"There's always a little truth behind every

"Just kidding,"


"And King Edmund was never the same after he'd walked with the Witch," Peter finished the story.

The young Narnians; a group of fauns, dryads, centaur colts and fillies, and talking animals, along with a smattering of human Narnian children, had asked for King Edmund's story, since it was hardly ever told, save by the Just King himself. And when it was, he usually made it so dark, and became so brooding by the end of it, that no one could utter a word.

"I wish you wouldn't say that, because that's not what I did." Edmund was suddenly standing behind Peter's chair, staring down at his brother and the children. He was sometimes so full of humor and vigor, but then there were times like these, when he plunged into darkness and despair, that Peter honestly thought Edmund cut a foreboding figure.

But he was never a bad king; he was always very fair and just. Peter only wished he wouldn't become depressed at odd times, times when it was least expected.

"Well, you know how children love dramatics, and besides, I was just kidding." Peter stared up into his brother's dark gaze with his cheerful blue one.

"Of course," Edmund nodded, before walking off in a swirl of dark fabric. Peter and the children watched him go.

This was one of those times when Peter almost believed that Edmund had walked with a Witch and become permanently scarred by it. He supposed he would never truly know his brother's heart; that right belonged to Aslan alone.


A/N: This will be part 1 of a 4 part drabble.