Hold a Mirror to the World, for sophiap

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Hold a Mirror to the World, for sophiap. Written by vialethe.

They've not yet made an end to the fighting, that first spring; on campaign, Edmund recalls his last birthday was in wartime too. He doubts anyone will note the day, not out here; nor can he blame them, not when Narnians still fall every week in battle. Not when they still uncover statues, their faces crumbled with age. So he buries hope and steps from his tent, only to be nearly blinded by rising sunlight, reflecting from an army of weaponry raised in his honor. "Happy Birthday, Ed," Peter says, grinning; Edmund blames the glare for his wet eyes.

Original Prompt: One of the four Pevensies celebrates a birthday shortly after arriving in Narnia.