During the Golden Age Edmund underwent the biggest transformation. He went from arrogant brat to a loyal, just, caring brother. Although Susan was already gentle before she became a beautiful, graceful, and eloquent queen, who had suitors constantly asking for her hand in marriage. Little Lucy pretty much stayed the same; she was still loving, caring and the heart of the family. Peter like Lucy didn't change much; he was just wiser and more understanding.

Peter Pevensie was the rock and protector of his siblings. He has always been overprotective, but when they came back from Narnia he became immensely over protective of all his siblings specially the one most precious to him, Edmund. Ever since he nearly lost his little brother in the battle against the White Witch he realized how special his siblings were to him and rarely let them out of his sight out of his sight, and if he had duties to attend to he would have his most trusted people watch over them. But when they returned back to England and school he knew he couldn't keep tabs on his siblings all the time like he used to in Narnia.

Edmund however found his brothers enhanced protectiveness to be quite annoying even though he knew Peter did it because he loved him. His classmates were another story they didn't, and never would understand why Peter acts like he does. But in Peter's defense they weren't the ones who had to watch one of the siblings get stabbed and nearly die. So they would tease him endlessly saying things like: "Where is your babysitter Pevensie?" Peter knew Edmund was being bullied, and he would try to tone done the affection a bit, but he couldn't help himself.

About a month after they had returned from Narnia, Peter had noticed that Edmund dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. He also noticed that his appetite was not normal either. He became very worried. He saw him walked towards the hall to his dorm he ran to catch up to him.

"Edmund, are you alright? You don't look very well." He looked into his younger brothers eyes with great concern. His brother's eyes were not the normal warm chocolate eyes he loved. They were filled with pain.

"It's nothing Peter," Edmund answered with a murmur looking down trying to avoid his brother's eyes.

"Will you please just tell me what's going on, Ed? I can't stand to see you so miserable." He placed his hand on his shoulder. But Edmund just carelessly shrugged it off.

"Are you having nightmares?" he asked trying to get to the bottom of Edmund's suffering.

"Honestly it's nothing Peter so just leave it, please," Edmund begged his older brother, "and any way I have to get going."

That was it Edmund just walked away without even saying good-bye. He was hurting immensely inside, just knowing that his baby brother was in some sort of pain killed him. He felt as he and Edmund were growing apart. Sometimes he wished Aslan was there to help guide him, but he was all on his own. His train of thought was soon interrupted when Edmund's roommate, James walked through the door.

"Peter!" the dark headed boy called out cheerfully.

"Hello, James," he greeted the boy as he headed towards the door. He was almost out of the door when James said something.

"Hold on, Peter I need to talk to you about something. It's about Ed." Peter turned around and saw that the boy's face was full of concern. His heart stopped for a moment.

"What's wrong…with Ed?" he asked stuttering hoping what the boy is about to tell him isn't too serious.

"He has been screaming in his sleep and thrashing around every night, and he rarely ever eats anymore. I'm worried about him Peter," he disclosed in a low voice.

"I am too. What exactly has he been screaming?" he asked the boy.

"Things like: 'don't hurt them' or 'don't kill me please'. He has also mentioned something about an Aslan too." He knew right away what Edmunds nightmares were about.

"Will you do me a favor when he has another nightmare come and get me please?" he requested to the boy hoping that he would carry out his request. The boy just nodded and Peter left.

He was glad that Edmund had James as a roommate, someone to look after him when he wasn't around himself.

Peter walked through the hallway, not looking where he was going, and bumped into some kid. "Hey, watch where you are going."

"Yea, uh I'm sorry kid." Peter just mumbled an apology and kept on walking. He knew he should have helped the kid up but he had too much on his mind.

He quickly walked the rest of the way, no ran is more like it. He flung his dorm door open and went to straight to his desk to begin writing.

Dear Susan,

It has come to my attention that our dear brother, Edmund has been having nightmares about you know what happened. I try to talk to him, but he just keeps on pushing me away. I was hoping you could help me.

I hope all is well with you my gentle Queen. Tell Lucy that I said hello and that I love her. I love you dear sister.

Love, your brother High King Peter, the Magnificent

XXXX

That very night Peter was about to fall asleep when herd run someone into his room frantically he expected it to be James, but what he didn't expect was what he yelling. "Peter wake up! It's Edmund he screaming and wont wake up! He looks really sick. Hurry up!"

Peter rushed out of bed-forgetting to put a shirt on-and followed the frantic boy. He could already hear screams down the hall way.

When he got to Edmund's room half the dorm was standing around the door, which was a bad idea because you never want to get between Peter and his siblings if they are in danger. His protective side kicked in and he started to push everyone out of the way. He saw his brother thrashing and screaming. He rushed over to him and pulled him into his lap, wrapped his arms tightly around the thrashing boy pulling him into his bare chest. He noticed that he was burning up with a fever.

"Ed, wake up! You are okay, she can't get you" he coaxed. Despite his efforts the young boy still wouldn't wake up. "By the Lion's mane Ed wake-up please!" he began to violently shake the boy, but not too hard in fear of hurting him. Some Edmunds shirt managed to wiggle its way up his torso, leaving the scar that the Witch had given him. Everyone gasped at the sight of the ghastly scar and started whispering about how strange looking it was. Peter hoped that no one would ask about it because what was he supposed to tell them. They have never told anyone about Narnia other than the professor. They all knew for sure that they would be locked up in an asylum if they ever told anyone that they were once Kings and Queens of a magical land.

Then suddenly Edmund became very quiet and quiet, but the silence didn't last for long. The younger boy began to sob uncontrollably in to Peter's chest. "Shush Ed I'm here, you're alright. She can't hurt you," Peter assured as he rubbed the boys back trying to soothe the distraught boy. Edmund didn't say anything he just wrapped his arms tightly around his brother's neck, as if he was clinging to him for dear life.

"She tried to kill me again, Peter. It hurt so much as if it was real," Edmund sobbed, speaking into the crook of his neck.

"She can't hurt you anymore. I've got you, you're safe now." All the memories of the battle came flooding back to him. He just held his baby brother closer to him never wanting to let go. Not caring who was watching, he placed several kisses on Edmund's head. Everyone watched in awe at the sight of the brothers. They had something special about them but also something strange and mysterious.

"Peter, my scar is hurting me," Edmund whimpered as he grabbed his side.

'What? How is that possible?' he thought. "It's okay Eddy, I'll take care of you." He lifted his brother off his lap and gently placed him onto the bed. Then he turned around to face everybody, "I want you all out of here!" Peter growled. Everybody followed his orders, afraid of what he might do if they didn't. "James, please go get me some ice and a rag." The boy nodded and ran off. He turned his attention back to Edmund.

"How badly does it hurt?" He wiped away a piece of sweaty hair from his forehead. "And don't hold back on me, Ed. I need to know the truth so I can help you."

"It hurts a lot, Peter," he moaned softly still clutching at his side. He was still sweating a bit and looked deathly pale.

He remembered how Edmund struggled to whisper those exact words to him after being stabbed by the White Witch.

"Oh Aslan, what is going on?" he looked up asking the Great Lion.