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Here's another Narnia drabble. I might end up making a series of them.
Narnia never lets him forget. Edmund is bombarded daily by reminders of people he has known and things he has done, even the train pulling into the station reminds him of the crash and chaos of battles fought. He clings to these memories as a lifeline and searches every day for echoes in his old world of the beauty and grace and wisdom of the life that was ripped away. He wishes for Peter's effortless strength or Lucy's joyful faith or even Susan's ignorant peace but he holds on as best he can, certain deep in his heart that Aslan will invite them all home someday.
Narnia never lets him forget. Edmund is bombarded daily by reminders of people he has known and things he has done, even the train pulling into the station reminds him of the crash and chaos of battles fought. He clings to these memories as a lifeline and searches every day for echoes in his old world of the beauty and grace and wisdom of the life that was ripped away. He wishes for Peter's effortless strength or Lucy's joyful faith or even Susan's ignorant peace but he holds on as best he can, certain deep in his heart that Aslan will invite them all home someday.