A/N: First Narnia fanfic... :) My all time favorite stories and I've kind of had this sitting on my computer for a while, so I decided to post it. Read it, let me know what you think, and I'll post another chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia, which really sucks, but it's probably for the best...

It was a beautiful night, Edmund observed. There was a light breeze that swayed the trees softly enough for the leaves to make a quiet rustling. Edmund was supposed to get up particularly early. There was a dispute that needed to be settled as soon as possible. Edmund didn't want to go to sleep though. How could someone sleep on such a beautiful night like this? He was actually tempted to go down to the beach and take a little night swim.

Edmund squinted his eyes when he saw the trees rustling a bit more in a certain section. They weren't moving with the wind or other trees. It was as if someone was pushing them aside. He went to grab his telescope off the table to look closer. He nearly dropped it when he saw a group of hags coming towards Cair. They had their hands outstretched and were chanting something. Right behind them was an army of fell beasts.

Edmund ran to the door, grabbing his sword in the process. As sooon as he ran out in the hall, he almost bumped into Lucy and her night guard.

Lucy quickly balanced the glass of milk she had. "Ed! You scared me! What are you-"

"Cair's under attack." He quickly explained, already strating to head to the armory. "Tell Peter and raise the alarm!" Edmund turned around and started running again, not checking to see if Lucy heard him correctly.

Lucy stared at his retreating form for a few moments before turning to her guard. "I'll let Peter know. You go raise the alarm and let everyone else know."

The panther nodded his head and sprinted down the hall. Lucy placed her milk down on a random table before running to Peter's room. Before she made it there, the warning bells sounded. She was glad the panther was quick.

"Peter! Oh, Peter, quickly! Get up!"

Peter shot up in bed as he heard Lucy's cries enter his bedroom. The warning bells were going off. He stared at her as she ran towards him, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of bed.

"You have to hurry!" she continued without explaining what was going on.

Peter had no idea what to expect. Had an ambassador try and corner Susan? Was Edmund having nightmares again? Had one of the Beavers fallen deathly ill? The bells wouldn't be going off for something like that. "Lu, what's going on?" Peter finally managed to find his voice. Sleep was still clouding his mind.

Before Lucy could explain, Orieus came in. "Sire, we're under attack."

Peter thought he'd been prepared to hear anything…but this? That would explain the bells. "What do you mean?" Peter demanded. He quickly moved to put on a tunic and his belt, grabbing his sword as well.

"We believe they're from the north. Part of the resistance army." Orieus said.

Peter's blood ran cold. It had been nearly seven years since the battle with the White Witch. They thought they had wiped out all her followers by now. Or at least there wasn't enough for them to attack anymore. "Lucy, I want you to go down to the kitchen with Mrs. Beaver. Make sure Susan's there too. And before you say you want to help, you can help by doing as I say. Now go." he ordered.

Lucy made a small face, but didn't argue. Now wasn't the time. "Please be careful." She said as she gave him a quick, but strong hug and made her way out of Peter's chambers.

"Does Edmund already know?" Peter asked as he picked up his shield and followed Orieus to the armory.

"He was the one to alert everyone. Not even the guards realized we were being attacked."

A frown made it's way to Peter's face. "Let me guess. There's hags that have been enchanting the place."

Orieus just grimaced in reply.

Inside the armory, all kinds of Narnians were running about, putting armor on and picking up any kind of weapon. As Peter moved to the shelf where his personal armor was, he couldn't help but notice Edmund's armor was still on the shelf. The only thing that wasn't there was his shield.

A horrible feeling began spreading through Peter's stomach. "Where's Edmund right now?" he asked, putting on his breastplate.

"He's already on the battle line, sire. From what I understand the front line to be more specific."

Peter scowled. That sounded just like Edmund. Running head first into a battle without proper protection. "I'm going to kill him if he doesn't get killed first."

Dodge. Duck. Swing. Jump. Slash. It was almost like a dance for Edmund. All his senses were working on over-drive, identifying all the enemies in his vicinity, their weakness, when to attack, and when they were going to attack. It was brilliant.

He could feel a dull ache in his left shoulder, but he figured that was from switching his sword from one arm to another. Even though Orieus had taught him and Peter how to handle a sword using either hand, Edmund always favored handling swords with his right hand.

He knew that when Peter finally made his way out to the battlefield, he would have a fit. Edmund didn't exactly put on any armor, mainly because there was no time, seeing as the fell army had already started attacking and there was no proper defense. Edmund would just have to be extra careful.

A black dwarf charged towards him. "Not only were you a traitor to Aslan, but you're also a traitor to Queen Jadis!" he hissed.

Edmund's face contorted in rage as he slashed at the dwarf, making sure he wouldn't move again. He couldn't let those words bother him. Not in the heat of battle. If he lost his focus, then things would definitely be bad for him.

Yes, Edmund did understand he was literally in the middle of the enemy army, but it wasn't important. He just had to get rid of the enemy and things would be fine. There was no room for distractions.

"Edmund!"

Speaking of distractions…

Edmund turned quickly and saw a mop of blond hair. He grinned. "Finally decided to come out and play?" he joked. Swing. A hag fell at Edmund's feet as he spun around and engaged with a harpy.

"Ed, get out of there and put some armor on! If Lucy finds out-"

Edmund shook his head. And the beginning of Peter's fit was just starting. "Yeah, she'll kill me right after you do!" Edmund retorted. He dodged a dagger that was thrown in his direction and it instead landed in a wolf's neck. Edmund searched the sea of people in search for Peter again. He was about a meter away from him. "I'll be fine Peter."

Edmund watched Peter perfectly strike down a minotaur. "I'm being serious Ed!"

Edmund spun around and avoided an attack from two dwarves. His head suddenly felt light from the quick spin and his vision started blurring. He quickly shook himself and recovered in time to avoid another attack. "You better go help the fauns take out the archers from the back! They need all the help they can get!" Edmund yelled.

"But please be careful and get some armor on!" Peter pleaded.

"I will! Don't worry. Now go!"

Only on the battlefield would Peter ever take orders from Edmund.

Edmund glanced over his shoulder to see Peter making his way to the archers, just as he suggested. He couldn't help but smile in small victory as he turned back to battle with the latest enemy.

"Traitor!" someone cried out.

The word rang in Edmund's head like an unbidden alarm. He shook his head and shut his eyes, narrowly avoiding a sword on his thigh.

His shoulder was started to hurt more and his vision wasn't clearing up. Something wasn't right. Edmund continued fighting as best as he could, but it was getting harder. He started to try and get out of the fighting so he could put on some armor, but there was just so many creatures everywhere, all of them fighting. It was starting to get darker than what it should be and his shoulder began last thing he saw before his vision and consciousness failed him was a Minotaur charging towards him with an axe.

Susan worriedly roamed her eyes over the battlefield. The fighting had lasted about an hour and she didn't even know how long it had been going on before Lucy woke her up. Bodies were strewn over the beach of Cair Paravel. Susan couldn't help but think the blood of the Witch's army had contaminated the water. That clear, wonderful water that you could just drink up…

The size of the army had been…incredible. Susan couldn't have ever imagined that so many had remained loyal to the Witch. The Narnian army had been fierce in their fighting though. Most of the fell army was either dead or imprisoned in the dungeons.

The sun slowly started to peek over the horizon, making the sky change to a red hue, nearly matching all the blood that covered the ground. How fitting, Susan thought somberly.

"The fighting's been over for nearly two hours. Why haven't we seen Peter or Edmund yet?" Lucy asked as she stood up from her chair and started to pace the kitchen floor.

"Maybe because for the first hour we were out tending to wounds and the second hour, you were asking everyone if they've seen either of our brothers." Susan pointed out. Logic. It was all Lucy lacked. A little bit of logic.

Lucy sat down with a small huff. "But someone should've known where they were. The only information they gave me was where they had been fighting. I don't want to know where they had been fighting, I want to know if they're still alive and if they're going to need any of my potion." Lucy said, feeling a bit exasperated with the situation.

Susan was feeling frustrated as well, but one of them needed to stay fairly calm. It wouldn't be good for the kingdom if they had both Pevensie ladies in a worried state. "They're probably fine. If something had gone wrong, we would've been notified immediately."

Lucy stood up and went to stand next to her older sister. "I don't understand. I thought Peter and Edmund had wiped out all of her followers." She said in a small whisper.

Susan pursed her lips. "Everyone thought so." She said. "They must've fled to the mountains in Ettinsmoor.

"But so many of them?"

There was a firm knock on the door before it opened. Orieus came in and gave a small bow. "Your majesties."

Susan and Lucy both saw the grave expression on his face. They had seen that same look many times when he came to tell them one of their brothers had been injured.

"Where are they?" Lucy demanded to know, her voice shaking slightly with fear and worry.

"King Peter is down in the dungeons."

Susan noticed the lack of Edmund's name. "And Edmund?" Susan tried keeping her voice steady, but she knew it shook just as Lucy did.

Orieus looked at both queens, as if determining the best way to tell them the news. "Nobody knows. We can't find him anywhere. They are searching for him out on the battlefield, but they are no traces of him anywhere."

Susan inhaled sharply and Lucy reached out for her hand, giving it a harsh squeeze.

"What do you mean?" Lucy's voice was now shaking uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry your majesty, but-"

"What's Peter doing in the dungeons? He should be looking for Edmund right now!" Susan exclaimed, not waiting for Orieus to finish his sentence.

"He is looking for him, my lady. They captured a general and he's trying to get information from him."

Susan held her head high, knowing what needed to be done. "Take us to him."

The wolf stared at Peter, his eyes narrowed. The only thing Peter had found out was this wolf was one of their generals and his name was Bayne.

Peter grabbed the iron bars separating him from the wolf. "I'll ask you once more. Where is my brother?" Peter said through gritted teeth.

The wolf smirked. "Asking the wrong questions, aren't we?" he taunted.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Peter yelled.

Bayne didn't even so much as flinch at Peter's outburst. "You're so worried about finding your precious baby brother, you aren't even worried if there's going to be another attack, or if there's another wave of soldiers on their way right now. You're not even so much as curious as to why we waited so long to attack, are you?"

Peter clenched his jaw. He knew those things were just as important as finding out where Edmund was, if not more, but he needed to make sure Edmund was all right. "If you'd just tell me where Edmund is, then I'll start asking all kinds of other questions. Especially since you seem so eager to tell me about it."

Bayne barked out a laugh. "This is exactly why you're unfit to be king."

Peter was about to lunge for the wolf, when he heard someone calling out his name. Peter didn't mean to cringe when he realized it was Susan.

"What do you think you're doing?" Susan cried as she stormed towards him, followed by Lucy and Orieus.

"I'm trying to find Edmund. What else do you think I'm doing?" he growled.

"It doesn't look like you're getting anywhere." She pointed out with her arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

Peter glared at Bayne as he let out snicker. "If you'd just let me finish what I was doing-"

"No." Susan said. "You are not about to do this alone."

Peter's face softened ever so slightly. "Susan, I am not going to let you and Lucy get involved in this."

"Edmund's our brother too, Peter. We're already involved." Lucy said quietly.

"As is all of Narnia." Orieus added. "Your reign wouldn't be complete without him."

Peter stared at the three of them before looking at Bayne. "He doesn't seem to want to say where Edmund is."

Oreius strode forward. "I'll take care of it. It would be best if your majesties left."

Edmund felt something trickle into his lips. Lucy's potion, he thought gratefully. That would mean the pain he felt everywhere would go away in a few seconds…

A frown covered Edmund's face. The pain wasn't going away. If anything, it had intensified. "Lu…" he choked out. "Don't think it's working." He mumbled weakly.

Instead of a direct response, Edmund heard whispering.

"What do we tell him?"

"I don't think we should tell him anything."

"He thinks you're his sister. Oh, this is bad. I told you this was a bad idea! We're going to be in so much trouble!"

"Stop worrying, we aren't going to be caught. "

Edmund tried to open his heavy eyes, but they wouldn't respond. Had he been taken to the healers? Why hadn't he been taken directly to his siblings? "Where's…Pete…where is he?"

"Great! Now he's looking for King Peter!"

Edmund finally managed to open his eyes. He blinked several times as he tried to focus on the people hovering over him. A faun and…a dryad? No, the woman over him had a sure form. She wasn't just leaves swirling around. A female faun? No, she lacked the horns on her head. She definitely wasn't a dwarf. Edmund wondered momentarily if there were even such thing as female dwarves. There was only one possible answer. A centaur.

"Just…take me to Lucy…make sure neither of you get in trouble…Pete'll understand." Edmund said. He tried to sit up, but a blast of white pain shot through his shoulder. He let out a cry and fell back. As he did, he took notice that he didn't fall back to a soft bed or pillow. It was grass. He was somewhere outside on the ground. He realized there were trees above him as well. Loads of trees. He was somewhere in a forest. The Western Woods perhaps?

"Sybil, I think he's starting to figure things out…" the faun said.

The centaur, obviously named Sybil, shushed him. "We can't let him know our names!" she hissed.

Edmund carefully brought up his right hand to his head since he couldn't move his left hand without his body protesting in sharp pain. "Where am I?"

"Okay, I really think we should tell him." The faun said, practically bouncing with anxiety.

"Would you please calm down? You know as well as I do that if we tell him what we're doing, we're going to surely get into some kind of trouble."

While they were arguing, Edmund moved to reach into his pocket for a dagger. Once it was firmly in his grasp, Edmund pushed himself up and grabbed the faun, pressing his dagger to his neck. Despite his head spinning madly and his body screaming in protest, Edmund stayed upright. He looked to Sybil. "Tell me where I am or the faun dies."

Sybil grabbed a bow and arrow that was next to her and stood up, towering over Edmund. "You won't harm him. He's a Narnian and you could never bring yourself to physically harm a Narnian, no matter the situation.

Edmund stared at Sybil. She had two legs. She wasn't a centaur. She was a human. But she wasn't dark like the Calormenian's. She was fair skinned, like someone from Archenland.

It didn't make any sense. Narnia was on good terms with Archenland. Why would someone from Archenland take him? Were they connected with the battle that had taken place the night before?

Edmund lowered the dagger and the faun quickly scrambled up, dusting himself off. He hid behind Sybil and stared at Edmund as if he were going to pounce on him at any give moment.

"Who are you?" Edmund demanded to know. His vision was starting to blur again and he felt horribly light headed. He had to stay conscious long enough to figure out who these people were and what they wanted with him.

"Sybil…I really think we should tell him."

Sybil glanced over her shoulder. "I guess we should…you've probably figured out I'm Sybil and this is Drumit. We're…"

Edmund didn't hear anything else as he felt himself falling back again and his vision turning black.