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Walking Amongst Those Who May Never Wake Again

(Unless Aslan Shakes His Mane)

Walking through the courtyard of the Queen of Narnia, Edmund gave a jolt when his eyes landed on the frozen statue of a defiant-looking giant, club raised mid-swing - as if it had been in the middle of bearing down upon something (or someone) before whatever had happened the giant had happened to him.

Walking further into the courtyard, at a slow pace, he passed many creatures - all of whom were frozen.

He gave a particularly large - and dare he even think it, frightening - Rhino, who looked as if it had been mid-charge, what with the slightly bowed head and all, a long, nervous glance.

Still he continued to walk deeper into the Queen's realm, feet crunching the snow underfoot, and a startled gasp escaping his lips as he passed close by a statue of yet another giant - this one possibly more large and frightening than the last he'd seen.

It didn't fail to escape his notice that while several of the statues he'd passed wore fearful, almost pleading, expressions, others he'd seen had a look and/or air of challenge about them.

He pondered on that until his eyes rested upon a humanoid figure. Curious and drawing closer to the figure he realised that it was a statue of a girl, who looked only a few years younger than Susan. She had long, wayward hair, wore torn and quite old-fashioned robes of some sort, and in her right hand loosely held a stick… Or was that a wand?

Taking in her almost nonchalant expression of unawares, Edmund found that her eyes were the feature that drew him in… He could hardly tear his eyes away from the girl's own wide ones. It was almost as if she had a sort of mysterious enthralment about her - almost similar to that of the Queen, he thought…

Had Edmund forgotten his 'duty' and further explored the courtyard he would have found two more human statues dressed as the girl was.

One being a tall, broad-shouldered, long-haired man with a very challenging air about him, robes billowing as if from a non-existent force, wand drawn and poised for attack.

And another - a boy just barely older than Peter but with a fearful, wide-eyed expression upon his young face that surely would have struck a sense of dread in even the normally jeering and self-absorbed Edmund's heart.

As it was the third youngest of the Pevensie children continued on his way, further into the courtyard.

He only stopped once more when he nearly tripped over a pile of dry wood that had blocked his path. Glancing up from the pile, his eyes took in the statue of a tiger.

Eyes returning once more to the wood at his feet, a smile threatened to play across his lips as his childish side came into play.