EXTREMELY IMPORTANT A/N!

First of all, an apology : I'm sooo sorry for not updating, but I've been having many exams (honestly, who gives their students homework and exanms on the first few weeks of school?), homework, and quite honestly, I've been to tired physicaly and emotionally, and haven't got the time anymore to think about Thalia and Edmund.

Second of all: Clarification.

I'm sorry the chapters have been confusing. I know day and night haven't been clear, but I've been losing inspiration for this story and kind of make up each chapter as I go… I'll try to be more coherent in my writing.

Jason: I know, I know, he's been disappearing and reappearing for no reason in this story. Now he has an important role… so just pretend he's been in the background a lot, and he has been mostly wandering around the grounds, thinking about home and Piper.

Anya Sharma: She is my OC. Someone asked that a character "Anya Sharrma the" was added to the story, bu the "the" at the end seemed…. Awkward. So ya, she's just Anya Sharma. She's not really important, so don't mind her.

Edmund Pevensie POV

Time situation: This is the morning right after Thalia's last nightmare (last chapter)

"Morning…" I whispered in her ear. She obviously hadn't slept well, probably because she was anxious to know about her brother. Despite her pleas and threats and bribing, she finally accepted that I wouldn't tell her in the morning. I wanted to warn Peter about it before I told her. I wasn't asking for his permission, nor was expecting him to be pleased. Our conversation, or should I say, feud, was ended in shouts and slammed doors.

Thalia's eyes snapped open, the intencity of her blue eyes shocking (see what I did there? Electricity… Zeus? No? Not funny?... OK… ) me back to the present. She slowly sat up and grabbed my hands. She looked down at them and rubbed my scarred, rough palms in her gentle and small hands. They were perfect for archery, quick swift, gentle but could also be strong and graceful all at the same time. She drew circles with her thumbs and looked up at me with her now sad eyes, accompanied with exhaustion. Her eyes were searching mine, looking for answers. I took a breath and finally decided to speak. I had so often tried to tink of something else when the subject of her brother came up in my thoughts, and now I did it uncousciously. My brain just naturally zoomed off into space, taking anything else to think about.

"You have to let me finish, alright. No interruptions."

She nodded

I started:

"A month ago. You and Jason arrived. We were delighted with your return, and glad that your brother… seemed to be regretting his home. A few days after you arrived, many trees were cut down. Nymphs died abundantly. We sent men to see what the situation was, but they never came back. We sent more men and Minotaurs, all never came back. Than after a few weeks, we got a letter."

I took the letter out of my pocket and briefly summarizing it.

"We, worshippers and followers of the White Lady, True Leader Of Narnia, Ice Queen, Empress Jadis, Imperial Majesty Jadis, Chatelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands, etc. We will bring death upon Narnia, until we will receive a humble object. No great value it is, and with the offer of this simple object, death will stop and Narnia will go back to peace.

We desire her Majesties knife."

I looked up at Thalia and saw pure shock painted on her face. I continued.

"We believe they are bringing the Witch back and need the knife for part of the ritual. But for a first, we had no idea where these followers came from.

So I sent several of my wolf spies. After a week, they still hadn't returned, we assumed they were dead. 9 days later, only one returned. Wounded, and seemingly half dead, he used his last breaths to tell us that followers had come through a portal of wherever Aslan had sent them as punishment after The War. We were all bewildered, and were trying to figure out the reason for the opening our dimension and theirs… We came up some pretty wild and unreasonable guesses. Peter noticed that for the second time you had come, so did the dimensions open again. We all claimed it dumb and that probably the wolf spy was hallucinating and spoke nothing valuable. We all knew that was a lie, and that the wall of our dimensions were broken down, but none of us wanted to have to consider that maybe you reappearance may have something to do something with the Witches revival. We kept it quiet, not wanting to alarm you. Especially Jason.

He seemed quite fragile after the transition of his home to Narnia.

When he disappeared a couple days ago, Lucy warned us and we sent a search party right away. We were in complete horror. We didn't know what to think. My wolves came back. They had smelled his scent…"

I broke off and looked away.

Thalia, finally breaking the promise she made and gently pulled my chin to make me look at her. She then took my hands and her eyes reflected the fear and love she had for Jason.

"What happened?" She uttered, almost in a whimper.

"They finally got very deep in the forest, finding the scent he had only left the day before. They didn't continue because…"

I stared in her beautiful eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut. I finally spat out my last bitter words. They formed in my mouth, tasted like vinegar and already regretted it before they came out the dark mark they would stain onto her.

"The day he disappeared, the knife disappeared. They didn't follow the scent all the way, because it lead to the camp of the followers. I'm sorry Thalia."

Random facts about me right now.

I love Christina Grimmie and her knew single it must be love. Not at all cheesy and cliché as it sounds.

I have taken a sudden liking in instrumental covers of popular songs. Literary 3 minutes ago. I know, I know, weird. I'm not even the kind of person that likes classical or all instrumental music.

And finally,

Someone else has decided to do a ThaliaXEdmund fanfiction (another Thalmond shipper as one of my followers of home who has given up on me would of called it.)

Check out Id65 "Long way to go".