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Post by King Edmund on Jun 28, 2008 2:02:20 GMT -5
It was early evening, the sun was setting behind the trees of Narnia, a boy in royal robes walked up towards the Stone table, a magnificent table in the middle of no where which was broken in half by deep magic long ago.
Edmund was the boy, he had been having dreams about the Stone Table for weeks on end now, imagining see the White Witch standing there, he walked up to it and placed a hand, staring down in wonder and slight scariness of it.
Something moved behind him and Edmund turned sharply, a figure was coming towards him...Edmund's eyes widened as he saw to his horror it was the White Witch, or he thought it was.
Drawing his sword, the boy pointed it at the on coming figure but to anyone else, it would looked like he was mad...pointing his sword to someone who wasn't there and was long dead.
"Get away from me." Edmund shouted, the figure kept on coming and Edmund sank to his knees, head in his hands, pulling his knees up to rest on his head, he was beginning to cry, this could not be happening, the terrible night when he could have been killed was all coming back...
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Post by cassy on Jun 28, 2008 7:02:51 GMT -5
Cassandra was far from home, yes, but it wasn't a problem tonight. Tonight, there was a gathering in Lantern Waste and Cassandra had taken the somewhat longer way home, past the Stone Table. But as she stopped to admire the great table and it's ancient magic, she found she wasn't the only one there that night. No, she was not alone, for King Edmund was there as well. She made her way closer to him from behind him, and was shocked to find him pointing his sword at nothing.
Alarmed, Cassandra almost turned to leave, but as he sunk to the ground, crying, she couldn't help but go to him. "Sire?" she whispered quietly to him, wondering if she should've just left before. "Are you alright, your Majesty?" It was so surreal to be talking to him...to be even this close to him...She daren't touch him, though. For one, it would be rather rude, and for two, it was simply unthough of. A commoner touching a King.
She kneeled down next to him, worried, and said, "Your Highness, what is it? What's the matter?"
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Post by King Edmund on Jun 28, 2008 9:30:42 GMT -5
"Sire? Are you alright, your Majesty?" Edmund heard a soft women's voice close by. He suddenly thought it was the witch and curled up even more, not wanting her to touch him, he didn't look at the girl even though Cassandra wasn't the women he feared even now.
The person who ever it was knelt down next to him, "Your Highness, what is it? What's the matter?"
Edmund raised his head to look at the girl, he realized that it wasn't the witch, it was a Narnian. "Oh." It wasn't the witch after all. "Oh god." Edmund said, whiping tears away from his eyes. "The witch...she was..." he looked around in complete confusion.
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Post by cassy on Jun 28, 2008 23:09:00 GMT -5
Cassandra frowned. The Witch? "The Witch, Sire? But I thought she was...Is she back?!" Cassandra gasped, standing up. She tried to prepare herself for the inevitable cold that was to come. After all, the White Witch reigned over Winter. She'd known it'd been too good to be true.
"Which way did she go, your Majesty?" Cassandra asked, her dagger alert in her hand. If they could thwart her early, they might have a chance to survive and no more would have to die.
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Post by King Edmund on Jun 29, 2008 2:20:15 GMT -5
The girl had risen to her feet and Edmund shook his head, "No, I don't think she was here...I think I just imagined her here, its fine please sit." he muttered, not looking at the girl as she stood up, he felt extremely stupid.
What was happening to him? He was acting so oddly and a narnian had just come up to him and asked him the matter! Edmund now felt like hitting himself. He slowly looked around, there was no person apart from the two of them, had he been dreaming after all?
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Post by cassy on Jun 29, 2008 9:02:01 GMT -5
Cassandra glanced at the King and said, "At your will, Sire." She curtseyed politely and leaned against the sacred table, watching him. "Pardon the intrusion, your Majesty, but...you say you imagined the Witch? Why is that so? Aslan killed her, did he not?" She couldn't understand how the White Witch could come back after having Aslan of all people-or animals-kill her.
She looked up at her young king and frowned. He was a good king. King Edmund the Just, after all...But he was troubled. Very, very troubled. And apparently, it had something to do with Jadis. She didn't know all the details, but while she was in Aslan's camp before the war, she'd heard many a story about how troublesome King Edmund had been and how he'd helped Jadis. Perhaps this was his punishment? To be forever plagued by guilt?
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Post by King Edmund on Jun 29, 2008 11:10:57 GMT -5
"Pardon the intrusion, your Majesty, but...you say you imagined the Witch? Why is that so? Aslan killed her, did he not?"
Edmund looked at the women and he nodded. "Yes, Aslan did kill her..." he trailed off feeling extremely stupid too and sat down on the stone table, or he sat down on the part he could as it was broken in half.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude..." he trailed off, she was thinking, she better not be thinking horrible thoughts about himself! "What is your name?" he asked her, he hadn't seen a women like this around, maybe she was new or he was just selfish and didn't notice people.
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Post by cassy on Jun 29, 2008 14:46:34 GMT -5
Cassandra smiled softly and said, "No offence taken, milord. My name is Cassandra. It's a pleasure to meet you in person," she stood and bowed. "If you don't mind, what brings you to this table, Sire?" It seemed somewhat strange to her, now that she thought about it, for someone so haunted by the being of the White Witch to come back to the very same table she had slain Aslan at...An act of utmost treachery.
Then again, she herself was there. Maybe he was there for her reason. To feel the magic around the table that was available almost nowhere else in Narnia. Of course, there were other highly magical places, but the Stone Table was one of the most known. After all, Lantern Waste was where the Kings and Queens had entered Narnia to save them all, but Aslan, the Ruler of all of Narnia and the World Beyond the Seas was killed and resurrected on this very table, breaking it with the sheer force of the ancient magic spell...
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Post by King Edmund on Jun 30, 2008 11:44:23 GMT -5
"No offence taken, milord. My name is Cassandra. It's a pleasure to meet you in person,"
Edmund smiled slightly, but not too much as he felt that he shouldn’t look to smug like he had in the old days.
"If you don't mind, what brings you to this table, Sire?"
Now that was a question, Edmund shrugged and looked to the table. ”I have never told anyone this apart from my fellow royals but I would have been the one to die here if Aslan hadn’t stepped in, in my place…I don’t know why he did it, to be kind I guess…The reason I come here is to remember the past, and I haven’t been here for so long, I wanted to see if my dreams were correct…” he trailed off, he knew that the girl had no idea what he was on about. He touched the table lightly with a finger and ran it along the crack in the stone, ”My sisters were here when this table cracked.” Edmund muttered to Cassandra as he looked up at her, he felt more like a boy than ever now.
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Post by cassy on Jun 30, 2008 15:34:13 GMT -5
"I would have been the one to die here if Aslan hadn’t stepped in, in my place…"
Cassandra listened in silence. She was touched that he'd cared to share that information with him. She smiled at him and said, "Aslan knew Narnia needed you. In a way, Aslan is a part of you." She stood and walked over to him, looking at the crack his finger was touching and said, "Narnia will always remember you, no matter your past faults and Narnia will always love you as the King you are now. You're King Edmund the Just because you've learned a valuable lesson."
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Post by King Edmund on Jul 1, 2008 14:13:06 GMT -5
"Aslan knew Narnia needed you. In a way, Aslan is a part of you."
Edmund tutted, "Hmm...well, I dunno, I did look pretty stupid." he muttered shuffling his feet in the leaves as he spoke. "Oh god." he muttered as he lent against the stone table, "what is wrong with me!?" he banged his head against the palm of his hand, feeling really stupid.
Cassandra had walked over to him and looked down at the crack.
"Narnia will always remember you, no matter your past faults and Narnia will always love you as the King you are now. You're King Edmund the Just because you've learned a valuable lesson."
She spoke wisely, like she knew things that Edmund didn't. He looked up at her and nodded. He heard a rusling in the woods and looked up, touching the sword at his side, but it was just the wind blowing in the trees gently.
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Post by cassy on Jul 1, 2008 20:02:48 GMT -5
Cassandra smiled at him and said, "What hurts you in the past can only make you stronger in the future. You must learn from your mistakes and learn not to judge yourself, but to accept yourself for who you truly are." Now she was just spouting out ancient proverbs her teachers had forced down her throat at an early age.
She, too, looked up as the wind rustled the branches but, unlike Edmund who wasn't as wise to the sounds of the forest as she was, she knew it was simply a breeze. There was a certain symphony of sounds unique to the forest and, being an Elf and growing up in the forest (albeit the frozen forests), she'd learned all about the sounds. But he had time to learn. She had no doubt that he'd learn as much as, if not more than, Cassandra about the forests and their sounds.
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Post by King Edmund on Jul 5, 2008 1:16:45 GMT -5
"What hurts you in the past can only make you stronger in the future. You must learn from your mistakes and learn not to judge yourself, but to accept yourself for who you truly are."
Cassandra spoke like she was his mother but no matter. She did seem to know best. The four children had become closer together but now they had started to drift apart ever so slightly, Ed had admitted to Susan that he wanted to go home and Susan had shouted at him for saying things that where not true in her mind.
"I better get back to the castle." Edmund muttered after a second or two of pure silence, listening to the trees and birds and other woodland creatures that lurked in the forests of Narnia.
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