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Edmund looked out of the window of the room he and Peter shared at the Professor Kirke’s home in the country The bed he had was comfortable, but it wasn’t home. Be barely brought anything of comfort from home and his siblings were the worst of it. They all treated him as baggage or invisible. He’d been there a week, enough to realize that they all weren’t going home anytime soon.... if home was still there. The radio broadcast that the four of them hurdled around to listen to in the evening had stated another night raid of bombs had found there way to London; Edmund couldn’t even count how many nightly attacks in a row it had been. The second youngest Pevensie child tossed and turned over in bed unable to fall asleep. He needed something to look at.

It was so dark in the country. He missed looking out the window of his home, being lulled to sleep by the moving lights on the streets outside, and counting them in his head one-by-one until he drifted off. Edmund stood up and paced over to the window blanking out at the sea of darkness that was the countryside. Would London look like this after the war was done? How long did wars last anyways? From talk, before he was born another war had lasted 4 years.... if that were the case....

He sighed softly and bit his lip. Worse case scenario he would be homeless in no time at all and parentless as well.

“I tried my best, isn’t that enough?” Tiger pleaded with a small pout in her voice.

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