Author's Note- Hey, this is my first story EVER, so I hope you like it. Feel free to review, and I don't mind criticism. I might have made errors, so if you spot any, please let me know. THANKS

Disclaimer- I don't *sniffle* own Edmund or the Chronicles of Narnia. They belong comp-*sob*-letely to C.S. Lewis and Walden Media.

Rated- T

Summary- What would happen if Edmund was captured by the Telmarines on the night of the raid? Will he make it out alive? And will Peter finally come to terms with how he has been acting?

Chapter 1

Edmund walked next to his griffin, Penna, along with the rest of the Narnian army. For now, they were just walking in the woods, but soon he would be in the air, soaring overhead to the Telmarine castle.

Edmund glanced over at Caspian, who was walking by his own griffin. The older boy had doubt written all over his face, and Edmund knew that he didn't look much different. When Edmund had been a King of Narnia, he, along with the counseling of Oreius, was usually the one to construct battle plans. He knew that there was a high chance this raid could end in a massacre.

Edmund looked to the head of the group, where Peter was riding a horse next to Glenstorm, the centaur. Edmund couldn't help but feel a strong annoyance at his blond-haired brother. Peter was acting much like he was before Narnia ever happened: over-confident, self absorbed, and extremely harsh. He didn't think before he acted, and Edmund assumed it would eventually get someone killed.

Probably me, Edmund thought bitterly.

During the debate at the Stone Table, Edmund could see Peter was trying to keep his role as High King intact. By suggesting the raid, he had given himself more power. The Narnians didn't want to disappoint the monarch, so many agreed to the raid. Caspian and Lucy protested against the raid, but Susan said nothing. When Peter had turned to Edmund for opinion, he was torn. Edmund tried to word his reply carefully:

"If they're smart, the Telmarines could just wait and starve us out."

Edmund regretted it the moment it left his mouth. It sounded like he was agreeing with Peter, but Edmund was unsure the raid would be successful. He had meant to say they shouldn't stand around the How and wait to be attacked, but he certainly did not mean they should attack an almost unbreakable fortress.

So now, there they were, at the edge of the forest. Edmund had to admit the plan wasn't horrible, even if it was Peter's idea. He would fly in first and check to make sure the coast was clear, or clear enough, and he would use his torch to signal for Peter, Caspian, Susan, and Trumpkin. They would fly to the windows, climb in, and then they would separate: Peter and Susan to Miraz's chambers, and Caspian and Trumpkin to the gatehouse, where they would meet Reepicheep and the other mice to open the gate. When he received the signal from Peter, he would signal with his torch for the armies to advance.

Peter looked over at Edmund and said harshly, "Come on Ed, get going. We don't have all night."

Edmund was startled out of his thoughts, and he quickly turned to Penna and climbed onto her back. "Ready when you are, Penna."

Penna nodded, her golden feathers ruffling. "Yes, King Edmund." She leaned back on her hind legs, building up power, before leaping up off the ground and into the air.

Edmund's hair immediately flew back, and he tightened his grip on the griffin's neck. He never told anyone, save for Lucy, of his fear of heights, and he certainly wasn't going to mention it now. He could only close his eyes and pray to Aslan that he wouldn't fall out of the sky.

Penna circled once over the army, and Edmund grimaced at the size of the army. There were maybe five-hundred soldiers, including fauns, centaurs, minotaurs, and a small selection of animals. Edmund had insisted that if they were going to fight, they needed to leave many of the archers at the How, along with many of the animals. If they were going to fail their mission, there must be someone to stay with Lucy, and take care of everything.

Penna broke out of the trees and flew out into the night air. Edmund saw the castle as it grew bigger. They flew towards the highest tower, where there was only one guard on duty. Penna flew up to the tower when the guard's back was turned; she landed on the roof, quickly folding her wings to hide from the soldier. Edmund noiselessly got off of Penna's back, holding on to the shingles of the roof. He waved his hand over to Penna, and without another word she hooked her wicked, sharp claws on the Telmarines soldier, plucking him off the ground.

She silenced the soldier quickly, making Edmund wince. Edmund watched her fly away; she was going to circle around, watching out for Edmund on Peter's orders, waiting to help him the second he was in need.

Edmund let go of the shingles, letting himself drop to the floor a couple meters below. He bent his knees and landed silently, before he stood up and took his torch out of his belt. He looked out over all of the lower towers, and was immediately overwhelmed by the height. He felt dizziness wash over him, but he shook his head to dispel the feeling.

He was relieved to see there were only a couple soldiers on duty. Any soldiers on the main floor would be taken out by Reepicheep and his friends, and any guards on duty in the towers would be taken out by Susan's arrows.

Satisfied by the few number of lookouts, Edmund flicked his torch on, shining the light up in the sky. He flicked the lights on and off repeatedly, the signal for the other four to come in on griffins. The other four, unlike Edmund, would be hanging underneath the griffins, being held by their claws. Edmund continued to flick the light, but Caspian caught his eye.

Caspian let his feet out from the claws of the griffin, letting himself dangle by one hand. He slashed at a soldier on a tower, maiming him before the poor man fell off the tower. Caspian barely spared him a glance before lifting his feet to their original opinion.

Edmund hoped that the man was dead before he hit the ground. It would be less painful to die quickly than to go SPLAT on the ground, Edmund thought.

Edmund pointed his flashlight to where he knew the army was waiting, signaling for the army to move closer to the castle, traveling through the village. The villagers would not be harmed, as long as they were not hostile to the Narnians.

Edmund froze when he heard the slight twang of an arrow. He ducked instinctively, and was glad he did, for not a second later an arrow whizzed over his head, hitting the stone wall before clattering to the ground. Edmund looked over the edge to see the soldier who had shot at him fall to the ground, one of Susan's red-fletched arrows in his throat. He saw Peter land on the roof, unsheathing his sword and quickly killing the other soldier on duty, who fell to the ground before he could even cry out.

Edmund saw Caspian, Susan and Trumpkin land behind Peter, and the griffins quickly took off to rejoin the army. Edmund couldn't believe that the plan was working perfectly so far.

Well, Edmund thought, leaning up against the wall, they're in. It's time to wait.

A/N- Well I hope my first chapter was okay. Just a fact I should add: "Penna", the name of the griffin means "wing" in Latin; I thought it was cool.

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