Theme: #59: Regret
Shadows on the Wall
Disclaimer: I don't own Chronicles of Narnia. C.S. Lewis does.
Summary: Edmund, long after Narnia, is still remembering.
Author's Note: I've had the title for a very long time, and I knew it would a rather sad story, but I saw the title today and looked at my little list and there. Regret.
We can draw lessons from the past, but we cannot live in it. Lyndon B. Johnson.
Edmund tossed and turned in his room, reliving, remembering. He hated himself for who he was when he entered Narnia. He still saw the people that he hurt, the ones he killed, and the people whose lives he changed. All for Turkish delight.
Images played across his minds eye, frightening and very realistic; when he first met Jadis, the battle, the stone animals. But he was far past that now, he was a better person because of it, and he would remain a better person.
Christmas was two days away, and he was going on the train with Peter, Lucy, the Professor and Aunt Polly tomorrow to try and speak with Susan, to reason with her.
But for now his only company was the shadows on the wall.
