A/N I suppose if you're reading this you must have enjoyed the first chapter! Thank you. I'm sorry that it was so depressing, I promise this one is more cheerful, although I'm not feeling that way myself (it was results day today…) Anywhoozles, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and please leave a review?

Disclaimer: I just found out that owning a dvd of a film that stars someone doesn't mean you own them…

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The castle authority had found neither hide nor hair of the little prince after over a fortnight of searching. There was simply no trace of Edmund anywhere in or around the castle; the prince might as well never have existed.

It was while the palace guards were searching that it was decided the remaining royals would be evacuated to live with the old star, Coriakin on his island, safe from any further harm.

And so it was that Peter, Susan and the baby Lucy found themselves ten years later living in Coriakin's mansion, isolated from the rest of Narnia and largely without any real recollections of the childhood they'd spent in Cair Paravel or even the brother they had been forced to leave behind.

*x*

"Peter?"

Peter rolled his eyes jestingly before smiling to his little sister. "Yes, Lucy?"

"Why is your tunic ripped?" the little girl grinned as she pointed to the great tear in the emerald tunic that stretched from his armpit to his hip.

"Well you see, Lucy-Lu, this wicked, wicked little girl that lives on this mysterious island with some dufflepuds decided to try and wield a sword close to twice her size and almost gutted her innocent brother in the process."

Lucy giggled, stopping as she caught her sister's semi irritated gaze.

"Why don't you get one of the Duffers to sew it for you?"

"They'd only make it worse, Su. Remember that dress you loved so much?"

Susan and Lucy both nodded sadly.

"Go change and I'll mend it myself." Susan argued.

Peter groaned. "Susie, it's a battle scar!" He winked jovially at Lucy causing her to cry with laughter as Susan rolled her eyes.

"Don't you dare encourage him Lucy Pevensie!" She smiled as Lucy clamped her hands over her mouth in a clearly futile attempt to stifle her almost manic giggles.

Peter grinned and reached for a slice of toast. "Where's Coriakin?"

Susan looked over her shoulder, ducking as a dufflepud narrowly missed her head with the knife he was swinging wildly. She narrowed her eyes. "He must be sleeping. I could hear him pacing for hours last night, it ended up keeping me awake. I think he must be having trouble sleeping again.

Lucy frowned. She didn't like it when their guardian couldn't sleep; it meant he was missing home again. "Why don't we invite Ramandu's daughter to stay again? He enjoyed her company last time."

Susan noticed Peter's cheeks had reddened at the talk of Lilliandil. "He wasn't the only one."

Peter choked on his mouthful as he attempted to reply, spraying Lucy with bread crumbs in the process.

If Lucy had been even the slightest bit more like Susan she would have squealed and made a tremendous fuss of her ruined gown. Luckily for Peter, Lucy simply made a face of faux disgust before brushing the soggy crumbs from her bodice.

"I'm sorry, Lu!"

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Susan's quill scratched against her parchment as she finished her letter to Ramandu's daughter. She heard a soft moan and looked up to see her sister curled up in one of the window seats, her cheek squashed against the glass as she slept. The book she had been reading was balanced on her stomach whilst a cup of hot chocolate was gripped precariously in her hands.

Susan clicked her tongue absently before blowing at the ink to dry it; setting the paper down when she was satisfied it wouldn't create a terrible stain on the satin top of the desk. She got up, removing a discarded blanket from one of the old high backed chairs as she made her way to her sister.

She placed the blanket down by Lucy's bare feet for a moment before gently removing the now lukewarm mug from her sister's chilly hands, smiling as she noticed the title on the book was one she had been reading to her sister since Lucy was barely able to walk. She moved to take the cup out of her hands. Susan sniffed as she noticed the contents of the cup had barely been touched. She often reminded Lucy of the old saying: 'waste not, want not'. Annoying as it was, it had really stuck with them both so it always came as a surprise when Lucy left anything, whether it be food or drink. She froze as Lucy moaned in her sleep.

"Ed-mund."

Susan frowned. Lucy was having the dream again.

"No, please! Not Edmund. Please don't hurt him." Lucy began to shake; her arm flew out in what appeared to be an attempt to protect herself. Susan caught her hand in her own, tracing circles in Lucy's small palm as she had done almost every time Lucy experienced her dreams.

"Lu, it's just a dream. No one's going to hurt you." She took the formerly discarded blanket and covered her sister. "It's just a dream, Lucy-Lu."

With a quick glance back at her sister's now peaceful frame, Susan left the library to send her letter, trying not to allow her mind to wander to her sister's persistent nightmares. She would probably have to tell Coriakin. She hated telling Coriakin, he would unfailing adopt a guilty expression and nod in that all-knowing way that only grownups seem truly capable of (Susan could almost mimic it). It made Susan feel she wasn't being told something and, being the determined type of girl she was, Susan hated being kept it the dark.

"Miss Susan!"

She turned, trying to keep her expression neutral as one of the dufflepuds came bounding up to her. "Yes, what is it?"

"Master Peter has cut himself again. I've always said he should stop playing with those nasty, sharp swords."

Susan nodded hastily, trying to speed the exchange up but the chief had taken it as a signal to keep talking. A second dufflepud appeared behind the first. "Keep it up chief. Keep it up!"

Susan groaned, excusing herself quickly to go find her brother before she had to pretend to listen to their ridiculous conversation. It had no structure and was so repetitive in nature that it seemed completely illogical to Susan.

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As the three siblings sat down for supper that evening Lucy looked sadly at the empty chair at the head of the table (she began to day dream fancifully that it had begun to be infested with spider's webs).

"Will he ever join us again?"

Susan sighed. "Of course he will, Lucy. Don't be so silly, he's only missed two meals."

It had come out more aggressively than Susan had originally intended and caused Lucy to recoil from the metaphorical barb to her sister's tone.

Peter smiled kindly at Lucy, wincing as his grip on his knife placed a mite bit too much pressure on the slice his sword had left in his palm. "Don't worry Lu; I'm sure he'll be back to normal before you know it."

Lucy snorted, earning herself a glare from Susan which she ignored. "Coriakin, normal?"

Peter inclined his head in acceptance. "Very well, normal for him."

"What is normal and for who?"

Lucy beamed as she saw a figure emerge from the shadows. It wasn't Coriakin, but a faun she knew and loved very well.

"Mr Tumnus!"

"Hello, your mag- Lucy."

Whilst Peter and Susan narrowed their eyes, Lucy ignored his stumble. "Hullo. What are you doing here?"

Tumnus frowned awkwardly as he met the older children's stony faces. They had heard his mistake and, unlike Lucy, they weren't so willing to ignore it. Especially since it seemed the faun had begun to refer to their little sister as 'Your majesty'.

"Coriakin asked for me, apparently it's important. Sorry I can't stay longer, children."

Peter narrowed his eyes at the term children. He was almost sixteen after all. Lucy meanwhile pouted at her friend's impending leave. "Can't you at least stay for a sticky bun?"

Susan shook her head at her sister. "We won't keep you Master Tumnus."

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Coriakin paced his study, turning as a light knock came from the door.

"Yes?"

Tumnus came through the door, his hooves making light taps on the wooden floor as he wandered over to the old star.

"Ah, Tumnus."

The faun shuffled from one foot to the other, uncomfortable under the older person's stare. "You asked for me?"

"Yes. Susan's been concerned over her sister's dreams. I want you to let Aslan know."

"Aslan? Surely he has more important things to- you've heard they think they've located E-"

Coriakin held up a hand. "Aslan will understand. We've been waiting to tell them about Edmund so the timing is rather appropriate."

"You've waited ten years to tell them about Edmund?" the faun's brow's furrowed in confusion. "They've never even heard about their own brother?"

"Has it truly been ten years? My! How time flies when you're old."

Tumnus pursed his lips, tapping his hoof against the floor agitatedly.

"The dreams Lucy has been having mean that Lucy is ready to hear the truth. We couldn't tell Peter or indeed Susan until Lucy was ready. After all…"

"It is her twin that the witch stole." Tumnus finished, now frowning openly.

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A/N

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'd love for you to have completed both of the R's. So please review, you don't want to be sloppy and only carry out one 'r' right? Yes, I'm shamelessly review whoring.

I'm dedicating this chapter to two very special people…Emily and Jasmine for many, many reasons but I'll put two below since Emily never seems to be able to get her head round why I dedicate things to her (It's because she's amazing whether or not she'll admit it).

Because you're both really amazing friends who are super-duper supportive (and the only two people I'll ever allow to read my fics before they're finished).

Because you guys are great inspiration and I don't know how I'd write without you two inspiring me. Yes I'm a cheesy ball of clichéd-ness, do I care? No, not really x