The White Witch floated over the ocean, her eyes set on Cair Paravel. The bloody dagger was in her right hand, and she had gotten her timing just right. Aslan was off in his home country, dealing with his own matters. And Edmund was alone, which was just perfect. She wanted him to feel alone, to be alone. She wanted him to think that no one else was around to save him. She wanted him to be completely isolated from the rest of the world. And in her mind she had succeeded.

But she didn't know about the Blue Swords. She didn't know that Edmund had an advantage. She didn't know that Edmund had Sora.

And that was going to give Edmund a couple brownie points. He had a large advantage over her, but he also had a disadvantage. He had something to lose.

Edmund saw the Witch coming from a mile away. He had rushed to warn his siblings that the fight was coming. He didn't warn them that it might be his last. He didn't need to get Peter into it.

But Sora already knew. Her balcony faced the ocean, and it lined up in direction to exactly the way the Witch had started coming from. She had seen her coming from five miles off with her telescope, and she had gotten out her Blue Sword. She had to be ready to defend Edmund if needs be.

Edmund rushed into his room and rummage through his wardrobe until he hit the back, where another door was. He opened it, and in a small, wide cupboard hung his Blue Sword on a hook. He snatched it and ran out of his room, tying the sword to his belt in the process.

Sora caught him and grabbed his arm. "You're not going anywhere without me." Edmund panted, and sweat dripped down his forehead. "Edmund, you'll be fine. I'm here. Nothing's going to happen to me."

Edmund started to whimper. He was being weak, but at that moment he was too nervous to tell.

"Edmund, are you all right?" Sora put her hand on his shoulder. He collapsed to his knees, sobs ripping from his chest.

"I'm going to lose," he wailed, "There's nothing I can do! She will kill me, and you, and my family! Narnia will perish, and it will be my entire fault! I should just right now!"

"Edmund, look at me," Sora whispered. Edmund looked up through his tears to her lovely face and was immediately calmed. She kissed him. "You are not alone."

The Witch stopped at Cair Paravel's lower field, Edmund 10 meters away from her. His face was hard, and a normal sword was attached to his belt. He was going to fool the White Witch, and then at the proper time, Sora would toss him the sword.

Lucy and Susan were in the castle, for Lucy's sake. Edmund didn't want her to watch him die. He didn't want to cause her pain.

And yet he knew pain was inevitable. It would come, no matter what, and he would just have to face the consequences, like a good Narnian. And he was a good Narnian. He was a king.

"Edmund, I have Turkish delight, dear," the Witch cooed. She was trying to hypnotize him. But his mind was clouded with Sora, and nothing could get across that powerful barrier in his mind.

"You can't fool me," he snarled.

"Well then," the Witch laughed, her ghostly form shaking with her chuckle. "Shall we?"

"Be my guest," he growled, unsheathing his sword and lunging at the Witch. His ordinary sword passed clean through her, and then swung back around. Her dagger connected with his blade, and they parried away. Sora stood 20 meters away, her Blue Sword behind her back. She was ready to sprint to him whenever he needed her.

Even as a ghost, the Witch was stronger than Edmund, like she was at the Battle of Beruna. She would have an easy reign over him.

He lunged at her, but she bent and twisted with her dagger, and his sword flew out of his hands. Sora saw it coming and sprinted headlong into the fight, blocking the Witch from Edmund.

"No!" Edmund yelled. But the Witch's blade was already in descent, and it pierced through Sora's chest. The girl gasped, and Edmund held her tightly as she screamed and thrashed in his arms. "LUCY!" Edmund yelled for his younger sister as loud as he could. Sora cried out in pain as the Witch watched her victim. The youngest Pevensie ran out to the lawn and took Sora in her arms. The sword dropped out of Sora's hand and Edmund picked it up and unsheathed it. The Witch gasped.

"You will pay," Edmund growled. And then he lunged.