Airplanes
He remembered watching Peter hold a delicate paintbrush in his right hand and a wooden airplane in his left. Edmund had tried to make model airplanes himself once upon a time but he found that his little hands were too clumsy to add the glue and paint. Peter always offered to help but Edmund refused, after all, he was a big boy, he could do it all by himself. That was the first time Edmund saw an airplane and ever since he wanted to fly one.
The next time he saw one was when they were speeding mercilessly through the sky. This time he was not making the markings on the planes, but looking for them. If he saw a target he was safe but if he saw a cross then he was told to run as fast as he could to the bomb shelter. Sometimes he would look up and pretend that his father was in one of those planes, fighting to protect him. Edmund believed that until the night of the air raid when he saw a plane with a target fall. That could be his father he thought. The motor screamed above him and he screamed with them. The fire and the bombs and the noise and the pain. It was all too much. He wanted to run and hide, pretend that it wasn't happening but he couldn't tear his face from the glass. Edmund stopped wanting to be an air pilot that night.
The first and last time he purposely dug up that memory was in Narnia. The numbers against the Witch were short. There was no way they could win this not when more than half of Narnia was with her or under her spell. He snuggled closer to Peter as a cold breeze swept through the red and gold tent. Above him he heard a strong flapping. It had intense power behind it but was filled with a beauty and grace that was deadly. Careful to not wake the older boy he slipped into his shoes and hugged himself. He walked outside the tent and gazed at the sky and remembered the dreadful night back home. Suddenly, a majestic gryphon passed over him performing his night watch duty. Then an idea struck him.
"Peter! Peter wake up I have an idea!" He announced proudly. Peter groaned and rubbed his eyes.
"Airplanes Peter that's the key! Airplanes." Peter's eyes grew wide and he nodded with understanding.
"I think I saw some boulders they could drop not too far from camp. Oh and by the way Ed, you're a genius."
A/N Here is prompt number one! I think I might try to update again tonight with number two. This was hard to write and I don't think it was my best piece, who knows, maybe I'll come back to it later!
~Hain degistirildi (Previously Aces1219)