PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS STORY IS INCOMPLETE. UNFORTUNATELY I MOVED ON FROM MY EDMUND ADDICTION BEFORE FINISHING THIS STORY. I DO INTEND TO FINISH IT BUT UNFORTUNATELY NOT IN THE FORSEEABLE FUTURE.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE.

I have loved Narnia since I was a little child and Edmund has always been a favourite character of mine. And then along comes the movies ... and Skandar plays the character to perfection.

This story is a little idea I have about what happens just before the end of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe and the events that follow which lead into the invasion of the Telmarines... I will try and keep many facts from the books but will deviate a little due to the nature of this story (Edmund and an OC).

This story is set in the time frame of about thirteen years after the Pevensie children are crowned. The ages of the children: Peter at 26, Susan 25, Edmund 23 and Lucy 21.

This story is in no way associated with The Chronicles of Narnia movies (worse luck!) and the books written by C. S. Lewis.

Edmund pushed over the Centaur knight and leaned back in his chair and yawned.

"Checkmate." He stated, glancing up at the ceiling.

Peter looked at the game in shock. "Blast Edmund. I so thought I had you this time."

"That was the intention. But by taking that pawn two goes back you left your knight and king open to my attack."

Peter started putting the pieces back onto the chess board.

"Feel like another game?" Peter asked hopefully.

"No thanks Peter. I'm bushed. The girls have already gone to bed and I'm ready for my beauty sleep."

"Beauty sleep?" Peter laughed. " You should be so lucky."

Edmund grinned back and was thinking up a retort when the Footfawn stepped forward to announce Fiddlero and two other mice. Edmund and Peter looked towards the long corridor and smiled at each other. It had been rather quiet since they had last seen the Mice. The Mice took great liberty in using their voices since they had been given the power of speech for being of service to Aslan - chewing through his ropes when he lay dead on the Stone Table.

"Your Majesties." Fiddlero bowed low and then straightened himself and walked forward.

"Welcome back home Fiddle." Peter said bowing his head slightly in respect at the little mouse. "How fared your mission?"

Fiddlero looked towards his friends Mattu and Kneep as they walked forward too and bowed.

"Not such good news my King."

"Oh?" Peter frowned. "What is the problem with our dear friends the Telmarines? Everything has been fine in previous reconnaissance missions."

"Well it started off well." Fiddlero said. "We hid in our usual mouseholes in the king's quarters. Although we did have a little skirmish with a cat in the Kitchens. You know kitchens are useful because you can hear gossip from the servants. And we hid in the sleeping quarters of the king. And of course the eating quarters. And then his receiving rooms. And of course..."

"Okay Fiddlero. We get the idea." Edmund said smiling broadly. "We really want an abridged version so you can all get a well earned rest."

"Of course Your Majesty." Fiddlero said bowing low. "Much has changed since we last sneaked into Telmar. The King and ministers had many discussions about Narnia. And none of it positive."

"King?" Edmund asked. "There has never been a king in Telmar before. Lords yes, but never a king."

"He's been a king for less than a month." Fiddlero said. "There has been a bad famine in the lands of Telmar for the past eight months and it seems the people were getting nervous. Some of the lords in the country assembled armies and fought each other and it seems that Lord Caspian won. He captured the armies and joined them to his own. And just two weeks ago he proclaimed himself King. And he seems to have the backings of the people."

"I see." Peter said. "I didn't realise there was a famine or we could have helped them. And if this Caspian can make things good for his people then he may yet show his worthiness of king. But what of their talks about Narnia?"

"If you will allow Kneep to talk, he was privy to the most important of the conversations that concern us." Fiddlero responded.

"Of course." Edmund said, smiling sweetly at the nervous little mouse. "You may talk whenever you wish Kneep."

"Oh thank you your Royal Kingness." Kneep said, nervously fingering his whiskers. "I was hidden under the thrown of the king and he was looking at some sort of Map. The people were talking about how it was wrong that a nation of animals and speaking creatures should own a whole kingdom even if the kings were human. They actually said that it was a shame that The Kings and Queens of Narnia were well-respected with the other nations and excellent at warfare because otherwise they would come and take our food and feed only humans."

"What?" Peter and Edmund exclaimed.

"Yes. They said we had no right to exist. That humans were the only beings with souls and that was why they had speech. Creatures like horses mixed with humans were obscene and impure. One man said he couldn't understand how any human could trust a creature that acted as if it had a soul."

Edmund and Peter looked at each other in horror. They had been neglecting Telmar a little in the last few years. A year had passed since Peter had waged war with the Ettins, Giants who had wished to invade Narnia from the North. Peter had successfully pushed them past the borders back into their native Ittinsmoor. Whilst he had been up North with the army Susan and Edmund had been South in the Calormen empire trying to establish diplomatic relations. Prince Rabadash wished Susan's hand in marriage and had courted her but she had seen his true nature and refused him. He wanted to force her to marry him or make the entire Narnian party into slaves. Susan and Edmund just managed to escape with their lives and returned to Cair Paravel. But they were followed by Rabadash and his men. Prince Edmund fought Rabadash in a sword fight and won.

It was at least five years ago since Peter and Susan had visited the surrounding kingdoms. They had met with the leaders of Telmar and Archenland and been received cordially. They had hoped that through these meetings the different lands could live in peace and harmony. But just in case of infractions the Mice had spied on the lands every few years.

Peter turned to Kneep. "Were they thinking of invasion or was it more general talks about Narnia?"

"We heard conversations such as these on exactly three different occasions. They didn't discuss any tactics of war but looked fearful when talking about us." The Mouse looked at his friends and chuffed a little laugh. "Well, maybe not little mice like us. But they were worried and mentioned the Centaurs, Minotaurs and Griffins and kept mentioning that we were a war waiting to be assembled and it was best to be prepared."

"So no time frame was mentioned then." Peter said.

"None my lord. The way they talked was more of a fear of the unknown and a general unhappiness of things not understood. But the way they talked about talking animals and magical beings - it was very degrading to listen to. They spoke of us as if we were vermin. And they had little respect when speaking of Your Royal Highness's.

"Well, if they are not thinking about war..." Peter said.

"Yet..." Edmund interrupted.

"Yes Edmund, thanks." Peter rolled his eyes at Edmund. "If they are not thinking about war yet then it would be a good idea to send a party to Telmar including a representative of each race of creature. They will be able to see just how civilised we are."

"It's time we went Peter." Edmund said. "The last time we visited the outlying areas was years ago. And if there is political unrest then it would be better to settle it as soon as possible."

"We'll wait until morning and discuss it with Susan and Lucy." Peter turned towards the mice standing proudly before him. "Thank you for your time and effort. You have been of immeasurable service."

"We live only to serve." Said Fiddlero bowing very low.

"Yes, well you can take a well earned rest and we will call you again when we have need of you."

The three mice bowed low and then turned slowly around from the Kings and walked out of the large doors at the end of the Thrown Room.

"Well, there's nothing more to discuss tonight. And as we're not playing another game of chess I'm off to bed. Goodnight Ed."

"Night Peter. And try not to think too hard about what the mice said – you know you can be incredibly grumpy when you've had little sleep."

"Not at bad as you Ed." Peter said punching Edmund in the arm. "And try not to sleep in tomorrow - you know what you're like."

"You're worse Peter, you just can't admit it. And please don't worry - we've managed to bring peace to all areas of Narnia for many years and we won't let anything like a little ignorance interfere with that."

"I hope you're right Ed. Good night."

Ah well, hope you like this so far. Sorry if it's a little stuffy & long-winded, just trying to set the scene...

I love feedback and if there's anything you particularly hate (or love) then let me know. It all helps in perfecting (or lack thereof) my writing.

And I have never played a game of chess in my life. So if the sentences about the chess pieces made little sense then apologies.

And have to mention again: Edmund is such a perfect character to write about. He is classically handsome, kind, decent, witty. Oh, I'm gonna love writing him - especially in later chapters ;).

And if you've never read the 7 books of Narnia then go and read 'em - the movies are unbelievable for a reason x