Edmund strode lazily down the path towards the sandy beach. His lips whistled a quaint made up tune, while his dark leather boots attacked the ground with sudden kicks, sending helpless rocks soaring. He took this path every time he got the urge to enjoy the beach, yet each journey down the rocky slope felt like a new adventure. He loved it. He loved how each step of his boots brought a different crunch, how each of his kicks sent a dust cloud that morphed into a different visionary shape.
Finishing his whistle symphony, Edmund sighed as his journey down the gravel abruptly became the glistening white sand of the beach. He glanced down to get a better veiw of the sandy crystals which he could feel slowly ruffeling under his boots as he stopped walking. As he moved his gaze back up, his brown eyes became narrow squinting slits.
Hand over his squinting, determined eyes, and slightly stooped over, he scanned the beach for the perfect spot to lie down. After a few moments, his eyes spotted a place which seemed to beckon him. Bending back up and shoving both of his hands into the pockets of his tunic, Edmund nonchalantly glided to his newly found resting spot.
With a plop, Edmund threw himself, stomach first, onto the sand. After a breif moment of absorbing the pleasant warmth against his face, Edmund flipped himself over like a flap-jack is flipped in a pan. The spot wasn't anything special, but yet, at the same time, he thought it was perfect. Putting his arms behind his head, he gazed longingly at the brilliant blue sky. He wished time would just freeze right here, at this peaceful second. What a day. What an amazing summer day. It had been weeks since he had the time to stretch out on the beach.
A sudden gust of salty air clashed with the heat, causing a refreshing cool blast but at the same time sending Edmund's hair galloping across his face. Gently brushing his bangs from his eyes and enjoying the slight wind, he thought about the hunting trip with his brother and sisters that was supposed to happen any hour now.
'Why go?' Edmund thought to himself. 'Such beauty on a relaxing summer day. Why abandon it?' If he stayed, however, he felt Peter might throw a tantrum.
He felt puzzled and suddenly lost.
He sat up and fixed his gaze upon the glassy teal water of the ocean. He couldn't quit get why the sea was suddenly so mezmorizing, but it was. Picking up a hand full of warm sand and letting it fall like a waterfall through his fingers, Edmund puzzled some more.
'Stags will always be in Narnia, but how do we know we will be?' Staring at the scene of the ocean for a moment more, Edmund finally stood up. Wiping the sand from his back and hair, the king sighed a heavy sigh.
"Maybe it'll be fun. Besides, your not going anywhere are you?" Edmund said aloud to the waters breaking on the sand. "You will be waiting right here for me, you and your magnificent blue water and crip salty air...wont you?" Edmund said once more to the ocean as if it where a living creature. He knew there would be no answer returning to his ears, but asking the question still gave him hope.
'It'll be there,' Edmund finally decided to himself. Heaving one more great sigh, he turned once more towards the graveled path, winding back to the walls of Cair Paravel. Shoving his hands back into his, now sand filled, pockets and whistling his little melody, Edmund once more started his journey up the path. He stopped only briefly, to gaze for a second more at the gorgeous scene. Before he turned back, he removed his small silver crown from it's silky brown resting spot and nodded towards the ocean as he knew any true English gentleman would do after being aquianted with any beautiful madame. Finishing his gesture, the he replaced the silver symbol of royalty.
"It'll be there." ....His chest suddenly felt strangely heavy as if from grief and lose.
The sudden feeling made him frown.