Okay, this one is a lot shorter than before, but I'm trying to keep the drama there without giving too much away XD About 70% of the Narnia references is the script of Prince Caspian nearing the end, basically beginning where Mel's Angel Watch left off XD
BTW, sorry if I didn't get the Narnian characters right...first time I ever did a fanficcy type thing of them, so...yeah, working out the kinks XD
So yes, I wrote this in limited time and I'm typing THIS note in limited time, and I must hurry so...enjoy!


Later that night, Mel was tossing and turning in her bed. She couldn't get to sleep once again, but for different reasons other than nightmares. This was to do with her odd vision.

The feelings were back, and they were getting worse.

Gasping for breath, Mel turned over to her bedside cabinet, and grabbed her iPhone. Speed dialling Lola, who had gone to the Babylon without her, she prayed that she would answer her phone.

"Boo?" Lola yelled once she put the phone to her ear.

"Lola, I seriously need your help," Mel said loudly, gasping for breath. "It's not in my head this time. Something is seriously up."

"Hold on, let me go out to the gardens, I can barely hear a thing," Lola replied, the thumping trance music in the background making it hard to hear for both of them. In a few minutes, the sounds died down to just the chatter of angels who had decided to ditch the nightclub for the beauty of the outdoors. "Anyway, you were saying?"

"I can't breathe. I seriously can't. The feelings back, and I can't fight it," Mel said slowly, trying to take in as much air as possible. Her heart was beating what felt like a million times a minute. "It's nothing to do with my nightmares, I SWEAR."

"I'll be right over," Lola said quickly, hanging up. Even though it was breaking a few rules, she decided to take the quick method and teleport herself into Mel's bedroom. In a shimmer of a sparkles, there she was, holding a drinking bottle full of water.

"What's happening to me?" Mel asked miserably, nearly collapsing on the ground as she staggered out of her bed.

"Drink," Lola commanded, handing her the bottle.

Mel undid the cap and took a long sip, her face still deathly white. When she finished, she coughed a few times, before sitting on the ground. Standing up was making her feel dizzy.

"I kind of have a theory as to what is going on," Lola mused slowly. "I read about it in one of the library books. Shortness of breath, nausea, the feeling of utter peace but pure evil at the same time-"

"Yes! I feel that too!" Mel exclaimed, her eyes going wide. "So what's going on?"

"You're soul, for some unknown reason, has connected to a person. And they are dying right this minute."

"Lola! You know Cosmic Time is outside of Human Time. Of course it would be happening right this minute. Everything is." Mel felt like she was about to faint, so she crawled back into her bed, shivering.

"I know that, I have gone to angel school you know," Lola laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking Mel's leg. "You just have to ride it out. If that person is good, you'll be meeting them soon. If that person is bad, well...you know where they'll be going."

"And they'll meet Maia instead," Mel whispered, shutting her eyes. She was starting to get terrible pains in her stomach. And it really hurt. "Whoever it is, I hope they die really fast, I can't take this anymore!"


"Perhaps I was wrong. It seems you have the makings of a good Telmarine king after all," Miraz whispered hoarsely, before bowing his head to the one who was going to take his life.

Caspian was just about to stab him, when he changed his mind. He yelled, stabbing the ground instead. "Not one like you. Keep your life, but I am giving the Narnians back their kingdom."

As he walked away from the ending battle, the Narnians cheered. Everything was perfect now. The Telmarine's had been defeated, and they had regained the land they had lost. It was time to celebrate!

Sopesian approached Miraz, helping him off the ground. "My king," he greeted him.

"I will deal with you when this is over," Miraz growled, obviously disgruntled about the loss in battle.

"It is over," Sopesian whispers in ear, using one of Susan's arrows to stab Miraz in the back.

Time seem to go in slow motion. Miraz gasped and fell over, the arrow sticking out of him in an odd angle.

Sopesian let him be, taking his king's sword as his own. "Treachery! They shot him! They murdered our king! To arms!"

And with that, the Telmarine's got into action. A few decided to charge at the high king and kill him, but Peter was stronger and faster, and managed to overpower them.

With Glozelle at the head of the army, he commanded the calvary to charge, Caspian riding down into the How to the hidden Narnian army that waited.

As if Caspian, Peter and Susan were working as one, they had each of their divisions at their every word. And in a perfect ballet of war, they timed the sequence perfectly, the ground collapsing underneath the Telmarine's, their horses falling.

"Fire!" Susan yelled to her army, and the arrows sailed into the sky, hitting the Telmarine's perfectly, taking down many numbers.

In a split second decision, they decided to retreat back to the How, but the Telmarine's cut off their chance. They started to surround them.

Edmund silently looked at Peter, and drew his sword. It was then that they decided to go all out, and finish the battle with combat.

They ran into the battlefield, the three Pevensie children and the Telmarine prince joining the other Narnian's in the bloodbath.

Edmund fought for all he was worth. He had certainly learned to fight a lot better than before, during the battle between the Narnian's and Jadis, the White Witch.

"Edmund! Look out!" Susan screamed from behind him, Edmund turning in surprise at the sound of her voice.

What happened would changed his life forever.

The Telmarine soldier took his opportunity when Edmund was distracted. In an unearthly war-cry that would send chills down an angels spine, he stabbed the Pevensie boy in the sternum, the sword going straight through to the other end.

"Edmund!" Peter yelled, his face horror-stricken. Memories of their first battle in Narnia flashed through his brain. It couldn't be happening. Not again. He found Caspian, who was calling orders to the other warriors. "Keep them in line! My brother is hurt."

"I shall do my best," Caspian nodded, continuing on with his duties as now chief in command.

Susan and Peter rushed over to Edmund, who was slowly sinking to the ground, staring at the knife in his body.

"I-" he tried to speak, blood seeping over his tongue. The taste was intoxicating. It was the taste of death.

"Oh Edmund, don't speak. Don't even try," Susan wept, noticing the pool of blood that was coating the grass. "Please, just hang on, Lucy will come soon with the potion!"

"He doesn't have time, don't you understand?" Peter yelled at his sister, kneeling down beside her. Their faces were tear-stained as they watched their brother slowly succumb to his injury. "Edmund. I-I'm sorry for everything I've ever said to you. I'm so, so sorry."

Edmund stared up into the faces of his siblings. A feeling was washing over him. It felt so lovely. As a tear slowly fell down the side of his face, he noticed something appearing behind everyone. Lovely opaque figures, rippling in rhythm with this throbbing hum that seemed to pull him closer to them.

"I-I love you. D-don't you ever f-forget that," he stuttered through the blood in his mouth.

He gasped as the creatures seem to take on a form. They weren't something out of mythology. They shone with white light, their large wings unfolding from behind their backs.

"Edmund? What do you see?" Susan asked, trying to control her emotions, but failing.

"Angels," he managed to whisper, turning his gaze back onto Peter and Susan. "I love you."

"Edmund, no," Peter cried, shaking his brother's shoulders as his eyelids slowly dropped. He was fading fast. "NO!"

The last thing Edmund saw was Susan and Peter sobbing, and the angels coming so close that he could feel their white robes brushing against his face.

And then it all went black.


The soaked Telmarine soldiers handed their weapons to Trumpkin, who was counting heads and swords, making sure nobody got past him.

Lucy stood beside Aslan, still amazed by what she saw. It wasn't every day that the water turned into a river-god and drowned nearly the entire armies, engulfing Sopesian completely.

It was supposed to be a heroic moment as Caspian, Susan and Peter approached Aslan. But as they bowed to the King of the Beasts, their shoulders were shaking as they cried. One king was not with them.

"Rise, kings and queens of Narnia," Aslan said, and the Pevensie children did. Caspian stayed kneeled. "All of you."

"I do not think I am ready," Caspian replied. He was surprised that Aslan was giving him such an honour.

"It's for that very reason I know that you are." Aslan turned his gaze onto Susan and Peter, who were trying to remain composed, the tears still welling in their red eyes. "And what is it that troubles you, dear ones?"

Susan closed her eyes, devastated that she had to say this in front of her younger sister. "Edmund. He's dead."

Aslan, like Susan, dropped his gaze in dismay. He already knew this news, but it still saddened his heart that one of his fine warriors, and a king of Narnia, had passed away.

Lucy was stunned. Her heart stopped, the sentence replaying in her mind over and over. Her face went pale as she turned to look at Aslan, and then back at her siblings. "Is this true?"

The three nodded, even Caspian having to wipe a few tears from his eyes. Even though he had not known Edmund for as long as Lucy had, he still felt a special closeness to all the Pevensie kids.

"No, no, you're wrong, you have to be wrong!" Lucy sobbed, her legs giving way underneath her. She gripped onto Aslan's mane, sobbing against him as if her life depended on it.

Aslan, of course, had no problem. He was sharing the grief with his closest friend.

"Is there any way my potion could help?" she said through her tears.

The three looked at Aslan expectantly, who closed his eyes briefly, letting out a breath. Moving away from Lucy so he could face her, he held her gaze as he told her the news.

"Edmund has passed, and although the potion can heal nearly any injuries, it cannot heal the death of your brother. It was his destiny to die today, but do not worry my dear ones," he added quickly as they all started crying again. "He has gone to a place where he will be safe for the rest of eternity."

"He saw angels before he died," Peter murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Has he...gone to Heaven?"

Aslan nodded silently, the gaze of the four on him. "For the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve that have chosen the right path, a city awaits them. Edmund Pevensie showed bravery, courage, love and strength, defeating all odds as a young boy and becoming a fine warrior. That has earned him a place as one of the humans that he saw."

"He's an angel?" Lucy asked, confused at the cryptic message of her master.

Aslan nodded slowly, a small smile creeping onto his lips. "He is at peace."

And at that final sentence from the Great Lion himself, they all raised their heads towards the sky, Caspian and Peter drawing their swords, holding them high in a salute to the fallen warrior.