This is just a little drabble on something that's been bugging me since I saw The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. As always, I don't own it.
500 words exactly.
He joined them.
Even as Edmund stood there, listening to the stirring speech young Caspian gave, (for no matter how young he looked, Edmund knew he was at least ten years older than the other king), he was displeased. His anger, his displeasure, his uncomfortableness with everything only grew as Caspian started up the battle cry, the crew of the Dawn Treader joining in whole-heartedly. He was saying it too, he wouldn't pretend otherwise – his voice, young and still not sounding deep enough, rolled forth.
"For Narnia!" poured from forty tongues, echoed by Eustace's draconic roar. For Narnia indeed. Edmund climbed to his spot in the rigging and readied himself, waiting, tense. Waiting and worried. Caspian hadn't finished the battle cry. Not really, not fully. It was not just "for Narnia!". It was "for Aslan!" just as much. Without Aslan, there would be no Narnia for Caspian to rule, as it would all still be locked into Jadis' unending winter, he and his siblings dead due to Edmund's treachery. T'was why the cry was and would always be, "For Narnia and for Aslan!" The warriors would call on the King of Kings to protect them in battle. A battle Caspian should not be part of.
He had no wife, no child, no heir to his throne. Edmund groaned as the thought came to him, a quiet sound that none could hear from his position. Caspian should be below, with Gael. More chance of being safe there, of staying alive. Better to have one less sword than to lose Narnia's current king; the country would fall into chaos if he died. They should have left him on Ramadu's island, where he would be safe. If only Eustace survived, the dragon-boy could get Caspian back to Narnia, or at least back to Corakin's island. The magician could help get Caspian back to Narnia, if Eustace couldn't. That was what they should have done, not let Caspian lead them on this rescue mission! If they all died, as all were willing, to save the captives, Narnia would have no king. It was foolish; it was more than foolish – it was the act of one not fully fit to rule. Caspian claimed to know so much about them, about Peter and Susan and Lucy and himself, yet the boy didn't remember that one of them had remained behind, always. One of the four had remained in Narnia during any major battles, be it Susan or Lucy or himself or Peter (though the latter two were generally only left behind if injured). There would always be someone who could rule. Caspian had Trumpkin, yes. But Trumpkin was a dwarf. The Telmarines remaining in Narnia would not want to be ruled by a dwarf, Edmund was sure.
The dark haired boy-man sighed and cast his mind up to the heavens above.
For Narnia, and for Aslan, he prayed, putting his entire being into the words, into the cry.
It would have to be enough.