I am so sorry for not updating in a while, and I am sorry that this is not a long chapter, but unfortunately I am in the middle of exams -_-

You have all been there at one time or another and probably know how much I hate this right now lol! But I will be done my exams in two days and then I shall celebrate by writing a LARGE chapter just for you guys Thanks for sticking with me!

Eden walked along the lake's edge, her sword grazing along the ground's surface. She had just spent the last hour explaining her dream to everyone- excluding the obvious parts with her and Peter. Noticing how dark it was, she suggested everyone go to sleep in hopes of getting attention drawn from her.

Peter was reluctant to agree, but finally did once Lucy protest how tired she was. Eden groaned, thinking of Peter. There was something about him that sent her heart racing; both with anger and care. She knew- almost everyone knew- that Peter was getting on her nerves at times, but then there was a way about him that made her worry about his safety. She groaned again.

"Why did I have to have that dream?" she muttered to herself.

"Well, Aslan works in mysterious ways." A voice said and she turned sharply, sword drawn ahead of her.

She gave a dramatic sigh once she saw Peter emerge from the trees, and an amused grin plastered on his face.

"Bloody hell, Peter! Do you have to scare people like that?" she hissed, bringing her sword back to her side. He did not respond, but cocked his head to the side and just stared at her. Almost as if he was observing her. At this thought, Eden blushed a deep scarlet.

"What are you doing?" she said angrily, breaking the awkward silence. But once again he ignored her question.

"What kind of flowers were in your dream?" he asked, sitting down on the ground, cross legged. He stared up at her and patted the spot next to him asking her to sit down. Eden cautiously did and sat with her arms wrapped loosely around her knees.

"Pardon?" She stared at the ground, feeling Peter's gaze looking at her. She dared not stare at him and risk him seeing her blush.

"You spoke of flowers in your dreams. What were they?"

She looked at him and chuckled. "You are strange, aren't you?" He scowled at her, but she answered him.

"They were purple Alyssums." Peter's eyes grew wide at this.

"What's wrong, Peter? You looked as if you have seen a ghost." Eden said, putting a cautious hand on the pale-faced boy.

"What else was in your dream?" he muttered quietly. So quietly, in fact, that Eden could barely hear him.

Eden struggled to find words. "Um, Peter, I told you everything already."

"Do not lie to me!" Peter suddenly roared, causing Eden to flinch. Noticing this, he quieted down. "Tell me."

Eden dropped her hand from his shoulder and stared at him. Really looked at him. His blonde hair was shaggy somewhat around the ears and his blue eyes glistened in the moonlight. He was running his hand through his hair, and something of this motion reminded Eden of something from somewhere. She could not quite place where or what it was that she remembered, but she knew that it was true. Peter was having the same thought as when he watched her twirling a piece of her dark hair in thought.

"Okay." She whispered, catching his gaze. "I will tell you."