A/N: After many months, I've posted a new fanfic! Yay. This fanfic have been in my mind for nearly a year now and I've been collecting ideas and events that would happen in this. So, I am willing to complete this fanfic. You can help me finish it by telling me your insights by reviewing this Chapter. I love you if you do 3

Let It Be Me by digoryandpolly

Chapter 1

I was running along a dark corridor. I didn't know why I'd been running since forever. It just happened all of a sudden. I touched my face. Beads of sweat scattered across my forehead. I clutched the hilt of my sword at my side, panting. I wanted to stop but instincts told me not to and get to the other side of the corridor.

You have to save someone.

Someone or something whispered those words to my ear. I didn't mind that half second later when a tiny light appeared before my eyes. Finally! It might be the end of this creepy corridor.

I ran faster, even though I knew I couldn't take a few steps anymore. And then, as if time was in fast-forward, I found myself standing at the mouth of the corridor which led to a tiled room. I covered my eyes from the light with one arm for a few seconds and slowly removed it. All I could see in the room was only white, except for the white figure standing at the center of the room.

The White Witch.

I unsheathed my sword and positioned it in front of me. I realized that her left arm was wrapped around a neck of a girl. I hadn't seen her before. Then, I remembered that someone or something told me back when I was running along the corridor that I had to save someone. Maybe that someone was this girl.

I wouldn't let fear conquer me. Not this time.

I had to fight.

"Release her," I commanded. The feeling of coldness lingered around because of the foe's presence.

Jadis, The White Witch, tutted. "Do you think it would be that easy?" As she spoke, icy smoke came out of the pale slit across her face that was her mouth. By the tone of her voice, she was taunting me as if I'm the weakest King that ever existed.

"Free her," I said through gritted teeth, though my voice didn't sound like mine. "The girl isn't included in our fight. It's only between you and me."

At that time, I didn't really know what I was saying. How was I sure if that girl wasn't included in our fight? What if it was between the girl and her, instead of me and her?

"Is that so, Edmund Pevensie?" said Jadis, her cool voice echoed across the room. The smoke from her mouth spread and fogged some parts of the room behind Jadis and the poor girl. Even though it was a few meters away, I could feel it in my lungs. I couldn't breathe normally. If the smoke entirely fogged up the room, it would suffocate both me and the girl. Even with a sword, I would still be helpless. But with a sword, I could fight and defeat Jadis.

I charged. I didn't know why I suddenly ran. Maybe that recent thought of mine of having swords and being helpless pushed me to do it. I didn't even mind the flaws of attacking the White Witch; I might hit the girl instead of her. Jadis might hurt her more because of my abrupt action.

But it was more than I thought I expected.

The White Witch swiftly took a dagger (made out of ice, I think) somewhere behind her and pointed the poor girl's heart. I stopped dead in my tracks. What's happening to me? I'd been a King, fighting in wars and leading armies. Why was it that, all of a sudden, I'd become careless of what I was acting?

"Go on, Edmund Pevensie," she said, her thin lips curled into a smile. "Go one, and I will bury this blade into her shattered heart."

'Shattered heart?' I thought to myself.

"If you will continue to do what you're planning," I said, trying to keep my hands steady from shaking. "Her heart will literally be, and I don't want you to do it. I am not letting you."

"Oh, but I want to," the Witch said, the distance of the tip of the blade and the girl's chest shortened. "And you can't stop me from doing it."

"Edmund!"

A manly voice shouted my name from behind. I furrowed my eyebrows, annoyed and distracted by the voice.

'No,' I thought. 'It's just a voice she made up. She's just distracting me so that she can easily kill the girl.'

"Edmund!"

'No.'

"Edmund!"

Though I promised myself not to mind the voice calling my name for the girl's safety, I looked around, to where the sound came from and there my brother, Peter, was running along the corridor towards me. How did Peter know where was I?

"Peter!"

"Edmund, get up!"

"What?"

"Get up, now!"

I felt my body being shaken and I was led back into the reality.

I was only dreaming. It was only a dream, a nightmare. It seemed very surreal that I recalled what happened in the terrible dream, not realizing that Peter was still shaking me. Peter was wearing his armor over his night clothes. His sword was at his side and his helm was under one arm. I was wondering why Peter was dressed like that, but I was still dumbfounded because of my recent dream.

Until I heard creatures outside the castle shouting, and bombs exploding any where.

"Peter, what's happening?" I asked as I got up fast and took my sword from my bedside table.

"No time for asking questions. Just do what I tell you to do, okay?" he half-shouted and said these words quickly that I hardly caught what he meant, so I just nodded.

"Go to the stables and meet Orieus there. Be sure that you won't get caught by Jadis or any of our foes."

"The White Witch's here?" I shouted as I unsheathed my sword. Anger and fear rushed through my veins.

"No, don't fight. You can't fight. Orieus will explain to you later," Peter said as he half-dragged me to the door. I hated it when he treated me like a twelve-year-old. I was already eighteen!

"Why can't I fight? Do you think I'm not in a good condition to fight?" I demanded.

"No time to explain," he snapped. That shut me up. "Just do what I say, or else I'll kill you."

The ground shook as someone from Jadis's side sent catapults flying and landing on the grounds of Cair Paravel.

Peter and I ran toward the door and then a Minotaur suddenly walked into the room. I thought it was on our side, that it was one of our soldiers, until it held up the ax its holding and hit Peter with the side of the blade. Maybe the reason why the Minotaur didn't cut Peter's flesh was that the White Witch might be the one who was going to cut our flesh and kill us. (At least, that was what I thought she told her soldiers. Who else wanted to kill us by his or her own?)

The Minotaur turned to me but too late. I swung my unsheathed sword and it injured the creature's arm badly that it crumpled on the floor. The ground shook as the big foe fell, a pool of blood quickly surrounded the area around where the badly injured arm was.

I knelt at Peter's side, only finding that he's unconscious.

'Just do what I say, or else I'll kill you.'

Peter's words echoed in my head. He told me to go to the stables and Orieus, the centaur knight, was waiting for me there. He would explain to me what had been happening when I was asleep. At that moment, it hit me that I was too buried in that nightmare that I didn't become aware of the shouting and the noises around Cair Paravel. I was too stupid. I knew that Peter couldn't kill me in that condition if I wouldn't obey him, but I needed someone to explain why Jadis was back again.

I got up and exited the room, leaving my brother and the Minotaur lying on the floor, both injured and unconscious.

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