روايات وقصص ضمن Edmund From Narnia

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR ~NARRATOR~ Edmund stood tall and proud, his powerful presence filling the room. Despite his age, he had the bearing of a warrior, his eyes gleaming with the fire of a man who had seen many battles. He was bald, yet very handsome. He spoke with a deep, resonant voice that seemed to fill the air around him. As he greeted Nora, she could not help but feel a sense of awe and respect. He seemed like a man who had seen and done many great things in his life.

She giggled and invited them. “Faiz, get off the bed and sleep somewhere else. My Lord will feel stuffy and uncomfortable with you in there. You are sturdy, I am sure you won't catch a cold.” Ashley was annoyed by her shameless nature. Edmund was no ordinary person, he was the future emperor. He was angry that Faiz wasn't listening to him. Edmund felt pleased by what Ashley just said. He was sticking to Amelia, so making him sleep in a cold place seemed like a good idea to take his sweet revenge.

The creature saw the girl was a little puzzled because of what happened, as those kids suddenly faded away, so he needed to give an explanation. “Stay calm. I let them go directly into my store. They’re safe.” The elf took a pointy cap from the high hanger using his wand and then told the girl: “What is your name, dear?” “Elizabeth ... Elizabeth Catherine Edwards.” The little creature when he heard the name smiled slightly. You couldn’t think that such a being could smile, considering he was always frowning, even when he spoke more softly than usual. “Are you the daughter of the late Edwards? I can’t tell you how happy I am to meet you. I’m so excited and happy ...”

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

Upon seeing this, Edmund chewed through the pill he had been hiding beneath his tongue. "You!" Hadirt's gaze flashed. At the same time, Wilbur, Felix, Grote, Augheimer, and the others came rushing out. Edmund's body jolted as a powerful energy aura spread out, breaking him out of Hadirt's grasp.

“Who?” The door opened wider. Edmund. “Edmund?” I stood quickly, surprised “You came all this way?” He smiled and opened his arms. “Of course. I had to make sure you were okay.” I crossed the room and hugged him tightly. “I’m so glad to see you.” We pulled apart, and Ryan peeked out from behind the doorframe, cautious. I motioned him over. “Ryan, this is Edmund. He’s a friend.” Edmund knelt and offered Ryan a small puzzle cube with shifting colors.

I pouted, lips upset. Looking back, I sat in the first place and saw the sunset, which was increasingly changing. Edmund also moved and now sat beside me, and it turned out he just wanted to see the sunset from all the fatigue and the busy he had done so far. Being a billionaire with many employees and companies, Edmund has a big responsibility and a high risk. What's this way I can understand if he becomes a temper because he's tired? But, em! Edmund is a jerk from birth! Huh.

cried Edmund in his mind. It was then that a voice sounded in his head. The voice was calm and deep. The voice was so charismatic and evoked old memories in Edmund's mind. [Edmund, Son of Jergintarth. Wake up! Did you hear me?] [Am I dreaming?] [No, you are not. Edmund, wake up, son!] [You heard my prayer.] [I hear you, Son.] Edmund's eyes immediately filled with tears as longing filled his chest until it felt tight. He had known that voice since he was a child. But he hadn't heard that voice in a long time.

“Hello again, young Damon. May I inquire; do you always speak with inanimate objects?” Damon froze, the plastic (abused) ends of the rake resting innocently over the ground, when the boy dropped it sheepishly. His pale face giving a twitch of discomfort as wispy lashes fluttered up to meet the crinkled grin of the man before him. “You’re that butler guy—Edmund.” “Indeed I am, young one.” Edmund said with a grin. “However, that doesn’t answer my inquiry. It’s polite to answer your elders, though I suppose if you don’t, I could always pretend I’m a hip twenty-something again.”

Until a figure stood at the door until its shadow obscured the light of the lantern. “Outrageous! You know we got kicked out by Edmund for your insolence like this! Entering a Leader's room without permission...." Wiggy turned around ready to shoot whoever the Elf was there, but the figure in front of him now stunned the young man. He is Edmund. Looks simple without fancy uniforms, without big robes, without a crown or national scepter. His face was flat, and so were his eyes. The man took a step closer. “So you finally realized the stupidity of your proud elves.”