It was a lovely warm day;the sun was shinning in the sky, as bright as ever.Edmund Pevensie or should I say King Edmund, the Just?He hadn’t seen his siblings for a long time;his life had been full of training, training for battle that was just around the corner.Edmund galloped through the forest, his horse Moon was galloping along, his hooves hitting the soft ground in a rhythm, animals and birds hurried out of the way of the on coming King as he went, so talking to him as they ran with him, Edmund laughed, galloping on.

The wind blew through his hair as he found himself in familiar territory;the trees looked the same as they had done all those moons ago when the children had first entered Narnia.He saw a figure sitting on the ground, sitting in front of the lamppost that seemed to always be there and never go away;well it wouldn’t because it was a lamppost…duh.

He trotted over to the figure, seeing the hair, seeing the face, he recognised her as Akira, she didn’t look happy, he hadn’t seen her in ages, what was she doing here all alone?”Akira.”he said softly, jumping off Moon and letting him go to eat grass, stepping carefully so to not trip over his cloak and to not startle her.

”You alright?”he asked.

It was a lovely warm day; the sun was shinning in the sky, as bright as ever. Edmund Pevensie or should I say King Edmund, the Just? He hadn’t seen his siblings for a long time; his life had been full of training, training for battle that was just around the corner.

Edmund galloped through the forest, his horse Moon was galloping along, his hooves hitting the soft ground in a rhythm, animals and birds hurried out of the way of the on coming King as he went, so talking to him as they ran with him, Edmund laughed, galloping on.

The wind blew through his hair as he found himself in familiar territory; the trees looked the same as they had done all those moons ago when the children had first entered Narnia. He saw a figure sitting on the ground, sitting in front of the lamppost that seemed to always be there and never go away; well it wouldn’t because it was a lamppost…duh.

He trotted over to the figure, seeing the hair, seeing the face, he recognised her as Akira, she didn’t look happy, he hadn’t seen her in ages, what was she doing here all alone? ”Akira.” he said softly, jumping off Moon and letting him go to eat grass, stepping carefully so to not trip over his cloak and to not startle her.

”You alright?” he asked.