As Edmund and his three siblings; Peter, Susan and Lucy, had gotten to send bzck to Narnia after three years in their own world, they would learn that in Narnia, it had passed over a thousand years since they last stepped on the Narnian ground.

And after a playful waterfight in the sea between the four Pevensie siblings, as they walked out of the water, quite soaked, they would get seen by Trumpkin, a loyal Dwarf from Narnia, who would end up clashing his sword with Edmund.

Edmund, being way taller than the Dwarf, who would only reach the height of his hip, clashed swords with Edmund for a while, the two fighting. The sound of metal clacking and Edmund's breath throught the air as he'd end up, after several minutes, disarmed Trumpkin with quite the ease as Edmund was an excellent fencer. Being maybe even a better swordsman than his older brother Peter.

As he disarmed Trumpkin, Edmund held the sharp tip of his sword to the Dwarf's head, his eyes down onto Trumpkin as he held his sword's handle with both hands. His dark locks still soaked in sea water from the earlier waterfight with his siblings, a few of his hair stands sticking to his moist forehead, drops of water slowly dripping down his temples, along his cheeks, down to his chin.

"Give me your name..." Edmund whispered breathlessly, his head tilted to stare down at the Dwarf as his arms were stil up, pointing his sword's tip down to the little man.