Hey guys! Sorry for not updating in so long! My life has been insane! Also, my grandpa had pancreatic cancer last year and we were at his house every single day spending time with him. He passed away in August of '12 and we had to deal with funeral plans and such and then a month later, my family and I moved and now life is at last winding down, so I should be able to update more, now. Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews and thank you for reading! PLEASE REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! Enjoy! :)

One Week Later

"Hey, new kid!"

The burly 16 year old boy in the signature red and white uniform, called out on the school sidewalks of BereanAcademy.

Edmund continued walking to his next class with faithful Lucy at his side, not realizing that the shout was meant for him. The next thing he knew, he was kicked in the back of the shins, causing him to collapse on the sidewalk.

"Edmund!" Lucy shrieked as her brother went down.

"I was talking to you!"

The student who had addressed Edmund earlier kicked the sprawled out figure again.

Edmund refused to cry out to the searing pain in his legs and his head, where the second kick was targeted.

Lucy flinched, helplessly watching the scene before her.

"Are you going to call out for your little sister to save you?" The boy jeered. "Huh?"

Another brutal kick was applied to the ribcage.

In a matter of seconds, Edmund lunged for the boy's legs, grabbed hold of them, and then yanked him down onto the sidewalk. Edmund stood up, brushed his hands off and faced the boy, who was glaring at him from below.

"If I were you," Edmund began with gritted teeth and anger flashing in his brown eyes, "I wouldn't try that, again."

He sharply turned around and said over his shoulder, "Come on, Lu."

Lucy glanced one last time at Edmund's attacker and then jogged to catch up to her brother. As the siblings walked away, they noticed that a group had gathered a few feet away from where the boy still lay.

"That new kid pummeled you, Carter!"

"What happened?"

"Who was that kid?"

Questions and jeers arose from the small crowd which grew increasingly larger as other students discovered that Carter was beat for once.

A loud yell of hatred and frustration was heard from the disabled figure still lying helplessly on the sidewalk.

"I'm going to kill that kid!"

"I wonder if all of the students are like that boy- Carter, I think they said his name was."

Lucy said as she walked with Edmund past the ruckus behind them.

Edmund shrugged. "I hope not, but if they are, I will just have to show them that I will not stand for bullying. It is not noble to throw someone to the ground because they didn't hear you."

Lucy put a hand on her brother's shoulder, stopped and turned to look at him.

"Not everyone in our world has the same just and chivalrous nature that you have, Edmund. We're not in Narnia, anymore."

Edmund sighed. "You just realized that?"

He did not wait for an answer before continuing, "It was hard enough to go back to our world, before, even when I knew that I was going back. Now, knowing that I'm not ever going back makes it even harder to bear with."

Lucy paused.

"Aslan knows what he's doing, Edmund. He wouldn't send us back if there wasn't a reason."

"Then, what's the reason?" Edmund questioned. "Why can't we go back? We didn't do anything wrong."

"That's not the point. It could be that we don't see the big picture and that Aslan does. Therefore, what he decided is for our own good."

Edmund looked at his younger sister.

"Sometimes, you are wise beyond your years."

Lucy smiled and looked back at him.

"Isn't it time for your next class?"

He grinned.

"So, you're forcing me to leave you?"

"I am merely assisting your brain to aide you in remembering that your mathematics class starts in five minutes."

"Then I had better go, now."

Edmund hugged his sister and waved one last time before dashing to his classroom.

One thing Edmund had learned from his math class was that David Carter was a troublemaker. Everything the teacher said, he had either argued with it, mocked it, or ignored it. A few times, he almost fell asleep. Carter and his buddies had shot spitballs at the nerds and held rather loud conversations that distracted the teacher, Mr. Riley, and also the students. Edmund had spent half of the class, avoiding Carter's death glares sent his way, every few seconds. Now, as he walked through the school hallways to his locker, someone shoved him against the metal lockers to his right side. Once, Edmund had regained his composure he stared his attacker in the face.

It was Carter.

"Do I know you?" Edmund asked, his lips set in a tight line, attempting to restrain himself from saying something he would regret.

"Not yet, but you will, soon, Pevensie." Carter cautioned in rage.

"How do you know my name?"

"I asked around." Carter pinned him up against a locker. "You think you're brave, don't you? Well, you definitely have nerve."

A loud resounding crack was applied to Edmund's mouth.

"You certainly have nerve to assault a king!" Edmund yelled with rage.

The words escaped his bloodied lips before he could stop them.

There was no time for regret.

He extended his fist and punched Carter in the nose. Carter stood in shock for several seconds staring at Edmund with wide eyes, crimson blood dripping from his nose. He shook himself, closed his eyes for a second, and then opened them once more, burning with hatred and rage.

Suddenly, a different emotion shown in his eyes as Edmund's previous words finally registered.

"A king?" The boy spat out. "Ha!"

The exclamation of scornful laughter echoed in the filled halls.

"What are you? Mad?"

Edmund could say nothing. His lips would form no words.

Carter called a fellow student over. "Williams! Come here! I have something to tell you!"

Williams, a muscular 17 year old blond that towered over both other boys, strode over and noticed their wounds.

"Something wrong?" He asked in a booming voice.

"Not at all." Carter lied. "Pevensie, here, was only telling me that he was a king."

He maliciously turned towards Edmund. "Weren't you?"

Williams and Carter were both staring at him expectantly waiting for an answer.

Edmund had no idea of what to say.

Help me, Aslan.

"Yes, I was." Edmund boldly answered looking both of them in the eyes.

Even Carter's eyes were wide with surprise.

Williams finally closed his mouth and spoke.

"I must have heard you wrong, Pevensie. Did you say that you were a king?"

Edmund nodded. "Yes. I already answered that."

"What are you saying?" Carter questioned, confusion written on his tan face. "The only king around in England is King George. Don't be ridiculous!"

"I never said that I was king of England." Edmund brashly stated.

Williams raised his eyebrows. "Are you king over your little imaginary country that you made up when you were a kid?"

Both boys looked at each other and laughed.

"I would say that, but leave out the 'imaginary' part." Edmund replied.

Carter laughed again and held up an open palm to Edmund.

"Let me get this straight. You're king over another world or something?"

"That's about right."

"Wow. Aren't you a crazy one?" Williams shook his head in disbelief.

He turned to Carter.

"Come on. Leave the kid alone. He's obviously a little confused."

They glanced at him one last time with befuddled expressions on their faces and walked off, leaving Edmund with a bloody lip and a rather large smirk on his face.

"That's one way to get them to stay away."