Edmund's arm felt much better after Doctor Jones (the physician, not the librarian) wrapped it properly. Reno also hadn't managed to roll him up in bubble wrap as he'd professed he might do on radio. Edmund fell asleep quickly again, although not with the exhaustion as with the night before, and he dreamed.

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Talking with Maugrim didn't last ( Read more... )

Edmund stumbled out and away from the tree line. Sweat and dirt matted his hair and streaked his face. His lip was split from where he'd fallen and rolled down a hill, and a gash on his arm was bandaged up with a ripped off part of his shirt. Zombies had nothing to do with his weekend ending with him walking uneasily towards the dorms. He didn't ( Read more... )

Home. It was an odd concept for Edmund. England no longer felt like home, and he had a hard time remembering it. Fandom definitely hadn't been home, just a stopover that Aslan had insisted on (and really, you don't argue with Aslan even if you profusely disagree). Narnia was home. From Cair Paravel to the Lantern Waste, this was his home, not ( Read more... )