Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia, Peter, Edmund, Orieus or anything that's C.S. Lewis's or from the movie,the song into the west, or the quote about anger. The quote about Anger is from Felicity: An American Girl Adventure.

Author Note: Edmund's speech and camp chapters take place in a woods across the plain from Cair. The song Susan sings to Lucy is a lord of the rings song for those who don't know, but in this story it's an old Narnian song about loved ones going to Aslan's Country.

elecktrum: For the part you played by giving me Ideas, and for betaing my story.

Phoenix Feather Queens: Thank you for staying with the story. Sorry for the depressing scenes. It gets better, Peter will come back, don't worry. I will try to make it will be soon.

He knew he had to do, this Narnia couldn't be kept in the dark any longer. He just hated to do it with his brother's death still so near. Well, it is time, everyone has gathered and Narnia's army is ready to fight. Edmund thought as he walked forward and stepped on to a large rock before all the army.

"Citizens of Narnia, My friends."

"Now I must tell you something sorrowful. Our High King has been killed. Murdered by a tyrant. The tyrant was none other than the brother of Rababash, he who tried to capture Anvard and steal Queen Susan. Our High King was stabbed in an unfair fight, and left to die a painful death. Thank Aslan that he himself and our gentle Queen were there when my brother breathed his last. He died sacrificing himself for Queen Lucy and myself, so that we could escape and not suffer at the hands of this tyrant. That my friends, is true magnificence." At the news their High King was dead, there was much weeping and wailing from all the creatures gathered.

Edmund walked wearily to his tent to get ready for battle. He felt confident of his strategy, and he was sure Peter would have been proud of him. Already I'm developing the Peter is worried walk, I guess that's what responsibility does to you, he thought. Once inside, he found Lucy sitting on his cot, examining her dagger and obviously waiting to talk to him.

"What is it, Lucy?" he said feeling very annoyed and exhausted from the recent events.

"Edmund, please don't go, I could never bear it if you or Susan got killed."

"No Lucy, I must lead the army, and I want you to stay here this time."

"I was with you when you went to fight Rabadash, and I have fought before in other battles," Lucy argued determendly.

"I would never forgive myself if you got killed, and I don't think Su would ever either. Think of all the families who would never see their brothers, fathers, uncles or cousins if you aren't here to heal them with your cordial," Edmund said trying to remain calm but getting mad.

"Susan can heal them, she always stays behind!"

"I said no! I'm older than you and so is Su. I'm sure she would say no and you know Peter would too! You can't come and that settles it!" Edmund yelled, angry at Lucy for not listening to reason.

"You're acting just like when you first were in Narnia! Like when you acted years older than me and they didn't believe me!A mean selfish brat! if Peter was here, He would let me come. you wouldn't be leading the army!"

"I don't want to lead the army and I wish Peter was here! How dare you call me a selfish brat, you know I have changed. I am looking out for your own safety, not myself!"

"Fine! Stay here till you can be more polite, to your little sister, who is looking out for your welfair!" Lucy said as she conked Edmund on head with her dagger. Edmund dropped on his bed unconscious and Lucy left to prepare to join the battle.

Edmund woke up with a throbbing headache and looked around. Why was he on his bed and not on the battlefield? Then he remembered he had been argueing with Lucy about going into battle and then something hit his head and everything when black.

His sister had knocked him out so he couldn't go to fight! His kind hearted sister, Lucy! She had stolen his armour and now she was fighting, disobeying what he had said, Edmund throught as he throught as he dressed in his armour. Stepping out of the tent he mounted Phillip and galloped towards the Battlegrounds.

According to the plan, he was to lead the army into battle, taking the brunt of the assault and leaving Susan to lead a flanking maneuver on the right. At the last moment Susan had backed down, too tired of death to cause more. Lucy was supposed to have taken her place and now he could only assume his little sister was leading the army in his armour. Now it fell to Edmund to carry out the expected plan and lead the assault on the right.

Edmund arrived at the battlefield where the right flank was stationed waiting to be lead in to battle.

" Let us remember our High King as we ride to batlle! For Narnia and Peter!"

"Narnia and the High King," the army responded and Edmund and the right flank charged toward the battlefield. When they were almost there a group of Calormene lancers appered from behind and ambushed Edmund's company. Edmund pressed himself against Phillip's neck to avoid being hit by lance of the Calormene so that was charging at him. As the soldier neared, his lance pierced through Edmund's armour into the king's right shoulder and Edmund toppled off Phillip.

A soldier made a stab at his head, Edmund blocked it but too slowly. His head was still throbbing and he was tiring with the loss of blood from his shoulder. He would have lost his head had it not been for the dwarfish mail. Suddenly he felt excruciating pain and the feeling of a dagger being withdrawn from his middle. As the blade was removed, he looked up to see, behind the evilly smiling Calormene, Lucy and Oreius leading the rest of army back from a sucessfull battle. Lucy's face was eatched in a look of horror and unbelief.

"Oh no, please not this again!" he thought as he fell to the ground remembering the last time he was stabbed. He had dying on the battlefield, a ten-year old boy who barely knew how to fight, and had never been in a battle. Back then Peter had been alive. Now Peter was gone.

"EDMUND!" he heard Lucy scream as he fell to the ground unconscious.

Everything felt so cold and his whole body ached. The sounds of battle was almost, yet but it sounded like the army was winning. Phillip was nudging him again and asking him to wake up and answer him. he felt himself slipping away to Aslan's country. If this battle lasts much longer, I'll get to see Peter again.

Susan was tending the wounded in one of the healer's tents when Oreius entered. He was carrying Edmund.

Edmund was gasping for breath, and all those horrible memories of the Battle of Beruna came flooding back to Susan, followed by memories of Peter's hours. Seeing Rufus's scimitar being withdrawn from Peter's side, his startled expression, his last moments.

"Oreius, what happened?"

"His battalion was ambushed and he stabbed. He has lost a lot of blood, Queen Susan."

As Oreius set his king down in his tent, Edmund let out a cry. Susan poured a drop of the cordial into Edmund's mouth as Oreius left for the healers when he saw all was not right with his sovereign's wound. Edmund opened his pain-filled eyes and smiled up at her,

"The...right flank…was...ambushed." he said and slipped into unconsciousness once more.

As the healer entered Susan cried out in alarm,

"Lady Heidi, why is his wound is turning purple?"

Heidi took one look at Edmund's swollen and purple wound and examined the dagger that had been used and her face fell.

"Queen Susan, I have seen the kind of wound before, King Edmund has been seriously and severely wounded with the blade of a poisoned dagger. This poison is made by the nefarious wood elves from the south, they must have made the poison for the Calormenes. I have been looking for a antidote for years.

I have asked many healers over the years, all of the dryad people, and I will have had the Calormene healers interrogated with your permission. There is no known cure in all of Narnia, even the cordial does not seem to work save awakening him. We must to pray to Aslan that King Edmund will be tougher than this poison."

"Is there any hope for him, will he make it?" Susan said worriedly.

"To be quite honest your majesty, there isn't much hope. This is a potent poison and depending on how resilient King Edmund is he may be gone by late morning tomorrow, noon at the very latest."

"And the earliest?"

"A few minutes or to an hour. But we must hope and pray King Edmund is strong enough to live. I am so sorry your majesty."

Just as I was leading the army back from a successful battle, we came upon Edmund and his beleaguered flank. He was weakened from the lance wound where blood poured from the hole in his shoulder guard. Then, a villain slipped under his guard and stabbed my brother in the stomach. Edmund saw me as the knife was ripped free, and I screamed his name as he fell.

"Charge!" I yelled as I led the army charging towards the fray. As we fought, I jumped off my horse to protect my brother from more injury. "Oreius! He's not going to make it! Take him back to camp now! Hurry!" As Oreius gently picked up my brother, a half groan and half scream of pain came from my brother's lips. That was all Oreius needed and he sped away towards the camp. The skirmish lasted only a few minutes longer; all the Calormenes in the ambush were killed, injured, or captured. Whistling for Hwin, I left leading the army back to camp.

Worried, I ran towards Edmund's tent. Silly Lucy, he's probably fine. He's might just be retelling Susan about the battle and the ambush,I thought. As I reached the tent, Susan met me coming out. She had tears coming down her cheeks and her silky black hair was disheveled. Worry was written plainly across her face and sorrow flickered in her ebony eyes.

"The cordial isn't working, Lucy. The healer says that the dagger Edmund was stabbed with was poisoned and he may not last the night. He wanted to talk to you before he d…."

I went in and there was my brother lying on his cot. His skin was pale and sickly, and he looked so weak, not like the Edmund I knew. I could tell he was in great pain by his breathing, and every so often his breath would end in a gasp. When he saw me, he gave me a weak smile.

"Hey Lu. You were pretty sneaky." he said trying to appear nonchalant but slightly gasping, a look of pain in his eyes. "Why didn't you say, oh by the way Ed, I'm going to knock you unconscious, so you can't go to battle?"

"You're going to die, how can you joke around like you haven't a worry?" I sobbed.

"Well, better to enjoy my last moments of life, than to be gloomy and solemn. Aren't you glad it didn't go into my heart? Then you wouldn't get to say goodbye."

"Oh Ed, I can't stand to see you in such pain."

"Lucy, I'm glad it was me, because if it had been you leading the right flank you would have been stabbed and no one might find you till you were in Aslan's country. I couldn't stand that."

"But who will protect us, aside from Aslan and the army? How will I survive without my brothers? I can't stand to see you slowly dying knowing there is nothing I can do."

"I love you Lucy. I always will. Give my Su to love."

When Susan came in later she found Lucy in her chair, caressing her brother's hand weeping quietly. Edmund was still breathing but unconscious from the pain.

"He going to die and it's all might fault. We had a row before the battle, I called him a big mean selfish brat and told him he was acting just like when he first were in Narnia. He didn't want me to go into battle and I didn't want him to either so I hit him. he went out cold for awhile, that's why he was leading the right flank."

"Lucy, this is an old proverb our Mother told me once, "Words spoken in the heat of anger, are never from the heart." I know you didn't mean it and I'm sure Edmund knows it too." At that moment Edmund, even through unconscious, gave Lucy's hand a squeeze.

"Edmund, I don't know if you can hear me, but I am so sorry, I never ment what I said."

" Is there room on that chair for me too."

(sniff) "Yes." (sniff) Lucy replied.

"Lay down your sweet and weary head," Susan began as she stroked Lucy's back soothing.

night is falling you have come to journeys end.

Sleep now and dream of the one who came before,

they are calling from across the distant shore.

Why do you weep?

what are these tears upon your face?

soon you will see all of you're fears will pass away,

safe in my arms you're only sleeping.

And all will turn to silver glass,

the light on the water,

all souls pass into the west.

Hope fades into the world of night

shadows falling out of memory and time

don't say we have come now to the end

White shores are calling you and I will meet again.