Due to the amazing response to the last chap (was it my new summary or just because all of you love Ed?) and because of the shortness I decided to upload a new chapter really really quickly! *dances* It's kind of a boring filler but I still hope you like it! And it'll make way for what I'm gonna do and my totally awesome (hopefully) twist...lol

Plus it makes me feel like less of a bad authoress because with this chap and the last chap combined it's like a full chap! lols


Guilt is a very powerful thing. Sometimes it can numb you, and make you not care about anything anymore. On the other hand it can be a motivator for trying to fix things. With Peter it was a mix of both.

He had extreme guilt. After all, he had pretty much doomed his kingdom. Spell or not, that was not anything that could ever really be forgiven. EVER! And Peter knew it. He knew he couldn't make things completely right, and it was a pretty long shot if he could even make things a tiny bit better. So, he was almost to the point of giving up. But then there was Edmund. The brother who had stuck with him through the worst nights when Peter had been stressed or worried about wars, or other conflicts in Narnia. The Just King who hadn't yelled at him when he made a mistake, rather he just tried to help Peter improve. Also the one who had kept the family together when the pressure of being kings and queens came to be too much. Edmund was the level headed wise one. And how had Peter repaid him? By giving into a spell and practically killing him. Or possibly killing him, but Peter didn't want to think like that. He wanted to believe Edmund was alive so he could save him.

Edmund would know how to fix this. He always was the one who deserved to be High King.

He was on the teetering edge, leaning back and forth between giving up, or not. One nudge was all it would take. And one nudge was given. Susan, Lucy, and Trumpkin stared at Peter, dumbfounded. He'd released the witch! None of them knew if he was in his right mind and so none of them knew what to do. But Caspian, who had been dazed up until the ice shattering, knew exactly what to do. He pushed himself up and shook the remaining shards of ice from his clothes. He stared down at the crying king in distaste. "So, that's it? You're going to release the White Witch and then sit and cry about it?"

Peter leaned farther towards the not giving up side. "What am I supposed to do? I'm not a High King anymore."

"No, you don't deserve that title." Lucy and Susan's mouths dropped open. "But, that doesn't mean you can just give up. You have experience with the witch! Your own brother might be in the clutches of Miraz. How dare you try and give up!"

And the teetering stopped and Peter made up his mind. He wiped his nose and stood up. "You're right. I have to try." He was still feeling awful but wallowing in self pity wasn't helping.

"We have to." Susan answered. Lucy, avoiding looking at Peter, nodded. "We're not going down without a fight."

Lucy looked at Trumpkin. "Oh you've got to be kidding me! You want me to get even more caught up in this crazy mess?" Lucy nodded. "Fine." Lucy grinned and hugged Trumpkin, who pulled away awkwardly.

Susan looked at Caspian. "Of course I will help." He said almost immediately.

Peter watched this. So, he wasn't alone…well, not in one way. In some ways he felt more alone then he ever had before. A yell made them all freeze. Caspian drew his sword while Peter retrieved his and Susan readied her bow. A few seconds later Reepicheep ran into the room at full speed.

"The White Witch had escaped! She's recruited most of the Narnians."

Peter's eyes filled with tears. He'd expected as much. With him as the leader things probably seemed pretty useless for them. Any chance for freedom would seem amazing considering they stood no chance against the Telmarines. Lucy looked between her brother who was crying again, her sister who was on the verge of tears, the dwarf that seemed like he was going to stab himself, the prince who's sure eyes had lost most of their brightness, and the brave mouse who was holding his tail a little lower. "Well then, I guess it's time to speak to Aslan."


Alrighty...so we get a little *cough*LOT*cough* of Peter self pity.....he deserves it! I hope I didn't go overboard....I just wanted to make him feel bad for what he did! Wow, I sometimes need to remind myself this is just a story. Ok, there will still be Peter self hatred just not as much, and there will be more hatred towards Peter now too....YAY! lol I didn't know how to end that so I just went with the classic

REVIEW PLEASE!! And I might update again really really soon!