A/N This is slightly shorter than what I intended it to be, but I like it better this way. This is the fastest I've ever updated anything, but it will most likely not happen again since school's starting up again. Anyway, please enjoy and feedback is much appreciated:)

Aza was crawling into Aslan's camp. She had escaped from the White Witch and she was free. She walked hours to find Aslan's Camp. She was exhausted and half-starved but she made it. Fortunately the centaurs who spotted her knew who she was. Aza awoke the next morning in a soft bed, and had a real meal.

The different creatures in Aslan's camp were in awe of her. An elf had not been seen in a hundred years. She ignored their questions about where she had been for so long. Aza immediately joined in the battle training. Rumors that the White Witch planed to go to war had reached all over Narnia. Aza spent hours of training relentlessly. She was desperate to prove herself, desperate to make her people proud of her. Often, Edmund crossed Aza's thoughts. She worried about him and wondered if somehow he managed to escape as well. One day the three Pevensies came. They too quickly joined in the training.

Aza was with Oreius when Susan's horn blew. Oreius didn't need to say for her to come. She just did. Aza, Oreius, and a few fauns and other creatures responded to the horn. Peter Pevensie had his sword drawn when Aza arrived. There was one large wolf that was snarling and growling menacingly at him. Another wolf was trapped underneath Aslan's great paw.

"This is Peter's battle," Aslan said. They were not to help.

"You think you're a king," the wolf sneered at Peter, "But you're going to die like a dog!"

The wolf leaped and Peter's sword ended the wolf. Aslan released the other and it yelped as it ran.

"After him," Aslan said. "He'll lead you to Edmund."

Oreius nodded and lead the Narnians after the wolf. Aza ran alongside the fawns, feeling the warm air in her face. Winter had been too long. Spring felt much better than it ever had. Oreius turned and beckoned Aza closer to him.

"Once we reach their camp," he began. "You must free Edmund and go. Run as fast you can with him. We'll handle the others." Aza nodded and moved faster.

It felt glorious to be running through grass once again, doing something important. It was evening by the time they reached the camp. Aza spotted the dark hair and strange clothes immediately tied to a large tree. Oreius had cut off a goblin and nodded for her to go.

Aza drew her sword to meet Ginarrbrik, whose only weapon was a knife. She overpowered him in seconds and had her sword pressed to his back, very much like how he had done to her. Using Ginarrbrik's knife, she cut the ropes that held Edmund to the tree and removed the gag. Very quickly, she tied Ginarrbrik to the tree in Edmund's place. She made the knots tight and smiled as Ginarrbrik let out curses against her. Aza finished by pinning the top of Ginarrbrik's hat to the tree with his knife.

"We've got to run until we meet Oreius," she told him.

They took off, Aza running slower so she wouldn't lose Edmund. Aza heard hooves and turned to see Oreius behind them, along with a horse with no rider.

"Put him on," Oreius said over the shouts of the creatures.

Aza swung herself up onto the horse and pulled Edmund up behind her. The other Narnians joined them and they rode with Edmund back to freedom and Aslan. It was almost dawn when they reached Aslan's Camp once more. Aza slid from the horse and Edmund came down after her. He looked worse than the last time she saw him. His lip was cut and bleeding and he had various scratches and bruises all over his face.

"Thanks for coming to get me," he said.

"You're welcome Edmund Pevensie. I owe you much more." She smiled very softly. But Edmund didn't smile. His face held his worry and fear.

"Something is troubling you." Edmund looked up at the rising sun and spoke softly.

"I'm a traitor Aza. I have to go see Aslan and I, I don't know what…" He gulped.

"I don't know what will happen to me." He was afraid of Aslan. He was afraid of judgement. Aza had met Aslan and had talked with him a little.

"Everything will be alright Edmund Pevensie. Aslan, he's not like everyone else. He won't judge you as harshly as you think. Not if you truly want to be forgiven. Not if you are truly sorry."

Edmund glanced to a hill, a hill where Aslan was waiting.

"Do not be afraid Edmund Pevensie. It'll be alright."

Edmund took in a breath and began walking. But then he stopped for a moment and turned.

"Aza," he said.

"Yes Edmund Pevensie?"

"You can just call me Edmund," he finished with a small smile. "And thank you."

Aza smiled too and walked back to her own tent. Edmund's feet carried him to Aslan.

"You have made a friend here haven't you?" Aslan said as Edmund joined him.

"Yes," Edmund replied. "A real friend."