New story! Which I am beyond excited for! It's definitley going to be different than anything that I've ever written, and I don't want to give too much away but...some parts of this may be gross/offensive, but it's not like its straight up gross...ya know? I must be confusing you, so I'll just let you know what I'm talking about when I get to that part. The rating is M because of the part that's gross/offensive, and maybe for sexual stuff as well...but I haven't decided yet. Anyways, this story takes place aboard the Dawn Treader (I know, I know, I've done that before. But this is ENTIRELY different), and here are the ages of the main characters:

Lucy-15

Edmund-17

Caspian-20

Alright so...here we go! Oh yeah...and Eustace isn't going to Narnia. I don't like him.

EDMUND'S POV

It had been three years, three dreadful years since he had left Narnia for the second time. Three years since Aslan had told Lucy and himself that they would be coming back. Three years of waiting, and Edmund Pevensie was starting to have his doubts about the truth behind Aslan's words. These thoughts, of course, were always encased with guilt, on account of the fact that ever since Aslan had forgiven him for helping the White Witch, he trusted him completely. But how was he to not have doubts? Everytime he would turn a corner, open a door, or even look in a mirror, Edmund would pray that he would be taken back to Narnia by some sort of magical pull or force. Since the two ways he had been previously taken were pretty random, he had no idea what to expect. Perhaps Aslan doesn't want me there...because of these thoughts that I've been having. Thoughts of doubt, and thoughts about...well... He shook his head, not wanting to dwell on that right now. Ever since Susan, Peter, and his parents had gone off to America, leaving Lucy and himself behind, his life had taken a dreadful turn. Forced to bunk with his obnoxious, know-it-all cousin Eustace Clarence Scrubb, Edmund tried his hardest to make it through the never-ending days full of either school work or chores for his lazy Aunt Alberta and Uncle Harold without punching a wall. The only reason he put on a brave face, and the only reason he was sane, was Lucy. Edmund knew that nothing made his baby sister more upset than someone else being upset. She always wanted everyone happy, everyone smiling. He had to admit, he was jealous of her complete faith that they would one day return to Narnia. In fact, it was all she ever spoke of. Narnia. Of their times there, of their friends. She didn't even think of considering the fact that if they somehow did go back one day, that their friends may be long gone, just like the last time. But no, he couldn't mention that to her, he couldn't cause her and grief. Admittedly, Edmund did not exactly have a knack for hiding his feelings. He was an "open book," as Lucy would say. She could read him so easily, and somehow managed to cheer him up by getting angry with him for being in a mood. He shook his head, she was a character.

"Edmuuuund!" Speak of the devil. He rolled his eyes and peeled himself from his less than comfortable bed, chuckling at Lucy's repeated calls of his name in a sing-song voice. Making a disgusted face at a jar full of unidentifiable insects, some sort of sick hobby his cousin took up, he went to open the door, finding his sister peering up at him knowingly. She crossed her arms across her chest in a huff, cocking her head to the side. "You pretty much bolted up here after supper, so I ate your ice cream," she bragged, giggling slightly. "I know something must be up if you're rejecting a dessert of any kind, so what is it?" Why does she find it so entertaining to bug me consistently? Just as he was about to voice this opinion out loud, the pig walked up behind her, otherwise known as Eustace.

"What are you two doing?" He sneered, purposely bumping Edmund's shoulder as he walked past him into the room, smiling proudly at the jar of bugs that Edmund had gagged at only moments ago.

"It's this thing called having a conversation. I would call you dumb for not knowing, but considering as no one ever wants to have one with you...I'll let it slide," he answered cockily, wanting so badly to push the pig around a little bit. Eustace was so tiny and weak, Edmund could probably snap him like a twig. He felt Lucy elbow him in the ribs, and then grab his wrist and tug him away.

"Come on, Ed," she said with a sigh, also clearly annoyed by the interruption but still not wanting a fight to break loose. "Let's just talk in my room."

"Good idea," he grumbled, pulling his hand away from hers and giving Eustace one final glare before leading her two doors down to the room she was staying in. Although the walls were a dirty shade of white and the bed was covered with sickly-green colored blanket, Lucy's bedroom was the only room in the entire Scrubb household that had any sort of decoration. A picture of an ocean during a heavy storm, with a regal looking ship sailing in the distance. Lucy loved the picture, because she said that the ship reminded her of Narnia. Edmund had been skeptical at first, probably just because at the mention of the magical land he normally turns off his hearing. Though he had to admit that the royal purple sails and with the way the boat was shaped like a dragon, the ship did look like something straight out of Narnia. After closing the door, Edmund plopped down on Lucy's bed, where she was already seated, staring at the painting.

"I've never seen a ship like this in this world," she spoke in awe, her brilliant blue eyes full of fascination. "It's just so...Narnian," the last word rolled of her tongue with the sweetest ring to it, as if it were something sacred. "I remember how you, Peter and Susan would go off on dangerous adventures on ships like this, but I was never allowed to go. I hated you all for that," she laughed softly and hugged herself. Although Edmund wanted nothing more than to change the subject, talking about Narnia made Lucy happy no matter what, so he went along with it this time.

"Knowing you, you would have fell off and gotten sucked into the water," he joked, scooting a little closer to her and nudging her arm. "And then we would have had to rescue you, which is nothing new," she rolled her eyes and swatted at his arm playfully.

"I didn't need rescuing that often..."

"Oh? Because I seem to remember you getting lost in the forest about..." he counted on his fingers. "Five times. Getting captured and held as a prisoner that one time. Oh, and you also were thrown off of like three horses. Then of course you spooked another horse and it went wild and took you speeding towards a cliff and-"

"Oh, sod off Ed!" She jabbed him in the side with her elbow forefully, but he could tell that she was amused because he could see her trying hard to fight a grin. "Anyways," she began, brushing some hair from her face and looking at him seriously, knowingly. "What were you upset about before?" He was a fool to believe that she had forgotten so easily. Edmund shrugged half-heartedly, wanting to play it off as nothing.

"I was just thinking about some stuff," he mumbled, moving away from her slightly. Lucy let out an irritated sigh and shook her head.

"Just tell me," she pressured impatiently. "How am I to help if I don't know what he problem is?"

"You can't help!" He snapped before he even thought twice about it, his eyes automatically searching hers for some sort of emotion. He mentally smacked himself for being cross with her, he really was an arse sometimes. Thankfully, there was no sadness. Unfortunately, there was anger.

"Why are boys such prats?" She complained, rising to her feet and pointing an accusing finger at him. "Do you people like being upset or something? I mean, it would be so much easier to tell me so I can try and help!" He shook his head, beginning to grow impatient. I can't tell her what's going on. She'll be disappointed and hate me forever.

"Well why can't girls just let it go?" He turned it back on her, watching with satisfaction as she fought for a comeback, eventually just rolling her eyes dramatically and stomping her foot.

"You're a jerk of a big brother!"

"Well you're a brat of a baby sister!" She growled.

"I am NOT a baby!"

"Could've fooled me! And the entire world!"

"Ugh!" She threw her hands in the air in frustration and turned her back on him, focusing her attention back on the painting. He rolled his eyes, happy that he had won and looking towards the door, waiting to hear the yells for them to shut up. "Ed..." Lucy started, her voice changing completely. She sounded as if she forgot how to breathe.

"You okay?"

"Yeah but..." She stepped closer to the painting on the wall. "I think the water is moving," at her words, Edmund shot up and hurried to her side just in time to see the picture begin to leak sea water.

"You don't think...?"

"Well of course that's what I think!" She exclaimed, and he could hear the smile in her voice but was too preoccupied to look at her. His stomach was in knots and he watched in amazement as the water began to pour out faster. This was it. They were being taken back to Narnia after all of this time. So why am I so nervous? Lucy's voice pulled him from his trance. "The water, Edmund!" He heard splashing, and realized that the water was already to their waists, and that Lucy was having difficulty keeping her head in the air. Before he could reach for her, he was pulled under by a powerful wave, salt water burning his lungs. He knew better than to open his eyes, and fought the waves with them closed as he swam upward. He finally came up sputtering and gasping for air, tossing his head back and forth desperately for any sign of Lucy.

"Lucy!" Someone cried, a male voice that definitley wasn't his own. Edmund turned just in time to see someone dive into the water, coming back up moments later with Lucy clinging to him.

"Caspian!" Lucy exclaimed, looking excitedly in Edmund's direction and pushing some wet hair away that was clinging to her face. "Look Edmund! It's Caspian! We're in Narnia!" Breathing a sigh of relief from seeing that she was alright, he started to swim toward them just as he noticed that the ship from the painting in Lucy's room was floating before them, dozens of crew members leaning over railings to look down at them. Some of their jaws were practically on the ground at the sight of a few random teenagers suddenly appearing in the sea, while others hurriedly prepared a lifting board to pull them up. Edmund watched as Caspian and Lucy climbed on and were pulled up, only relaxing to climb on himself when he was for sure that Lucy was on board. As he held onto the ropes, he prayed that he wouldn't have to face the great lion straight away. He didn't want to see the look of disappointment and disgust in His eyes. He was given a towel as soon as his feet hit the deck floor, and smiled at his old royal friend who had handed it to him. It definitley seemed to have been a few years in Narnia since Lucy and Edmund had been here last. Caspian was taller and stronger looking, with the same shoulder length brown hair and tanned skin, though now he had a slight bit of stubble on his cheeks.

"What in the world are you two doing here?" Caspian asked incredously, directing his attention and his question more at Lucy than himself, chuckling with amusement. "How did you end up in the sea?"

"We have no idea," Lucy giggled, wrapped up in a blanket like a butterfly in it's cocoon. "But I'm glad that we are," she blushed as Caspian wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Edmund didn't fail to notice how his eyes scanned her over adoringly. Lucy looked as if she was trying rather hard to look anywhere but at her brother.

"As am I," the young king answered her simply. "Perhaps we should get you into some dry clothes, wouldn't want you getting sick," he rubbed his hand over her arm to perhaps gain some friction to warm her up. "Men!" He began. "Behold our cast aways! Edmund the Just," he swept a hand toward Edmund's direction, and Edmund felt his heart swell with pride at being referred to in his formal name. "And the beautiful Queen Lucy the Valiant," Caspian continued, and Edmund looked just in time to see Lucy's cheeks turn a rosy shade at the king's referrance to her as beautiful. Edmund clenched his jaw tightly. "High King and Queen of Narnia!" Lucy and Edmund tried to remain humble as Caspian's entire crew bowed before them, something that they still were not used to, for they were just as normal as everyone else in there own world. As they stood, Caspian directed his attention on them once more.

"I'm so sorry Lucy, but we do not have any women's clothes on board since we are an all male crew. You'll have to make do with some of my things. They will be big but," he gave her a little squeeze. "I bet you will still be the most gorgeous sight we will see on this voyage." Lucy got impossibly red. Edmund gave Caspian a pointed look that he either didn't catch or didn't care about getting. He is rather forward, isn't he? Edmund wasn't the only Pevensie that was an open book, because he could tell in a heart beat that Lucy loved this attention. She wasn't used to being daughted over back in England, for any sort of male infatuation was usually reserved for Susan. Edmund could already forsee Lucy batting her eye lashes at Caspian, just hoping for another compliment. Finally, having seen enough, Edmund made a point to shoot the king one last glare before following him off to get some clothing. "You can take my cabin, Lucy. Edmund and I will sleep with the rest of the crew. I don't want you to be uncomfortable." So my comfort means nothing to you? Because watching you drool over my baby sister isn't my idea of a comfortable situation.

I seriously did not plan on beginning another story, although I've had this one in my head for a while, but I couldn't help it. I'm also going to co-write a Lucy/Caspian story with another author, so I'll be doing that as well. Anyways, let me know what you think!