War is not glorious nor glamorous, it does not happen like the clean tales in storybooks, and sometimes it is difficult to find honor in it when blood spills in rivers where they stand. War is about killing--Edmund shoulders a body aside, stabs through another one, keeps one eye on the raging battle and another on Peter (he's always watching Peter, always, couldn't stop for anything in the world)--and Edmund has become very good at killing.
Narnia, Narnia; a rumbling chant shaking the ground beneath their feet: it is for this land (and his brother) that he fights, he kills, he loses count of the dead in a whirlwind of stab thrust parry block PeterPeter they're all dying, but not you--never you.
Um. Not quite sure if this turned out how you wanted. XD
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on 2009-12-09 02:28 pm (UTC)Narnia, Narnia; a rumbling chant shaking the ground beneath their feet: it is for this land (and his brother) that he fights, he kills, he loses count of the dead in a whirlwind of stab thrust parry block PeterPeter they're all dying, but not you--never you.
Um. Not quite sure if this turned out how you wanted. XD