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Six months after the White Witch is killed, Peter is having nightmares about Edmund, Susan and Lucy dying. At first he thinks it's because he's worried about them, that is until everything starts going horribly wrong and Peter realises that he is actually for-seeing something he dreads the most.

"Peter! Peter help, please. Edmund's hurt and Susan is gone. He took her. Please, Peter help. Help us Peter!"

Peter heard Lucy's voice crying in his head, "Peter please don't go! Help us!"

Images flashed in his mind, Edmund covered in this own blood, his hazel eyes open, glassy and empty. Lucy sat at his side blood in her hair, smudged across her small face, her broken arm held close to her chest…

That image dissolved, Tears ran down Susan's porcelain cheeks, fear and pain visible in her eyes. A shadowy figure approached her, knife in hand. It grabbed her face and struck her cheek with the small blade, making a long cut down her face…

Edmund's boyish voice, thick with pain, echoed his head, "Peter you have to save Susan. Here's nothing I can do anymore. You have to bring our sister back."

Suddenly Peter awoke, gasping for breath as though he had run a thousand miles. He sat up and realised that he was drenched in cold sweat. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Leaning against the basin he concentrated on his breathing. He stared at his reflection and noticed he was trembling. He slashed cold water on his face.

He had been having these dreams for a few weeks. At first they had come every third or fourth night and he would think that he would get them because he was worried about them. He was always able to forget them in the daytime.

But now, it was different. Now they came very night and the images and voices of his siblings were so clear and accurate that it was starting to get hard to forget about the images that made him want to throw up or the cries from Edmund and Lucy.

But the thing that really disturbed him was what the whole thing about somebody taking Susan was all about. He knew that people had dreams of other people suffering, but he had never heard of them having a whole situation played out in their head.

He sighed and felt sick when he remembered Lucy's broken arm, Edmund's body covered in blood or Susan's frightened eyes.

"It was just a dream," Peter reinsured himself, "It's only a nightmare and nightmares don't come true."

Unfortunately for Peter, he had never been so wrong in his life.

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