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I sit up straight in my bed at Cair Paravel. I've had the same dream night after night, and I can't understand why. I'm sixteen now, and I should have let go of my frightening childhood memories long ago. The dream is the same every night.

I'm hidden, watching Aslan being put to death. When his eyes close for the final time, the scene changes, and it is Edmund on the Stone Table, in place of Aslan, and he's the one killed, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. In the last scene, I walk through a field, with Susan and Peter ahead of me, and I come upon a lone grave with a tombstone that simply says, 'The Just King'. At this, I always wake up, shaking.

As I try to fall back to sleep, tossing and turning every which way, I hear a knock on my door.

"Lu?" Edmund's voice says through the door. "Are you alright?"

I am about to say that I am fine, but something stops me. Maybe it's the hesitation in his voice, as if he's been trying to ask me for some time.

I start to cry, and I realize I can't stop. "Oh, Edmund," I say, through my tears.

My brother immediately comes into my room and sits next to me on the edge of the bed. Then he puts his arm around me. "What's wrong?" he asks.

"I keep having this dream, and it's so frightening. I am watching Aslan be put to death by the Witch, and then she kills you! It's awful. And when I wake up, I'm so afraid it's true, that I can't go back to sleep for hours. Sometimes I don't go back to sleep at all. I've had this same dream for weeks."

"Oh, Lu," Edmund says quietly. "I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what. You have been acting so unlike yourself for the last several weeks, that I was so scared you were sick, or worse, that I was afraid to ask you." He gives me a squeeze. "At least now I know what's wrong. You could've told me sooner."

"I know I could've, but I thought talking about it would make it worse. I guess I was wrong." I smile sleepily at my brother. "Thank you for listening."

"You're welcome, Lucy. You should probably get some sleep." He gets up and pulls the covers over me as I lay down. "I love you, Lu," he says.

"I love you, too, Ed."