeling the pull once more. The selfish pull of keeping him here forever. Never lose him again. Bacchus and I were platonic, although we filled out sexual desires, our feelings were more towards friendship. Coriakin, he was the closes person I had to love, yet we were bound by duty. And yet, the love I have for Edmund has never faded.

After the Eternal Winter, I learned about the Seven Deadly Sins: Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Envy, Wrath, and Pride. I was raised by a mother who was all Wrath, Pride, Greed, and Envy. I was basically Sloth in my youth, clouded by the truth of Jadis's lies. And in the past 1315 years, my sins have been pride, lust, and greed. Wanting more to feel something and give it in return. The cause of my actions being here right before me. Edmund in the appearance when I fell in love. Should I allow my temptation to take control or stay cautious, so I wouldn't be hurt again?

Before I could make the decision, Edmund decided as he leaned over and kissed me. This time I did not resist. The thin string that has resisted him snapped. All the emotions pouring out as I kissed him back. The longing to be touched, caressed, and loved. Slowly, I moved that I was straddling his lap while his hands wrapped around my waist. I cradle his face, staring into those dark pools. My fingers tracing his jaw, feeling the structure of his face. I started to lean forward, but his hands came to hold my face the same way as I was holding his. Stopping the progression towards his lips.

"Eirlys," he breathed tightly, almost a hiss.

"Oh," I whispered, thinking he did not want this. "Sorry."

I was about to stand up, except his hands returned to my waist, restraining me from leaving. I stared at him, confused. Lately, Edmund has been an enigma. Not knowing what he is thinking and does the unexpected. Did he want to be in this memory just to feel like his age and talk or something intimate?

"Eirlys," he murmured. "I need to know if you want me back? I understand over the years you had to move on, but I need to know."

"What do you need to know?" I asked.

"I…I've never stopped loving you." He answered. "I know I have failed you during the last five years of the Golden Age. Not fighting for you to unite our two kingdoms. Hell, I should have just left Cair Paravel and stood by your side in the Western Wild."

"Then, why didn't you?" I asked. "I've written to you so many times, and you barely answered when word came of your diplomatic return." My eyes began to water. "I gave you my trust, my heart, and let you be my first. I need to know the truth, Edmund? I waited for five years." I took a deep breath looking down. "I spent 1300 years trying to forget you, Edmund Pevensie. Yet you were like a ghost haunting me."

Edmund took a deep breath, "I know. You deserve better. I tried so many times, at first, I had to wait after the cave. Slowly I tried to seep the idea to my family, into the council. Yet Peter being the High King…he just didn't get it. I grew up about family, and I was put on the spot to choose between you or my family. So, when Mr. Tumnus mentioned the White Stag, I thought I can make a wish to have both. That you can be part of my family and the Narnians truly united."

I nodded, taking a deep breath.

"But I'm here now," he said, taking my hands. "And this time, my siblings got to know you. Peter

respects you, Susan and Lucy adore you."

"Being their Dear Witchy Friend," I muttered.

Edmund chuckled from that, "Yeah. Now that we are back, I won't leave you again."

"You don't know that," I said with a sigh.

Edmund cradle my cheek, "Trust me."

Sadly, I cannot trust him on this, knowing Aslan made his decision. What is Narnian must stay in Narnia? All those who are not just returned to the world of men. Like our last intimate encounter, the words 'just once' whispered in my head. All the years of hardship, let me have this moment to be with him. But I couldn't say the words for his promise. Instead, I kissed him.

All the emotions being pressed against his lips, expressing how much I loved him after all this time. Edmund kissed me back, his hands moving about working on the lacings of my dress while I worked on his tunic's fasting. Our hands were everywhere, the desperation to be one again. When we pulled back to breathe, I stared into his brown eyes seeing they were clouded with lust and love, and I knew mine was the same.

I reached for his tunic yanking it off his body along with this shirt, and before I knew it, I was on the ground with him hovering over me. I let my hands run along this body, feeling the scars from battle, especially the one on his abdomen where Jadis stabbed him. He did the same, removing my gown, leaving me in my chemise and corset. His hand reached the front lacing pulling on the strings until they come undone. The constriction of support vanished, follow by tossing the corset aside, he stared down at me, taking a moment in.

"Is something wrong?" I asked panting.

Edmund shook his head, "You're beautiful."

I snorted, shaking my head, "Are you sure it is not the jinn trait?"

"More than that," he rested his hand over my heart. "Inside and out."

(Intimate Scene starts here.)

I smiled, slightly resting a hand on his. Edmund maneuvered our hands to be entwined and brought them up to kiss my knuckles. We took our time taking the rest of our clothing off. Hands touching each other, feeling what has been forgotten. Lips touching flesh, earning soft moans, and sighs.

When the time came, I laid on my back with Edmund hovering over me. There was a soft smile before leaning down, kissing my lips. Slowly, he moved inside me, filling me completely. We shared this significant moment. No matter what era, the Son of Adam, the Silver and Just King has altered me from a lost soul to being found. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to kiss. His chest pressed against my own while moving together. Feeling my magic spiraling around with excitement.

(Intimate scene ends here)

A sacred dance, one as old as time. Even though this was a dream, it felt so real. A memory from the past becoming the present. Deep down, I don't want this dream to end. To keep Edmund here forever and never return to reality. Sadly, I do not have the same ability to make this memory of a dream timeless. Take a life span into another dimension while the real world will wake us up when dawn comes.

We made love to make up for the lost time.

When we are done, satisfied we laid there on the blanket, Edmund's arms wrapped around me,

his hand rubbing along my shoulder, while my leg hunched over his knees, anchoring him there. Neither of us wanted this to be over.

"Wow," Edmund panted.

"You enjoyed that?" I murmured, tracing his chest.

He nodded, "Although, it will be better when we do it for real."

I played along, "When you are older."

"Mentally, I'm almost thirty," he countered.

"Yet, I'm not attracted to you physically as an adolescent. Also, crossing the line of taboo." I stated.

"You know, in my world, in historical times people were intimate at a young age. Some grooms were younger than their bride. King Henry VIII was six years younger than Catherine of Aragon.

Then again, he did marry six times."

I scoffed, flicking his nose hard. Edmund winced, scrunching his nose to elevate the pain while muttering, "I deserved that."

"Yes, that you did," I said, then pecked the tip of his nose.

Edmund smiled back and pressed his lips against my own. I savored this kiss. Savoring this moment. Deep down, I want this moment to last forever. For when we wake, any day, he will be gone. I may have my Narnian friends and Caspian, but it is not the same I have here in Edmund's arms. Feeling safe, loved, and comfort.

I wish Aslan can let him stay forever.

"I love you," I whispered along his lips.

"I love you too," Edmund murmured in return.

Hey, what do you guys think? Should I write a full detail in what happened in this chapter? Let me know what you think if I should write a rated M short story of this moment?

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