Disclaimer: I do not own anything Narnia related. All credit goes to C.S. Lewis.

A/N: I apologize for the slow story line. It will get better. I'm just rambling at this point trying to build up to the major point in the story... Thanks for your patience.

Oh Aslan, please heal her. Let her be healed through your grace. Edmund prayed as he sat by a sleeping Aurora's bed. He had been there for three days and Aurora still hadn't woken up. He had refused to leave her side anytime someone had come in unless Lucy had to change her bandages. Only then would he stand up from the hard chair.

She had developed a fever over the past three days and was having nightmares as a result. Edmund continually changed the wet cloth that was kept on her forehead. It wouldn't be half an hour before the rag, that was soaked in ice water, was warm and had to be replaced. According to Lucy, the fever should break within the next day or so.

Edmund reached up and removed the cloth from Aurora's forehead. She tensed. A new nightmare was starting. He pulled another rag out of the ice water bin and dabbed her cheeks and forehead. He folded it up and placed it on her forehead. She loosened. The end of a nightmare.

"Edmund, she's not going to wake up for a while." Lucy's voice came from behind him. She put her hand on his shoulder. "Go rest." Edmund reluctantly agreed to his sister's persistence. He walked back into his bed chambers and was asleep before his head could hit the pillow.

Aurora ran down the halls of the castle towards a shape on the other end. What she wanted with the shape, she did not know but somehow she felt a need to reach it and embrace it. As she moved closer the shape took dimension.

"Wait!" she screamed at the figure as it began to walk away from her, turning its back to her. She ran faster than she ever had before to catch the figure. But the more she ran, the further the figure seemed to be. For some reason she thought that if she were to reach this figure, she would be healed and wake up.

"Aurora," a whisper came from the dark shape.

"Wait, stop! Who are you?!" She ran. The figure grew and continued to do so as she inched closer. This was the fifth time she had had this dream. She was expecting it to end at its usual point just then. The small amount of hope that wished it would all end shattered. Finally the figure revealed itself. Dark hair was shaggy on top of a tan face. Bright eyes lit the white dream room around them. Edmund leaned his face in and Aurora felt soft lips touch hers.

Aurora opened her eyes for the first time in 5 days. Her fever had broken. She looked at the edge of her bed. Edmund was leaning into his folded hands with his elbows rested on his knees. She took a deep breath but found it painful. Edmund looked up with a smile.

"Oh thank Aslan you're awake."

"Wha- what happened? Where am I?" Aurora started to sit up. But with a sharp breath, she shrunk back under her sheets.

"Woah, slow down." He helped her get back into her previous position. "You're in your room. Don't do too much right now. As you can tell, even sitting up's going to be a problem right now." Edmund smiled.

"What happened? Why do I have bandages around me?" Oh, my gosh, that dream did not do those eyes justice. She thought. But she shook it off as quickly as it had come. Aurora could feel herself building her guard up even stronger around her emotions.

"You were attacked. Two of the Tarshin soldiers found you while you were riding and attacked you. Someone found you and brought you back here. Lucy gave you some of her potion but it only stopped the bleeding. You were out cold for five days."

"What?! No, no, I couldn't have been out for that long. I have meetings with the council and with the Tarshins preparing for battle, I have to prepare my troops! I've got to get up." She threw the blankets over and got off of the mattress quickly. And just as fast as she could take her first step, she was falling to the floor in pain.

"Oh no you don't," Edmund said, catching her. He picked her up and placed her back on the bed, laying the blankets on top of her again. Aurora blushed. "Peter has all of that under control. He's handling it. You just need to rest for the next week. Then you can be up on your feet again." Edmund explained as his sister walked into the room.

"Good morning Ed. Aurora, you're finally awake. Wow, that just made my day that much more pleasant." She put down the bowl, cloths, and bandages that she was carrying and faced her brother. "Now, Edmund, if you will excuse us. I need to change her bandages." Edmund nodded and walked out of the room.

Don't forget to R&R plz!!!!