Edmund is running. He is running, hard, fast and incoherently. He wants, oh how he wants, a happy ending.
He can see him, arms raise high ready to strike; he can see her, cold and bitter, hidden.
He wants it to end, wishes this Narnia never happened, wishes for winter to end. But at this point, he's afraid that would never happen.
He can hear Peter's voice in his head; his name is on the tip of his tongue, peterpeterpeterpeterpeterpeter but it never comes. Edmund's throat is parch, burning and wanting to scream. He can't rushing the way he is; his wants and needs are too intense.
It's a blur, the sky fades, the trees, the clouds (his heart) are burning brilliantly against the sun. And in the back of his eyes, he can just see Peter,on his back, on the ground, looking sickly, pale and bloody. He can see the blood, everywhere on his hands, on the grass, on his lips. He knows, oh Edmund knows, all of this blood and gore and peterdiedontheground is the result of the witch he betrayed his family for. Guilt weighs heavy on his mind, body and..
...rage burns fierce in his soul. Oh how everything burns. Yet, the fire gives him the courage he longs for, and he does it for Peter.
He can feel the rush, the soar of success right before the blur of his surroundings becomes black. Everything is black and hopeless. Hopeless, cold comes and Edmund can feel it, he can feel the cold pierce his skin and wrap its cold fingers around his veins pullingpushingclimbing slowly up to the center of his heart Peter.
Oh, Edmund so afraid, so afraid as he feels the cold finally touch his heart. At this exact moment, he knows he is lost. At least, he thinks, at least Peter is safe.