The Good Son

By Rogue fan 212000

Narnia belongs to C.S. Lewis.

Edmunds small frame vanished among the dense forest. He deliberately ignored the commanding tone of his older brother. Peter is not the boss of me, thought the six year old boy. A shadow of defiance marked his dark brown eyes.

Even at this early age, a fragile wall of resentment was growing between the two boys. Edmund was a quiet storm. The signs of anger or affection came without warning. His secrets were guarded by solemn eyes.

Peters voice caused his anger to increase . He was getting closer . Edmund knew, Peter would soon over take him. Yet, Edmund stubbornly continued to run . Painful visions flooded his young mind . Peter was always the good son , just like Abel.

Was he destined to be like Cain ? Edmund remembered the paintings from the family Bible. Of course, Peter had fair hair like Abel , while Edmund sported the dark locks of Cain. One could always count on good old Peter. He knew no sin.

This thought made the young boys heart ache. Cain was the cursed child, who was rejected by the Father. Edmund struggled to force these dark thoughts away, as he ran through the forest.

A giant oak tree stood, in the heart of the forest. Its time worn branches reached out to Edmund . The boy found comfort , in having rough wood under his palms. Edmund loved the forest. He let the scents and sounds of the woods consume him.

A contented sigh escaped his lips . Little Edmund rested his tender face against the bark. For a moment , he forgot about everything. " Edmund ", Peter sighed in relief. He was accompanied by Susan, who followed closely behind him.

Edmund quickly climbed the great oak tree. He was far better at climbing than Peter. This simple thought gave him satisfaction . " Ed , please come down , " cried Susan .

In haste , Edmund placed a foot upon unsteady branch. A sickening snap of wood could be heard from above. The small boy fell into Peters arms. Edmunds adventure cost him , an ugly gash on his right knee. Bright blood coursed down his pale flesh, but Edmund refused to cry .

He pulled out of Peters embrace . " Get away ", he cried angrily . Edmund ignored the hurt , in Peters gentle blue eyes. Susan bent down to examine Eds wounded knee , but he refused her help. Edmund stubbornly limped back to the house .

He resisted any further aid from his siblings . During the night, a great storm ruined the sweet peace of slumber. Lighting danced across the stormy skies . Each flash of light revealed pink hues, which laced the gentle clouds.

The rolling thunder rattled , the windows of the Pevensie home . A four year old Lucy carried her teddy bear , as she ran down the hallway. Susan closely followed the weeping girl .

Their parents were away on a business trip. The poor children were under the care of stuffy old Aunt Alberta. Susan did her best to comfort her little sister. Lucy was determined to see Peter.

Lucy burst into the bedroom, which Peter and Edmund shared. Peter smiled, as his baby sister embraced him . He rested his face in her soft brown hair.

Peter needed her comfort , as much as she needed his. Little Lucys love and approval meant the world to him . Susan sat beside them . She beckoned for Edmund to join them. The boy stubbornly refused . He did not need Peter to protect him.

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