Addye sat alone in the stone courtyard of the castle as a honorary ball was being held right inside. Clothed in a mint green dress with no sleeves and a sheer wrap she felt refreshed and free. Her hair was rolled and pulled back into a braided bun with tendrils of hair framing her face, the bun of course was filled with wild flowers and pins a plenty. She held her sketch pad in her hands and carefully she drew the people as they passed by the doors dancing to eccentric songs. And when she paused, she looked around and slowly thought of the past few days.

She woke alone, frozen in the dark.

She felt the blood oozing from the arm that was secured beneath a hunk of the sanctuary.

Addye cried out in pain as she moved just a fraction of an inch.

Her whole body trembled as she managed to fall in and out of conciousness.

"Addye? Addye, where are you? Addye. Addye, where are you?" A pure voice rang through the tunnels.

"Hello? I'm here. Hello!" She called.

"Addye, where are you?" The voice called again.

"Hello!! Please, I'm here!" Addye begged, "Why don't you hear me?"

"Addye, where are you." The voice called a final time.

"Please don't ignore me." Addye whispered her voice breaking.

"Son of Adam, you look to be impatient to get somewhere." Aslan said looking up to him.

"It's our friend, Addye. She's trapped in the How. I have to get her sir."

"Go then, Peter."

Peter nodded and then ran back to the How.

He ran down the sloping path that the Narnians had run through only minutes before, most of the path was now crumbled and falling inward..

Peter dodged rubble, "What've I done?"

"Addye?" He called desperately, "Addye, where are you Addye?"

He listened until finally he heard a muffled sob.

He sprinted towards the sound.

Addye?" Peter's voice reverberated from the crumbled walls.

"Are you still here?" His voice sounded desperate.

"Pe..Peter..." It was barely even a whisper but she began to cough and felt some specks of blood fall back upon her face.

"Addye?" The footsteps became louder as they stepped over shattered boulders.

"Please..." She gasped in pain.

She listened as the footfall hurried.

'I'm here." He whispered as he touched her face gently.

"Your hurt." she gasped trailing a finger against his cheekbone.

He just smiled and pressed his lips to her forehead.

He held a torch in his right hand and was inspecting the boulder on her arm.

"This is going to hurt Addye." He found a place where he could place the torch without the fire dying.

-

He placed his shoulder against the boulder and pushed.

As Addye cried out in pain, Peter had to force himself to keep pushing against the rock.

"I'm almost finished." Peter said as she gasped and whimpered.

Addye's eyes were closed tightly as she nodded.

Peter grunted and pushed the rock off her arm.

He knelt beside her quickly, pulling her against him.

His armor was cold, but Addye found herself trying to get as close to him as she could.

Peter pressed his hands against the blood that was oozing from her arm.

Addye's eyes fluttered open and closed slowly.

"Don't go to sleep Addye, just stay awake for me." Peter said gently.

"What happens if I die here Peter?" Her voice was scared, trembling slightly.

He closed his eyes remembering how he had repeated the same lines not two hours ago.

"I'm not going to let that happen." He whispered, "I'm going to get you out of here."

-

"If I do..." Addye began.

"You're not." Peter interjected.

"If I do Peter, I want you to tell my Da, that I'm with Rayne in the wood beside the Narnia pool."

Peter smiled, "I'm not going to have to tell him."

Addye shrugged, "Just thought you'd want to know what to tell him...just in case."

She felt the blood just dribbling from her arm.

"I need to wrap your arm Addye." He whispered.

"My uniform...it's in my.." she gasped for a few moments, "My bag."

Peter secured Addye into one of his arms and reached for the bag that was right next to her.

As he opened it he dug around in t for a few moments and as he pulled out her white shirt, a glass needle and syringe fell to the ground.

He reached for it and as he examined it under closer scrutiny noted the faint lines drawn onto it.

"Peter..." She whispered.

-

"What is it Addye?" He asked quietly.

"Insulin." she breathed.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He tried to keep his voice under control as it began to waver.

"Wasn't...relevant."She was gasping now.

"We will talk about this later." He said.

Peter ripped the white shirt and wrapped around her arm securely.

Then gingerly he folded her arm across her chest, took her maroon sweater and created a make shift sling.

"Come on, lets get out of here." He stood gently helping her up.

Her knees almost collapsed from underneath her, so Peter wrapped his arm around her waste and pulled her up into his arms.

He held her against him and she rested her head against his shoulder and wrapped her good arm around his neck.

"How did we win?" her voice was faint, just barely there.

-

He spoke clearly and low, taking careful steps here and there along paths he had already taken.

She noticed how he seemed to slow down after a while continually doing so.

"I can walk if you'd like." She whispered.

"You're not heavy, it's my arm."

Addye nodded, "You scared me Peter. When you were out there fighting Miraz, I thought I was going die when he stepped on your shield and you cried out in pain."

"I know, I tried to do everything to make you come back in here. And now I wish I never had." Peter shuddered.

"Can you put me down?" Peter nodded.

He placed her on the floor and she closed her eyes, "I don't...My head...I think, I'm going to be sick..."

And when she leaned over, she expelled blood from her mouth again and again.

He knelt beside her and took her hand, "Come on Addye, you can do this."

Addye nodded and her body shook violently, "I can't...I can't..."

Peter helped her to her feet, "We're almost there. Just keep breathing."

-

Each step brought them a little closer until they were at the ramp.

"Ed, you up there?" Peter called up.

"I'm here." Edmund said looking into the pit.

"I'm going to hand her up, watch out for her arm, it's completely shattered.." Peter warned.

Peter walked half way up the ramp and then picked her up and handed her up to Edmund.

Addye reached out to Edmund as her shoulders became level with the ground.

"You look like someone dropped a bomb on you." Edmund said surprised.

Addye gasped in pain as she laid out in the sun.

Peter was hawled up on to the grass and then crawled next to her on the grass.

"Come on Addye, we're almost there. You've just got to go a little further. We've got to get to Lucy and Aslan." He gently traced his thumb over her arm.

-

"I...I can't." She shook her head and closed her eyes, "I'm so tired Peter...hurts so...bad."

"She can't walk any further." Peter said looking up to Edmund.

"She doesn't need to." Ed said kneeling to the ground as Aslan approached.

"My child." His voice was strong and majestic as he looked lovingly upon Addye.

"I do not....deserve to be called...yours."She breathed in pain.

"You have been sick and weak since the moment you were born." He breathed gently against her face.

Addye felt as if she were out on the beach in the middle of the summer.

Feeling came back to her arm again all at once, and the weakness she'd felt in her body over the past week seemed to leave her.

She breathed deeply, with a sigh of relief.

-

She turned from her back and onto her stomach, pulling her knees to her chest and pressing her lips to the lions massive paws.

"You are healed. Stand." Addye stood from the ground with her head bowed slightly.

"Thank you sir." She whispered.

"You believed with blind faith. When the others did not see, they did not believe. But when you did not see you still believed. You have hurt but try to be healed. You have been attacked with illnesses and lost so many, and still you do not give up." Aslan smiled.

"You are my child."

-

Addye flushed and Peter wrapped his fingers into hers.

"You're alright!" Susan cried out running towards her.

She threw her arms around Addye's shoulders and hugged her.

"When the How went down, and I heard you were still in it...I almost died."

Addye just smiled at her, "I'm fine, thanks to Aslan...and Peter."

Addye looked at each one of them and smiled.

Lucy, her hand resting on Aslan's mane; Susan, her arm linked through Caspian's; Edmund, a smug grin on his face; and Peter, fingers linked through hers: this is home.

She felt a hand rest on her shoulder and looked up, "Peter."

Dressed in a white tunic and brown breeches he bowed low, "May I ask for this dance?"

Addye shook her head as she took his hand, "Has thou always been so shameless, sir?"

"Always ma'lady." He said as he escorted her to the center of the yard.

"Honesty, is a very admirable trait." She nodded.

And so they danced.

She placed her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

And he in turn wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to her temple.

-

"The diabetes?" Peter asked almost silently.

"Aslan says, it will never come back or affect me again. He also says I should have told you...and I agree. It was very selfish of me not to tell you."

Peter just shook his head and held her a bit closer to himself, "I don't know what I would've done if you had died. I promised your Da I'd take care of you while we were gone. It doesn't look like I've done a very good job so far does it?" He murmured.

Addye looked up at him, "I'm still standing aren't I? Am I not still alive? Am I not happier than when I was when we left? You have taken better care of me, than I have myself for the past year."

His smile didn't quite meet his eyes as he looked at the stars above them.

"What's wrong? What have I done?" She asked taking a single step back.

"It's not what you've done. It's just...I finally come back and I find out that when I leave I won't ever come back. And I finally feel like I'm back where I belong..."

-

Addye pressed her lips to his and wrapped her arms tightly around him and after a moment or two he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.

When they stopped she just rested her head on his chest and they gently rocked to the ballad in the background.

"Worry about tomorrow when it comes, hold onto today while it lasts." Addye whispered.

Peter smiled and pressed a thumb to her lips, "When did you become so smart?"

"When I thought I was going to die when I was stuck beneath a rock." She murmured.

Peter closed his eyes and sighed, "I can't believe I...even if the roof is raining down on you, don't leave! You could've been killed and it would've been all my fault."

"I'm still here, I'm still breathing." She murmured as snuggled her face into the crook of his neck.

"Barely." Peter muttred.

-

"I wish I could've seen all the things you all told me about..." Addye sighed dreamily.

"Like?" Peter inquired.

"The mermaids, the white stags, the travel by boat, a royal hunt, the lamp post, ..." Addye listed.

"Okay I get it." Peter laughed as she took another breath to continue, "You wish you could see all Narnia had to offer."

"Mmhmm."

"Aslan never said when we had to leave, perhaps he might let us stay a bit longer."

"Would he?" Addye asked in surprise.

"It is truly all according to his plan, I don't know if he would or wouldn't."