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Authoresses Note: So here it is! Edmund finally finds out who he is! Now two questions remain. What will they call him? (that's the least of their worries though) And how will he react? Read on to find out! And one more request... PLEASE REVIEW! And sorry if it's a bit rushed, but I wrote this on 4 hours of sleep, and lots of chocolate (3 pudding cups, a pack of rainbow grips, a big piece of double chocolate cake, and a 15 oz. yoohoo) so please forgive more for any rushing and/or mistakes. But I knew I had to get this up, sooner rather than later! And also sorry for the extra long A/N. Please review! Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!

Christopher The Lost

Chapter 11

"Ed.... Ed... put the toast down, we need to talk." Peter said.

"Uh oh... what did I do now?" Edmund asked.

"You did nothing."

"O..k, then what's going on?"

Peter looked over at Susan who nodded her head. "Edmund... your names... not Edmund." Peter started.

"It's not? Then why did you just call me Edmund?" Edmund asked, utterly confused.

"Well... I... because it's what I'm used to calling you. I don't really know." Peter sighed.

"Could you emphasize please... because I'm completely in the dark." Edmund said.

"Edmund... your not who you think you are... your Christopher." Peter said.

"Wait a second. Your trying to tell me that I'm the brother you lost?" Edmund asked. Peter nodded. Edmund looked at him for a moment before laughing. "It's official! You've gone mad!" he laughed.

"Ed... I'm not! You are! I mean your not mad... your Chris!" Peter exclaimed.

"Peter! There is no possible way I can be your brother! We don't even look alike!" Edmund said, his laughing subsiding.

"But you look like Lucy!" Peter said pointing at Lucy.

"I... I do not!" Edmund stuttered, remembering what Mr. Tumnus had said.

"Yes you do! Why won't you believe us?" Peter asked.

"Because it's ridiculous!" Edmund exclaimed, standing up.

"How?" Peter asked.

"Because it's not possible! It can't be! I look nothing like any of you! And your just saying this to take advantage of me or something of that sort!" Edmund yelled. A few Narnians were looking now.

"Edmund! We would never do that!" Susan said, standing to her feet.

"And how do I know your telling the truth about that?! If this is true, my entire life has been a lie! One big dirty lie! So just leave me alone!" Edmund yelled, running towards the creek.

Peter looked at Susan. "What do we do?" he asked.

"I don't know. He's been hurt too much. It's confused his judgement of things." Susan sighed.

"He'll come around... he always does." Lucy stated quietly.

"I think this may be a bit different." Peter sighed.

"I'm going after him!" Lucy said running in the direction Edmund had gone before either Peter or Susan could stop her.

'Besides-' Peter thought '-ever since they remet she's been the closest to him. If anyone can convince him... it's Lucy.'

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Lucy had been running for quite some time and had yet to find Edmund. She stopped, catching her breathe. She realized she had made it back to the creek.

She sighed, slipped her sandals off and waded in the cool clear water. She let her mind drift away to lands that she was quickly forgetting. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember what her mother looked like. Or even her father.

"Hello dear." an icy voice came from behind her. Lucy gasped and turned around to see a tall woman in white. She immediately knew who it was.

"How did you get here?" she asked backing away.

"The same way my wolves did. But, unlike them, I will be successful in your death." was the witch's reply.

Lucy continued backing away, but tripped over a particularly slippery rock. As the witch stalked toward her, she let out an ear piercing scream. The witch walked in the water, turning the water to ice under feet, toward Lucy. She picked Lucy up by the front of her dress, holding her up to her face.

"Don't worry. I'll tell your siblings you said good-bye." the witch said. She then dropped Lucy back down into the now freezing cold water. Lucys eyes were wide with fear. But before the witch could do more, she dissapeared.

"Lucy?" came Edmunds voice.

Still frozen with fear by what nearly occured, Lucy stayed where she was, the water rushing around her.

"Lucy? What are you doing?" Edmund asked as he pulled her up.

Lucy let out a cry of pain as she put her weight on one foot. Both of them looked down to see a small trail of blood flowing down the stream, and they saw that Lucys ankle must have hit one of the rocks.

"Are you ok?" was Edmunds next question.

"I... I'm not sure." Lucy stuttered, glancing at where the witch had dissapeared.

"I heard you scream." he said.

"I did..."

"What happened? Surely you didn't just scream because you fell and hurt your ankle."

"I didn't."

"Then what happened?!"

"I... I'm not really sure."

"Your not sure?"

"I think... the witch just tried to kill me." Edmunds eyes widened conciderably. "That's why I screamed. She was walking towards me, she picked me up, told me something that I can't really remember now, threw me down, I think that's when I hurt my ankle, and then she started walking towards me again... that's when I screamed. But she dissapeared."

He pulled his arm around her. "Let's just get back. And I think your ankle will need to be looked at for sure. Come on." he said pulling most of her weight on him.

"Wait, I came looking for you. We need to talk." Lucy said, stopping him once they were out of the water.

"Somehow I figured you'd bring that up." he sighed.

"Why won't you believe us?" she asked.

"Because I've never had luck with familys. And... I'm afraid if it's true... I'll lose all of you."

"Your not going to lose us."

"But I never knew my dad, or I guess my so-called-dad. And my mum... well you know that part. What if the same happens to you, Peter, and Susan?"

Lucy sighed and hugged him tight. "That's something you'll have to risk and find out for yourself... but you can't deny the truth forever."

Edmund sighed. "Do you always have to be right?" he asked.

She grinned. "You know I do!"

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Right. Now come on, let's get back." He bent down so she could jump on his back, making it a bit easier to get back to camp.

"Oh and Ed?"

"Yes, Lucy?"

"As soon as my foots well... we're going to race."

Edmund smirked. "Your on."