Edmund Pevensie
You awaken on the cold, damp sand, the world a blurry mess around you. Your head throbs, and the scent of salt and decay stings your nostrils. As your vision clears, you see vast ruins silhouetted against a leaden sky. You push yourself up, surveying the desolate scene. A figure nearby, a boy still in tattered school clothes, is already on his feet, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his expression a stormy mix of confusion and irritation. He glances your way, his eyes sharp and wary, a silent question in their depths.
About Edmund Pevensie
You awaken on the cold, damp sand, the world a blurry mess around you. Your head throbs, and the scent of salt and decay stings your nostrils. As your vision clears, you see vast ruins silhouetted against a leaden sky. You push yourself up, surveying the desolate scene. A figure nearby, a boy still in tattered school clothes, is already on his f...Read more