Hey guys! So I don't really have anything to say this time, so I'll just reply and be on my merry way.

Rachel Kate Doxey: Thanks so much! I thought it was a good song. Did you check out the video? I am seriously considering going off into Prince Caspian, as I honestly think it will be fun to write. There is like a 97% chance that I continue it, just so you know.

FlightFeathers: Thanks for your review! I thought it would be better if I did a separate chapter because I didn't want that one to go on for like 5,000 words and not have anything to really write after it. The Golden Age chapters will each have one or two years per chapter, so this story will end up pretty dang big in the end.

Disclaimer: I don't even know if I'm legally obligated to say this anymore, but I don't own TCoN! I also don't own the joke said in paragraph 14 because Rizzolli and Isles got there first.

The Gryphon soon left to go with its brethren to get ready for their parts in the plan. It wasn't long before the Witch's army could be seen clearly coming over the hill opposite the one the Narnian army was standing on. As the Gryphon had said, their number was far greater than that of the Narnian's. "For Aslan!" yelled Peter. "And for Narnia!"

The stones dropped on the Witch's army, though still more came. Peter gave the signal and the Phoenixes made their wall of fire, but the Witch, who was now in the front line, quickly vanquished it. The battlefield was now filled with the battle cries of the warriors.

The Narnian army surged forward along with that of the Witch. The armies soon meshed together, and it was impossible to tell whose was whose except by the different armor that each army wore. The Witch's army was quite obviously bigger than the Narnian, and it wasn't long before the Narnian army's numbers dwindled even more.

Diane and Peter rode alongside each other, cutting down every enemy that they rode past, but it wasn't long before their horses were shot and they had to get off. "Diane," said Peter. "Get yourself and the others out of here! There are too many of them!"

He shouted the same message to Mister Beaver before running straight toward the Witch. Mister Beaver grabbed Edmund and Marie, trying to take them off of the battlefield, and Diane walked toward them. According to the plan, should this happen Thomas was to stay along with Peter and the others would leave.

Suddenly Edmund broke free from Mister Beaver's grip. "Peter said to go home!" yelled Mister Beaver after him. "Peter isn't King yet," replied Edmund before running to help his brother.

The Witch was now behind Peter and was just about to bring her wand down on him when suddenly Edmund jumped down beside her and brought his sword down on her wand. In a flash of blue light, her wand snapped in two. She took the sharp end of it and used it as a sword, dueling with the younger boy.

Edmund tried to bring his blade down on her head, but she quickly blocked and plunged her broken wand piece into his abdomen. He gasped before falling to the ground. Marie's whole world stood still for a moment, and everything went into slow motion.

She saw Edmund fall, and it seemed like the thud that echoed when he hit the ground shook the whole world. She ran over to him and when she got there time sped back up again. "Edmund!" she yelled. Tears fell down her face as he groaned in pain, clutching his wound.

She tried to remember what her mother told her about when someone was bleeding really bad (remember that her parents both went to war; her father is a soldier and her mother is a nurse). She remembered that you were supposed to apply pressure to it so the blood would clot faster and stop. And you weren't supposed to let them fall asleep either.

Marie ripped a piece of the fabric from her battle dress and balled it up before putting it on Edmund's wound. She was not happy to find that his eyes were drooping. "No Edmund," she said. "You have to stay awake!" She shook him lightly to make him more alert.

Marie looked around to find that Peter was in battle with the Witch and Diane was in battle with one of her minions. She looked back to Edmund again, and found that the cloth from her dress was soaked with blood that hadn't quite stopped yet and his eyelids were still almost closed. Tears rode down her face.

"Edmund," she said. "You have to stay awake. You wanna hear a joke my mum once told me?" Edmund weakly nodded and Marie smiled a little, relieved that he wasn't asleep yet.

"Well," she said. "There once were three soldiers that were hiding from the enemy underground. One of them had brought a canteen of water, so he said 'I brought a canteen of water so if I get thirsty I can have something to drink.' The next had brought a piece of bread, so he said 'I brought a piece of bread so if I get hungry I have something to eat.' The third soldier looked at both of them like they were crazy, like he was smarter than them, and said 'Oh yeah? Well I brought a car door, so if I get hot I can open a window!'"

Edmund smiled lightly. "That's horrible," he said. "Yeah," Marie agreed. Marie looked down at the cloth again. It seemed that the bleeding had stopped now but he was still in danger of dying because of the blood he had lost. She turned white. Suddenly a loud sound came from behind her and she looked to see what it was.

Her eyes widened and she gasped.

Aslan was there with Lucy, Susan, and Anthony. He roared before jumping onto the Witch and killing her. After he was done, he stood back up again. "It is done," he said. Marie was so caught up in what was going on that she nearly forgot about the boy lying next to her.

"Lucy!" she called. "I need your cordial!" Lucy and the others looked at her and saw Edmund, who was just barely alive now from the blood loss. Lucy turned white before running over and dropping beside him. She opened the cordial and dropped a single drop of the red liquid into his open mouth.

Marie and the others waited for him to wake up with baited breaths.

After a moment, he coughed and sat up. "When will you ever do what you're told?" asked Peter when he had made sure that his brother was breathing again. The others chuckled at his joke. "About the time you stop acting like dad probably," he responded, but they could tell he was joking this time.

Once they had all given Edmund their hugs, Lucy got up and uncorked her cordial again before running off to help everyone that had been injured. Aslan followed closely behind her, helping those turned to stone by the Witch earlier in the battle.


Later, the Hughes were all in the throne room of Castle Cair Paravel. It was huge, thought Marie as she looked around her. The children had been cleaned promptly upon the battle ending, much to their pleasure, and been put in royal clothes. It was now two days later, and it was their coronation.

There were four thrones in the front of the room for the Pevensie children, who were to be crowned Kings and Queens. The thrones were sat with Edmund on the far left, Peter next to him, Susan beside him, and Lucy on the far right.

The Hughes stood beside each of their friend's thrones. Marie was to the right of Edmund's throne, Diane was to the right of Peter's, Thomas was to the right of Susan's, and Anthony was to the right of Lucy's. The whole room was full now, and it wasn't too long until Aslan walked into the room with the Pevensies by his side.

The children and lion walked up to the thrones and the children took their seats before Aslan turned to the assembly and began to speak. "To the glistening Eastern Sea," he said. "I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant." Lucy smiled as the Beavers and Tumnus came to the stage and Tumnus sat her crown on her head.

"To the Great Western Wood, King Edmund the Just."

"To the Radiant Southern Sun, Queen Susan the Gentle."

"And to the Clear Northern Sky, I give you High King Peter the Magnificent."

The whole assembly clapped when he was done before he spoke again.

"But the Kings and Queens are nothing without the help and guidance of those they love. And so, I give you the Protectors of the Kings and Queens of Narnia."

The Hughes held their breaths for this.

"To Queen Lucy the Valiant and all of her domain, I give you Prince Anthony the Courageous."

"To King Edmund the Just and all of his domain, I give you Princess Marie the Resilient."

"To Queen Susan the Gentle and all of her domain, I give you Prince Thomas the Wise."

"And to High King Peter and all of his domain, I give you High Princess Diane the Divine."

The whole room exploded in applause and shouts again, and Marie couldn't help the grin that appeared on her face. Aslan turned to the children and smiled at them. "Once a King, Queen, Princess, or Prince of Narnia," he told them quietly. "Always a King, Queen, Princess, or Prince. May your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens."

"Long live King Peter," chanted the assembly. "Long live Princess Diane; Long live Queen Susan; Long live Prince Thomas; Long live King Edmund; Long live Princess Marie; Long live Queen Lucy; Long live Prince Anthony!" The eight children smiled at each other, and Marie grabbed Edmund's hand discreetly, squeezing it. They smiled at each other.


Later, the children were all in the ballroom, where a party was being held in honor of the earlier coronation, when Lucy came up to Marie. "He's gone," she told her. "Aslan left. He isn't a tame Lion, Tumnus told me, so he left. But he'll be back, I just know it!"

Marie smiled at the little girl that she had come to know as somewhat of a little sister and bent over to look her in the eyes. "You're right," she said. "Aslan will never leave us for good; he'll always come back when we need him." The younger girl smiled and ran off as Marie straightened.

Suddenly someone tapped her shoulder and she whirled around to find that Edmund was there, grinning. "Hey," he said. "Do you wanna dance?" He held his hand out for her, and she smiled back at him, taking it. "I would love to," she said. Edmund smiled as he led her out to the middle of the dance floor.

"You know," he said. "I don't think we've talked very much since the whole incident in your tent back at the camp." The thought of that morning made Marie blush lightly again, her cheeks turning a rosy pink. "No," she agreed. "I don't believe we have. How have you been since then, Edmund?"

Edmund snorted. "Well," he said. "I defeated an evil witch, I almost died, I became King of a magical land I never even knew existed, and now I'm dancing, which is something I've never done before in my life. I'm just dandy!" Marie and Edmund both laughed at that.

"I apologize," she said. "I guess that was kind of and obvious answer, huh?" "Yeah," said Edmund, still smiling. Once again, Marie couldn't help but see how his eyes twinkled when he laughed, and she had to catch herself before she started staring.

Suddenly she was brought out of her reverie by Edmund talking. "You know," he told her. "You aren't half bad. I don't understand why anyone could ever dislike you." Marie smiled. "Thank you Edmund," she said. "If it's any consolation, I believe the same about you."

The two lapsed into a comfortable silence after that, and the rest of the evening was spent laughing and talking with all of their new and old friends.

So how did you like it? I didn't really know what to do after that. Don't worry, I already have some of the later years of the Golden Age planned out, so this should be fun. Just be ready for drama, family moments, LOTS of fluff of course, and a little bit more of the other couples as well as Edmarie.

Please review, and I'll see you later!

-CahillGirl2001