Forty-seventh Prompt: Lost and found

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Peter stared while Edmund walked away, into the tent. It was hard to believe.
His brother was back.
His little brother.

His brother who had been enchanted by a witch, probably tortured and almost killed.

But now he was back.

Peter had lost him, a long time ago. It had to be around the time Edmund attended school for the first time.

His so-called friends tried to convince him into bullying the other children and Peter lost Edmund every day a little bit more.

Every day a piece of him disappeared and Peter didn't think that he would ever get him back.

But now he was back, and Peter could see him, and when he looked at him he didn't see the boy he had become - he saw Edmund.

He saw Edmund as how he really was, as how he had to become if it hadn't been for these boys in school.
But he also saw his broken parts.

He saw Edmund.

Edmund, who had been lost.

And Edmund, who had been found.