A/N: Sorry again about the delay in updates. I really like this chapter and I enjoyed writing it...first one from Lucy's POV. Please tell me what you think about it, and if you like it. I can't wait for the third story of this one...sort of like the third book if you're following me. haha...anyway, Enjoy!

Chapter Thirteen: Victory for the Witch

Lucy finished her dessert speedily and raced towards her tent. She was nearly there when she felt someone slide a warm hand on her arm and pull her spinning around to face…Edmund. Edmund looked stern and serious, and Lucy was feeling something she'd never experienced before at his touch. She could feel the heat rush to her cheeks, but was still waiting for Edmund to say something. If he didn't hurry up, then she'd have no time to practice her archery.

"Lucy." Did he follow her to her tent just to say her name? Well, it certainly seemed so, seeing as he never continued. He just stood there, staring into her eyes.

"Edmund?"

He seemed to realize where he was and what he was doing because suddenly he ripped his hand from her arm, and nervously looked down at the ground. "Lucy, when the Witch came to see Aslan this morning, I—I was thinking about something that really bothered me and I just want to know that it's not true."

"Okay?" She dragged out each syllable, wondering where on Earth this was leading to.

"Well, you know about the horrible things I did to you, Peter, and Susan…and I was thinking that you probably thought I was a horrible person because of it—and I'm sure you do—hell, I would. I know I deserved to die on the Stone Table, and somehow Aslan saw past that and forgave me. I was hoping you would too. I don't want you to think I'm a horrible person, and I definitely don't blame you if you don't forgive me—I probably wouldn't forgive myself…but I was just hoping that maybe y—you would."

It took Lucy a long time to understand everything he mumbled to her, but she thought she understood most of it. Edmund was looking at her hopefully; his eyes looked pleading, almost as if he needed her to forgive him. "Edmund, you're being too hard on yourself! I forgave you right when you betrayed us. I barely knew you, but I have noticed a change in you, and I certainly like it. I don't think you're a horrible person at all, and I am kind of sad that you thought I would be so horrible as to not forgive you!"

Edmund looked taken aback, and his eyes grew wide with horror, "Lucy, I would never think you horrible in any way! And thank you for forgiving me…"

Lucy reached out and hugged him. She felt tingles of relief wash through Edmund and they stood hugging for awhile more. When Lucy pulled away, Edmund leaned forward towards her. He was going to kiss her! Lucy instinctively stepped back and wrapped her arms around herself. Edmund opened his eyes in disappointment and mumbled, "Oh…I'm sorry. It's just…I thought you…"

Lucy sighed, "Edmund…I do like you—but just as a friend. I think I could like you more but—"

"—But you don't trust me…I understand." He shrugged his shoulders and turned around to leave.

"What I was going to say was I could like you more but what about Peter and Susan? It would be too awkward, and right now they're happy…so we should just let them be."

Edmund spun around and looked fiercely at her, "But what about us?"

"What us? There hasn't been an us…and I don't think there should be as long as there is a Peter-Susan." Edmund's head drooped and he looked defeated. "Edmund…"

He looked up hopefully, only to be crushed at her soft words, "I'm sorry."

"So am I."
With that he turned and left her at the mouth of her tent, tears streaming down her cheeks. Three hours later, Susan came in humming softly to herself. She was smiling and twirling around, and her cheeks were rosy. She was probably with Peter. And with that thought, Lucy began sobbing into her pillow once more.

Susan's forehead crinkled in confusion and she swept over to Lucy. "What's the matter, Lu?"

Lucy hiccupped, "N—nothing. D—don't let m—me bother y—you."

"Oh, Lucy! You can tell me what's wrong."

Lucy shook her head in the pillow mumbling, "No I c—can't!"

Susan stroked Lucy's hair and sat humming to her until Lucy fell asleep. In her dream it was raining, and there was a tall, dark figure standing in the middle of a cobble-stoned road. The person's head hung low and it looked as if he was crying. Lucy ran towards him, trying to comfort the sad man; but she couldn't move. She looked down at her feet and instead of seeing her feet; she saw agonizing chocolate brown eyes. They were pleading to her, and all she could do was cry on them. She sprinted towards the person and could finally reach him.

It was Edmund. He was crying and when he looked at her, she saw the same agonized eyes. Lucy screamed and tried to run the other way, but when she turned around she found herself drifting, and soon she was standing in the middle of the same cobble-stoned road. There was a fork in front of her. The left road showed a happy Peter and Susan, entwined with each other, kissing passionately; but it also showed agonized chocolate brown eyes, and the saddest looking, most handsome Edmund she had ever seen. The right road showed Susan slapping Peter, Susan crying, Peter crying, and it showed Edmund. Only, the Edmund it showed was the happiest he'd ever been. It showed Edmund grabbing Lucy playfully by the waist and carefully planting a tender kiss on her forehead. It showed Lucy sigh, and get lost in happy chocolate brown eyes. Lucy found herself walking towards the right, but then remembered the happy looking Peter and Susan.

She awoke from her dream with a start, and found that she had been sweating a great deal in her sleep. She pulled her damp hair into a bun, and turned over onto her back. She heard a crack outside the tent and looked to the left to find a big lion-shaped shadow walking towards the forest line. Lucy walked to Susan's bed and shook her awake. "Su, Su get up!"

Susan woke up groggily, and mumbled; "No, Lucy! It's not even light out yet."

"Get up! Something weird's going on with Aslan."

Susan finally got up and put a cloak on. Lucy was already ready, and she ferociously tugged Susan out of the tent and into the forest.

"Where are we going?" Susan complained.

"To find out what Aslan's up to."

The girls walked for what seemed like four miles until they caught a glimpse of golden fur. The lion walked in between two big bushes and was met with loud cheers. The girls raced up to the bushes and peeked through the leaves to meet a terrible sight. A big crowd of people were standing around the Stone Table. They were carrying torches and knives. There were Ogres, Trolls, wolves, bull-headed men, spirits of evil trees and poisonous plants, Hags, and many other evil creatures. And right in the middle, standing by the Table was the Witch herself. She had an evil sneer placed on her face and suddenly she screamed,

"The fool! The fool has come. Bind him fast."

Aslan suddenly was being tugged and pulled in too many directions. Lucy cried out, but it was lost between all of the roaring and cheering. Susan advised her not to do that again. Aslan wasn't putting up a fight at all. Lucy knew that if he tried, he could rip everyone one of them to shreds with one swipe of his giant paws.

"Stop!" The Witch's harsh voice echoed, "Let him first be shaved!"

There was another cheer and Aslan's beautiful, golden mane was being shaved off of his huge lion body. Lucy couldn't help herself, she screamed, "Aslan!" as loud as she could. She could've whispered it for all the good it did. Susan took Lucy, cradled her in her arms, and rocked her back and forth.

They watched Aslan being stripped of his fur, and they both cried silent tears for the great lion. The Witch pulled out a big, silver knife and ordered for the beasts to bring Aslan up to the Table. Before giving the blow, she yelled,

"And now, who has won? Fool, did you think that by all this you would save the human traitor? Now I will kill you instead of him as our pact was and so the Deep Magic will be appeased. But when you are dead what will prevent me from killing him as well? And who will take him out of my hand then? Understand that you have given me Narnia forever, you have lost your own life and you have not saved his. In that knowledge, despair and die!"

And with that, she raised up her boney arm and struck down into the lion's heart with as much force as she could muster. Aslan's brown eyes were wide and then, slowly, they closed; ending his life forever.

A/N: Sorry about the lenght of the chapter too...it's a little shorter than my other chapters, but oh well! I really liked her dream...that was really fun to write, and i wrote it really fast, so i'm sorry if you don't understand it. It makes sense to me. ha! anyway, PLEASE REVIEW and if you have any questions or suggestions please don't be hesitant to say them. I would really appreciate a lengthy review, and in return i will reply to it! YAY!!