Prince Edmund stood next to Commander Naveir at the edge of the forest, overlooking the enemy camp. The camp sat right on the coastal cliff, but had plenty of valleys to the north for escape. The Prince was unimpressed. The camps residents didn't even look ready for battle; some of them were just waking up. At the coast, Edmund could see the glint of armor from what looked like a human. So that's the High King Peter, he better be worth it. Thought Edmund. Next to him, Commander Naveir looked down at the camp. His thoughts were elsewhere. Despite the Prince request for silence, the entire camp had already figured out what had happened at Beavers Dam. Most liked having that kind of fire power on their side. A couple of the men were afraid that he would lose control again and do more harm than good. Either way, none of them were really concerned about where the power had come from. The Commander was concerned about the image of the lion. Aslan only roars when he is angry, thought Naveir, so why would he be mad at the Prince. They would know soon, guessed the Commander.

Meanwhile, Prince Peter stood in full armor, looking out over the water. General Oreius strode up next to him. Peter wasn't sure if he could handle talking about the stress, but knew he couldn't just hold it in.

"How do you deal with all of this? How do you handle and not go mad?"Peter asked, exasperated.

"I generally try to keep it from getting to me. You have to take a third party stance to everything. Pretend it's not you that they are talking to, but someone else. If you do that, then you don't get all the emotion built up that you feel now. It takes practice, but you will get it. Stay strong; this is just the first time."

Peter was starting to feel better, when an explosion emanated from within the camp near the south part that met the forest. Peter glanced at the General just before they both took off. As they reached the battle, Peter was suddenly horrified. One of the supply tents had been blown to pieces, and shrapnel had lodged in other tents and soldiers. He saw his men bleeding from deep scars, and could hear their screams. General Oreius was already moving. He ordered that the injured that could be saved be taken further into the camp and that anyone who could fight should move to meet the enemy. What Peter failed to notice was the army rushing from the forest attacking the surprised soldiers. He didn't even notice that the General was shouting for him to move and fight. He was so shocked by all the death that was taking place right in front of him, that he didn't notice the wolf running right at him.

Maugrim raced right at the High King, knowing he would be awarded for the kill, when he was blocked by General Oreius. He watched in horror as the two swords came down on him. He had no way to dodge or parry. Edmund, dressed in his all black armor, looked around for a split second. In one direction, a human girl shot arrows into the Witches men, not missing once. In another, Maugrim was slain by a centaur. Commander Naveir was engaged with an enemy. Their High King was slowly sinking to the ground, looking shell shocked by all the death. Now Edmund was really mad. How dare their famed leader be so useless. Edmund walked toward the sitting king, ignoring the combat erupting around them. The General saw the black armored knight and raced at him. Edmund didn't even flinch. He threw up his hand and blasted the centaur backwards into another tent.

Peter watched the General crash into the tent and watched the structure collapse on top of him. This image brought Peter from his shock. He stood and looked for the source of the energy. Then he saw the black knight. He had never been so angry with anything. He wanted to kill the knight and he was going to. Edmund chuckled as he realized the High King was now mad enough to fight. Their swords met with loud clangs. Both were evenly matched. Their swords clashed again and again without any hesitation.

But as the match went on, dark clouds began to form above the camp. Commander Naveir looked toward the two combatants and noticed what seemed like solid black clouds building around them. The White Witch, who was just now emerging from the forest in her war chariot, looked down on the battlefield and immediately saw the darkness building. She wasn't surprised that at the center of the commotion were the Prince and the High King. She noticed that the forest seemed be suffocating in the darkness. Narnian's fled their tents throughout the camp because the darkness seemed to be choking them. Neither Edmund nor Peter seemed to notice. They just continued to fight each other, each with a fury and excitement that they had never felt before.

Queen Susan stopped firing arrows because she couldn't see her targets as well and was growing scared. She noticed that all around the battle field the soldiers on both sides had stopped firing for the simple fact that they were getting scared of the growing shadows. She looked up and got the same feeling she had when she was watching the darkness form above the fortress at Beaver Dam.

Finally, Peter flew out of the cloud of shadows that had formed around them. He fell onto the ground. As he slowly rose and gathered up his sword, he saw a very angry Edmund gathering the shadows to himself. He seemed to glow with black light and the shadows seemed to be gathering in his hands.

Just as Edmund was about to blast the High King into oblivion, A bright light blasted through the darkness onto the ground. Bathed in light, the great Lion stood looking back and forth between the two combatants. All around Narnian's bowed while the Witches forces fled from the light. The Witches army scattered as they retreated and the Witch was unable to track who was fleeing and who was staying. The only ones who didn't flee were Edmund and Commander Naveir. Edmund watched all his energy dissipate as the Lion glanced at him. He noticed that it was the same Lion that had roared in his head at Beavers Dam. Peter looked upon the Lion and bowed, ignoring the pain growing in his side.

"Rest your swords, Kings of Narnia."

"Who are you?"Edmund asked curiously.

"I am Aslan, the Great Lion. My apologies for taking so long to greet you, King Edmund."

"Wait, that's Edmund?" Peter asked beginning to sink to the ground due to the pain.

"Yes, my name's Edmund. I am one of the Queens Generals. I am Prince of the Dark Forests. General of the Elite. The Black Knight." said Edmund.

"You are one of the heirs to Narnia and Ruler of the Dark Forest." Aslan corrected.

"What do you mean I am King? I just serve the Queen." Edmund asked, now getting confused.

"I refuse to believe that he is my brother that disappeared ten years ago."

"Edmund, remove your helmet." Aslan stated.

Edmund removed his helmet without a second's hesitation. Something about the Lion made Edmund trust him. When Peter saw Edmunds face, he was shocked. While it had been ten years since Peter had last seen Edmund, he could still recognize him. Edmund looked down at Peter and wondered what was going through his head. Before he could ask the Lion was speaking again.

"Now King Edmund, remember your past."

With those words, and series of images began to fill Edmund's head. Images of his dad, mom, playing with Peter, learning from a tutor, riding on Philip and other happy memories from before that night ten years ago. Then he remembered the night that Narnia fell. He remembered running to his room as the soldiers fought around him, being placed on Philip's back, being taken by the wolves, and finally the White Witch's wand in his face.

"So that's what she was doing that first night. That Witch was erasing my memory. All I remembered was opening my eyes and seeing her pointing her wand at me. I always wondered what she was doing, but didn't ask."

"Yes, Son of Adam. You were bathed in the darkness she lives in, but now I have awakened not only your memories, but also the true power within you. The power within that feels so normal to you. The power that had you tossing and turning all night long. The power that had your men trembling and leaders concerned. You have powers greater than that of the White Witch. But you will still need the help of you brother and sisters to defeat the evil that plagues this land."

"Yes, Aslan."Edmund stated as he bowed to the Great Lion. "I will await your orders."

Commander Naveir chose now to walk up to the group. He bowed to the Great Lion and then addressed Edmund.

"My King, my apologies but we best depart before the White Witch learns of your absence and begins to suspect."

"Agreed, by your leave, Aslan."

"Go and await my command."

"Yes, Aslan."

With that, both Commander Naveir and King Edmund departed the battlefield and disappeared into the darkness of the forest. Aslan turned to High King Peter knowing the King had a question on his lips.

"What of Lucy, My Liege?" Peter asked hesitantly.

"She will join us soon." The Lion said "Now let's tend to your injured and frightened."

The Lion and the King walked back to the camp to deal with damages wrought by the battle.