Edmund Pevensie Novels & Stories

Evelyn then said "I know it hurts that they aren't here with me anymore, but I will do my utmost to forgive you for everything. Thank you for telling me all about this." "Thank you Evelyn for letting go, grief can slowly turn into hatred I am glad you became the biggest person here. I have an early Christmas present for you." "Really?" Evelyn asked Edmund nodded and brought out an envelope he then said "Open it" Evelyn opened it and her name and that of her brother's were written as the owner of the Mill's Enterprise. Tears of joy filled her eyes and she hugged the old man and said "Thank you so much Edmund"

It's getting dark outside I'm sure. My broken heart kept beating as I closed my eyes and approached the TV. I intended to kill it right there because the remote control wasn't working but my shrill scream immediately echoed throughout the room because the bloody doll appeared on the screen just as I opened my eyes to find the male plug. I stood straight as I ran towards the door but before I could get close to it, it opened and spat out the pale Edmund. He let out a sigh of relief as his anxious eyes bore into me. I immediately went to him to hug him.

Joseph Lachlan *Flashback* {A few hours before Joseph found Mary} “Uncle, you called me?” I ask as I peek my head into his office. I was working on one of the shipments when I got a call from Uncle Albert, and he asked me to come to his office right away. I rushed here in half an hour; I couldn’t think of a single thing he would like to talk to me about. Aunt Florence was the only one in the McKinnon family who I think genuinely liked me. Joshua had his moments, but he was family.

One of them must have cast a spell… I simply lay there thinking they had only seen parts of my life, if after this they still think I didn’t deserve any compassion then they truly were all monsters… I looked at Edward, he was an elder man in his sixties. I hadn’t really seen him much back in Salem, only in passing once or twice, he was said to be very wise. It seemed he was my only hope. Magdalene seemed to be wavering… Samson looked pale, was he worried they’d probe into the truth of how he and his family treated me? The cold was biting into me, and it was hurting my head. Just as I was about to blackout from the biting cold, it was suddenly gone, and I gasped for air.

Purely triggered by none other than Marciano D’amato. With a sigh, I place my hand over my chest, feeling the beat of my heart slow down. Only for it to pick up again at the sound of a heavy knock on the door. “Coming,” I yell out startled, rushing to my feet instantly while wondering who was at the door and why. I swing the mahogany door open to reveal the housekeeper, Esmeralda. Her face is set in a slight frown; her light brows knitted together with a little scrunch to her nose.

The girl stood close to Edmund, her tiny hands tightly gripping his. She peeked at Wendy with a shy gaze. "Mommy," she called out again. Wendy couldn't muster a response. Edmund led the little girl closer and said, "Wendy, look at her. She's our daughter." Wendy greedily gazed at the girl, her eyes fixed on her without wavering. "Isn't she adorable?" Edmund asked. Wendy nodded unconsciously. He smiled. "I think so too, but unfortunately—"

she said. "She would have had opinions about everything," Silas said. Eleanor considered this. "Good opinions or bad ones?" she said. “entirely her own ones," I said. Eleanor nodded. "The best kind," she said. Silas's POV Edmund started school. He was four and three months and he started with the same energy he brought to everything: complete and loud. Where Eleanor had walked through the school gate without looking back, Edmund turned around three times before he reached the door. Not from anxiety. From the specific quality of someone who wanted to make sure they were keeping track of everything available.