PROLOGUE
It was the winter of 1949. Edmund hated cold days even when there's no snow. It made him freeze right on that scar in his stomach.He brought his hands to his mouth blowing warm breath on them in an useless atempt to easy the cold. He shoud've packed his gloves when mother told him to.
"Are you alright, Ed?'' His older brother was sat beside him at the train station, his nose slighly red from sniffing that cold breeze.
"It's freezing!'' Edmund was known for his bad mood in days like this.
''They will be here soon...they will be there soon'' The truth was that Peter was exploding from exciment and anxiety, but he knew better to stay calm for his brother sake. Edmund was just anxious and he didn't want to make him more nervous.
They had no idea what was going on in Narnia, they only knew something was wrong and that Eustace and Jill were needed there...really soon. 'Maybe this is what's bothering Ed' Peter thought while looking at the dark haired man at his side.
When they received the message from king Rilian asking for help, Edmund was the first to show preocupation. Peter knew his brother way too well, even when he tried to hide his emotions. Of course they were all worried about what in the bloody hell was going on for a king to magically appear to them in professor's Digory dinning table. Yet Peter couldn't help but feel hope that he would actually come back...after all those years. It couldn't be a coincidence that Rilian begged for help right when they were all together, remembering their glorious times in Narnia, no! Peter knew somehow he would come back. He knew he had to come back. And that thought made him happy regardless of what was going on in his kingdom to make it's current king request their presence.
Edmund on the other hand looked like a kettle ready to explode, knocking his foot on the floor nonstop, gazing at the direction the train was supposed to come. He was anxious. But not the good kind of anxious.
Peter touched the magical rings placed safely in his right pocket for the tenth time. Aslan forbide he loses Jill and Eustace's only way back to Narnia, right?
"What do you think that happened?'' Edmund broke the silence. ''Do you think...do you think she is back?"
''Why would she be back? Do you feel something?!" Peter whispered the last question. It couldn't be Jadis. Aslan had killed her.
''No...just the usual freezing cold in my bloody scar'' He half whispered while still looking at the train tracks ''but why have we seen it?'' He finally glanced at the blonde beside him ''I can't stop thinking about it. It doesn't make sense for us to have had that vision...Aslan said we wouldn't come back. It makes sense for Jill and Eustace to have seen it, but us...'' Edmund let out a foggy breath '' I know we're not even adolescents anymore, I can't help but wonder though... ''
"Do you think Aslan was calling us too?" Peter voiced the question that was burning up on his heart since the moment they saw the face of Caspian's son tied to a tree.
''I am not sure Peter, but if he did, there is something bigger happening. Something bigger than Narnia has ever seen, than that whole world, including us have ever seen''
Edmund shifted aggitated on his sit bitting his nails, 'bloody disgusting habbit' Peter almost could hear his sister complaning about their young brother's terrible king manners. 'If Susan was here she would slap his hand off of his mouth' Peter thought with a nostalgic smile, but it quickly disapeared. Oh, how his sister has grown distant...
Putting Susan's topic in his head to rest, he decided to ease up the mood.
He glanced at his brother looking at his pocket watch again. It was nine o'clock sharp. Lucy should be there soon with Jill and Eustace.
''It's not up to us Ed, we did everything we could've done. We've got the rings, we should worry no further. This is not our fight'' It hurt him to say that. Felt like he was abandoning his people, but even thought Peter felt in his heart that somehow he would come back to Narnia, he didn't want to keep hopes too high up. He didn't want to keep Edmund's hopes high up. From all of the Pevensies, Ed and Lucy were the ones who missed Narnia the most, for being the youngest and for being there longer than Peter and Susan.
''You're right...I just have a bad feeli-'' Edmund was interrupted by a loud noise. The ground started to shake.
If it wasn't for other people at the station also getting startled by the abruptant sound, the Pevensie brothers would've actually thought it was Aslan calling them by the same way he did when Caspian was in troble years ago. But it wasn't. This was real. Well, earthly real. Tragically real.
They quickly stood up to examinate the situatuion: the train had finally arrived, but it was fast for a locomotive that was supposed to stop whitin seconds. Way too fast.
''Something is wrong.'' Was the sentence Edmund heard his brother say, while he tried to push him by the arm in order to make them grow a certain distance between themselves and the tracks. The brothers were dangerously close to them.
"MOVE BACK! MOVE BACK!" The Pevensies heard a man wearing a guard uniform scream, running toward the people who were close to the tracks, pushing them away. Edmund couldn't even process the situation, the screams, people running around him; he didn't even notice when a lady carring her child bumped on his sholders while she ran for her and her daughter's life. Everything happened in slow motion through his eyes.
A cataclysmic clash. The front wagon of the locomotive slamed into another train that was aproaching the east side of the station through another train track. The crash caused both trains to derail, aiming at two brothers expecting their youngest sister Lucy, their cousin Eustace, their friends Jill, Digory and Polly; as well as other people standing on that platform waiting impacientianly for a train...maybe expecting friends, families; maybe waiting to make a business trip, or a vacation trip. But the train never came...or so they thought.
And when everything Edmund could see was black, the train wreck had already taken many lives with it.
