Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything. Well...I guess I might own a dead Edmund somewhere in an alternate dimension. No...I don't think I own even that *sobs in corner* wow...these disclaimer things can get really depressing, can't they?
I knew that I was crying, but I didn't care. My mind was crowding with all of the memories I had of the short time that I had tried to lead these people. In the span of one battle, one night, I had lost faith in everything. Where was Aslan when all this was happening? I looked back from my horse one last time, trying not to recognize any of the faces behind the gate. I watched a Gryphon fly over the battlements with a Dwarf riding on his back. My gaze shifted downward, and I saw something that had plagued my dreams since we first came to Narnia. Edmund was standing behind the gate, saying something that was lost to the wind. I yelled his name, and in a flash I remembered when he was stabbed by the Witch. I remember feeling like I had failed. I was the oldest, and still Edmund was the one risking his life to save me. He looked away from me and, with the strength of Narnia behind him, charged at the Telmarines.
That was the last time I ever saw my brother, we never even found his body. Now, back in London, Lucy still cries herself to sleep at night. Susan and I try to comfort her, but we both know that only the impossible could comfort her now. Edmund and those that fell that night saved Narnia. They defeated enough of the Telmarines for us to regroup and take the castle the next day. They fought hard for their country, and their family's freedom, knowing that they would never taste it for themselves. Narnia exists because of them.