Novel & Cerita Edmund Pevensie

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

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.”

King Edgar Barnabas looked at Edmund's face curiously. From a very long time ago, he was a reliable trader and liked to collect antiques. Sometimes he came to black-market auctions to hunt for rare items that were considered lost and destroyed in Magica. Since Edmund's appearance, he had felt that Duke Brighton's face was very familiar, even though he could say this was the first time they had met.

We nearly toppled backward before I regained my balance. “It’s the biggest unicorn ever!” she continued excitedly, oblivious to my near fall. “Her name is Sparkles and she has magic powers and Edward says she’ll protect me from bad dreams!” I hugged her tightly, breathing in her sweet scent, untainted by the ugliness I’d faced tonight. “That’s wonderful, sweetheart.” Over Debbie’s shoulder, I met Edward’s gaze as he rose smoothly to his feet. His amber eyes registered surprise at my appearance. “Penelope,” he greeted me carefully. “Is everything alright?”

I knew what he was getting at but I played along. “Yeah, but most likely it was me. I need your fucking brain in my team, kiddo. The central station? Never thought, the Cuckoo would be a kid. I would say it doesn’t make sense but here you are in front of my very own fucking eyes. Wow!” Edmund exclaimed while repeatedly licking his lips in excitement. “You’re a genius. It wasn’t just the central…tell me about the—”

“Hang on a second. I have something for you. Stay here.” I get to his door before he scrambles after me, following me into my room at the end of the hall. “This is Ray,” I say, taking my scruffy unicorn from my bed. “He was mine when I was a kid, and he kept me safe. He’ll keep you safe too.” Edward looks at the stuffed animal, not sure whether to believe me or not. A few seconds pass and he hugs Ray. “Can you feel his protection powers?” “I do!”

Xender teased as he entered the room, offering her a reassuring smile. Emily paused, exhaling a laugh. “I’m just a bit nervous, I guess. It’s not every day you meet the person who’s been there for your brother through everything.” Xender nodded, understanding her feelings. “I get it. But from what Tony’s told us, Isabella is great. She’s been a real rock for him.”

"The paperwork's had been signed and stamped and so you won't have any trouble incase her parents shows up in the nearest picture." Outside a Wagon was waiting with Edmund wielding a tosso . "Is that the famous 'Susan Asgard ' ?" Edmund said with amusement as they walked out with Susan hold both their hands. Edmund got down from the carriage to open the doors and properly acknowledge the little mysterious daughter of Claire . "Hello little one ." Edmund said as he stretches his hand. Susan appeared not interested as she ignored his hands but tugged at her mother instead. "She is a shy one Edmund don't give yourself a headache ". Melvin laughed richly as Edmund opened the doors to the carr

“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.”

Daisy snorted, then said angrily, "Once you can't, you can't!" Edmund started to get a little emotional, he said in a high tone to his wife. In fact, this was the first time Edmund spoke in a high tone and protested against his wife, “We haven't seen each other for decades, our homeroom teacher is over 80 years old. I don't know how long he can live. If I don't meet him now, maybe I will never meet him. I don't have the chance to thank him anymore!”