A/N: Hey everyone! So sorry about the delay in updates! I was having an end of summer party with my friends because tomorrow morning we have to go to freaking high school! :( ugh!! sorry...i am DREADING it! Anyway...i've decided not to do this chapter from Peter's POV beacause it would probably be extremely short...and basically the same thing as Susans. Well, I'm kind of sad how in the beginning of my story i got like 8 reviews in one chapter and it made me happy! but latey i've been getting like 3...and i've had to resort to begging some old reviewers to review again. so please don't make me beg and make me happy! also...don't expect updates regularly...school work comes first, and then volleyball, and then my fanfics. sorry for those of you who are upset...but it's how it is. anyway...enough about me...Enjoy!

Chapter Eleven: Edmund Returns

Edmund was thrown roughly to the ground by the dwarf and whipped painfully for what seemed like the thousandth time that hour. His shirt was ripped up in the back, and he had deep gashes spread across his back. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on something other than the pain…Lucy. He saw her face in his eyes and a smile lingered on his face. "What are you so happy about, brat?" Edmund was done answering questions for the Witch. "Tie him up at once!"

Edmund soon found himself being forced up a tree. Some dwarfs were tying him up to it, and the cords were digging into his skin. He gritted his teeth together, trying not to show them how much pain he was in. Suddenly a fist pounded into his cheek, making him cry out in surprise. The dwarf laughed and spit in his face. Unable to wipe the spit off from his face, Edmund shook his head trying to get rid of it. The dwarf laughed harder and called over another dwarf. This dwarf had a tangled black beard and black eyes. He was sneering at Edmund.

The only thing Edmund could see were fists flying at his face—blood—rings—blood—hands—blood—teeth—blood—and black. He was knocked out after their ferocious beating.

He silently thanked the dwarfs for the beating, because his dream was one of the best he's ever had. He was in Narnia with Lucy, and they were swimming in a river with fish. The fish were talking to them and jumping up out of the water, making Lucy laugh sweetly. Edmund treaded over to her and scooped her up in his arms. In his dream they were older than they were now, but Lucy was just as beautiful. He leaned in and she shut her eyes and…

"Lay him down!"

"Get him some water…and cloths—lots of cloths!"

"He's been beaten badly…we're going to need a lot more medicine!"

Edmund was angry for being woken up at the best part of his dream, but he moaned and turned over onto his back. He cracked open his eyes and saw Tree-Women staring down at him. One of them smiled and kindly said, "Are you alright?"

"Does it look like I'm alright?" He spat back.

Wait! I was going to try and be nice…I've already cause Susan and Lucy too much…I owe them to be a better person.

"I—I mean…no."

She smiled sweetly down at him, "It's going to be fine, we'll get you cleaned up in no time."

He nodded his head—the best he could do. And, just like the Tree-Woman said, he was done in no time. He gingerly stood up and found that he was very sore from walking all that distance…but more so from the beatings he was given. His stomach growled hungrily. "Oh, I bet you're hungry! Let's go get you some—"

"No! I—I mean could I please see my sister first?" His voice sounded hoarse and scratchy. The Tree-Woman nodded and handed him a glass of water before exiting the tent. Edmund took a deep breath and stepped outside of the tent.

Susan and Peter were taking a leisurely walk down the river, holding hands. There were still sparks flying through her arm at his touch, but she smiled and moved closer to him. He certainly didn't object. He let go of her hand, grabbed it with his other, and wrapped his free arm around her waist. She rested her head on his shoulder and they walked like that for a half hour before there were hoofs stomping in on the camp that Peter pulled her swiftly into the heart of camp to find out what was going on.

He walked up to a centaur, who Susan wouldn't have approached in her wildest dreams and asked sternly, "What's going on?"

The centaur turned and glared, but realized it was Peter, and he bowed. "Your Highnesses." He made a slight bow towards Susan, and she blushed. She still hasn't gotten used to that. "Your Majesty's brother has returned."

Susan's eyes widened and Peter hauled her towards the front of the tents where there was a group of people surrounded. Edmund was there, but he was up on a hill a ways away, speaking with Aslan. Susan sighed, and saw Lucy skip towards them. She looked towards Susan's gaze and exclaimed, "Edmund!"

At the sound of his name, Edmund snapped his head towards Lucy and his eyes blazed with joy. With a huge amount of effort, he turned his head back to the mighty lion. Peter scolded Lucy, "Lucy, Aslan was talking to him, you can wait."

Lucy huffed and plopped down on the ground. Susan followed suit, and was soon joined by Peter, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders. They waited there for a half hour, and the crowd died down to just them, waiting patiently for Edmund.

Edmund came stalking down the hill, Aslan in the lead. Aslan approached the three and said calmly, "Here is Edmund. There is no need to talk to him about the past."

He smiled slowly and strode away. Susan practically attacked Edmund. "Ed! Oh, Ed! Are you alright? Oh, I missed you! I was so worried! Are you okay? Oh, Edmund!"

Edmund hugged her back, less enthusiastically, only because of his stiffness. "I'm fine, don't worry." When Susan pulled back to examine his face, she found scratches and bruises all over. He had one very big, puffy, black eye.

"Edmund! You're hurt! Who did this to you?"

Edmund chuckled darkly, "Who do you think did this to me?"

Susan shook her head and kissed him once on the cheek, as if that could cure him. Edmund hugged Lucy for a long time, blushed, and backed away. Lucy was also blushing, but that went unnoticed by Susan. Edmund came wearily over to Peter and shook his hand. Susan sighed, boys will be boys.

Edmund's stomach suddenly growled at them and Lucy said cheerily, "Let's eat!"

They all raced to the big tent with the delicious fragrances coming from it. There was a table of four set out for them, and they all sprinted over to it. Susan and Peter sat on one side, and Lucy and Edmund on the other. They all shoveled the food in as fast as they could. It was delicious, and they all had four helpings. After they finished eating, Edmund asked, "So what did I miss when I left?"

Lucy was the first to answer, "Oh! Well we all had to pack up, and we went in an underground tunnel, and we heard sleigh bells and thought it was the Witch, but it wasn't! It was Father Christmas! And Peter got a sword and shield, and Susan got a bow and a quiver of arrows and a peculiar horn that when you call it you can get help, and I got a small dagger and a diamond cordial that cures people and then we came to the Stone Table and met Aslan—oh he is just so sweet—oh, but I've forgotten that you've already met him, and Peter battled a wolf and was named a knight!"

It seemed like she exclaimed it all in one breath, and Edmund was overwhelmed with information. All he could respond with was, "Uh…"

Susan smiled and said calmly, "After you left, we learned about Narnia. There need to be two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve—that's us—to be able to put a cast on the White Witches powers. So when we arrived in Narnia, Aslan somehow knew and was heading this way, and I'm sure you noticed that it's not winter anymore." She smirked and continued, "Even Father Christmas came, draining the Witch's powers even more! Peter became a knight," She smiled proudly at Peter and looked back to Edmund, "and he saved Lucy and I from two wolves."

Edmund smiled at Peter, "Thank you." Peter just nodded his head, humbly.

Edmund let out a big yawn, followed by Lucy and Peter suggested, "Maybe we should get to bed." Everyone stood up to go to their tents. Edmund stumbled into his quite sleepily, and Susan followed Lucy into theirs. But before she could enter, Peter grabbed her wrist. "Want to finish our walk?"

She smiled at him, and blushed fiercely. "Yeah."

He took her hand and brought her back to the river. It was darker, so the moonlight shimmered off of the ripples. Peter sat her down against a tree and wrapped his arms around her. They sat in silence for a few minutes listening to the trickle of the river.

Susan whispered, "Thank you Peter. For saving me."

He smiled into her hair and whispered back, "You're welcome. I don't know what I would've done if that wolf had gotten you." Susan smiled up at him and he asked, "How's your foot?"

She laughed, "It's never been better."

He chuckled and gently grabbed her face. They stared at each other for awhile, and he pulled her face in towards his. They kissed gently at first, and then it grew more passionate. She wrapped one arm around his neck, and the other in his hair. He had one hand on the small of her back, and the other resting on her thigh. Susan came up for air, and Peter blushed, but pulled her closer. This night was perfect. It was beautiful, and she snuggled up into Peter's arms to escape the slight breeze.

She could feel her eye lids drooping slowly down, and she let out a yawn. Peter gently pushed her off, and pulled her up. "Time for bed." He smirked.

She sighed and held him close as they walked back to her tent. He stopped outside of the opening and leaned in for another kiss. It was quick, but it was enough to get Susan's heart to restart. She blushed and bit her lip. He turned around to leave, but Susan grabbed his neck and pulled him back to her for another kiss. She couldn't stop once she started. This kiss was longer, and it took every ounce of energy for her to pull away from him. He laughed quietly at her, "Goodnight."

He tenderly brushed his lips against hers. "Night." She mumbled. She walked into her tent, and flopped down on her bed, letting out a huge sigh. She stopped when she remembered she and Lucy shared a tent. Crawling under the covers, she touched her lips. They were still trembling. She closed her eyes and dreamt of nothing but Peter.

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