Hello there everybody! So I did promise the sequel would be up, and well...here it is! The first chapter is short, but that's the way I wanted it to be.

For those who haven't read "If You Knew", you need to go back and read it before this one, otherwise it won't make any sense at all. The storyline of this one is a continuation of If You Knew, so yeah you should go back and read it.

Anywho, on with the sequel! Enjoy :)

Thick, white flakes of snow fell silently from the sky and landed on the ground surrounding the park bench where a boy of eighteen sat. He tightened the warm scarf around his neck, and breathed into his palms. It was early morning, perhaps five or six, and the streets were relatively silent; the only person he'd seen since leaving his home was a man stumbling in the snow, stinking of drink. But that had been an hour or so ago, and lately time seemed to pass by so slow, it felt like he hadn't seen anyone in days.

There was a lamp across the street from him, which had been why he chose this bench in particular. He could have walked farther where the park was, and found shelter from the snow under the trees, but the lamp reminded him of where he truly felt at home, and so he had been sitting here, watching the bulb flicker inside of the glass. Lucy had always said the Lantern Waste was one of her favorite parts of Narnia, and now sitting here, it was all he had to remind him of there.

He couldn't sit there much longer; the cold quickly became too much to bear, so he stood up and began to shuffle his feet through the snow around the neighborhood back to his house. As he walked, he wondered what the weather was like in Narnia, wondered if the sun was bright and shining and the fawns were dancing in the fields, or if a cool rain was trickling down and the dwarves were cozy in their homes, drinking around a fire and laughing their deep belly laughs. His mind wandered until it came to a girl who he had tried consistently to push from his mind, but never seemed to be able to for very long.

He wondered if Syrena had made it home safely, if she had spoken to Aslan, if she had rekindled her relationship with her father. He then wondered if her skin was still as pale, or as soft as it had been, if her hair still smelled sweetly and was easy to run his fingers through. He wondered if her eyes still held the same, pained light they had when he left her. He wondered about her until he could think no more.

Edmund had become so wrapped up in his thoughts that he never got the chance to realize he had walked right up to a river, and had already trekked a few feet across the ice. He shrugged his shoulders, and continued walking; he was already almost half way across the ice anyway. As he was walking, he could feel the ice beneath his feet shift, and he paused suddenly when he heard a crack. He was half-way across now; there was no hope of turning back. He continued walking, his pace much slower, and he listened carefully for the sound of cracking ice. When he hadn't heard anything for a while, he increased his speed and made a break for the shore. He suddenly felt the ice shake beneath him, and he was dropped into the water below.

The icy blast sent chills up his spine as the ice shattered, and froze his clothes immediately. He struggled in the water, never being much of a swimmer, but he could already feel hypothermia overcoming him, and it weakened every muscle in his body until he couldn't move anymore. He tried to call out for help, but his lungs were being crushed with the weight of the cold and water, and he couldn't make a sound at all. The one thought going through his head was of Syrena and Narnia when he felt his body give up and sink into the depths of the river.

Not too bad I think. Like I said, it's short. Don't have much to say here. As usual, review please! I love reviews. They really do brighten my day up a lot and are much appreciated!