Hi there.

I know I said I wouldn't update very soon, but I just can't leave Ed wondering what has happened! [And my ideas will not let me sleep.]

This is going to be a rather short chapter, maybe even a really short chapter, but I really want to explain what's happening to Ed in his mind and not really focus on the outside world for this chapter. So, here goes!


Edmund woke up. He was lying on his bed, the same position he had been in since he had looked out of his window and seen a Narnia covered in snow, then fainted. His mind was reeling.

This is not real, this is not happening, his mind kept saying to him. Aslan and Peter took care of that!

Yet his senses told him differently. Edmund managed to get enough strength together to rise again from his bed, but this time, he headed for the door. On the way to the door, he passed by his dresser, which had a mirror. Ed glance at the mirror and stopped, shocked at his reflection.

He had pale skin, so pale itwas almost white. He had his raven black hair, per usual, but it was cut short if not for the braid down his back that reach the top of his legs. He was dressed in a white tunic and a black coat over it. For pants he had a simple pair of black leggings. He felt his chest for the wound he had received eariler and touched the soft bandages that wrapped around his chest. Someone had changed him out of his clothes and tended his wounds.

But who?

Edmund turned to face the mirror again and over more looked over his reflection. He stopped when he reached his face.

His mouth opened in horror. His eyes were black, dark as night, deep as the oceans. The eyes of a traitor. (1)

Edmund fainted for the second time that day.


(1) Ok, about the 'Traitor' part. In this story, when someone betrays their country, trust, or word, the Dark Magic [My own, twisted inventidies turns their eyes black to mark them as traitors.

This is turning out to be a lot darker than I thought. *Sigh*. Anyways, I'm sorry the chapter is so short, it's just something that I can do so I'm not to preoccupied in class.

I blame all spelling and grammatical errors On the fact that I am using an I-pad to type this at 3 o'clock in the morning.

Well, all's well that ends well.

Please review,

The Goddess of Books