Still holding Finis in her hands, Camille watched as Susan walked away. As it had done every time she had held it, it seemed to thrum with energy, turning her fingers numb. After a few minutes of standing there alone she turned back to the forest of thorns and considered what to do. She didn't know why Finis had acted as a compass when it was created only to put a stop to dark magic, and it was bothering her. Especially as she went over what she had said only a few minutes earlier – that now they didn't know the limits of Finis' power.

Looking back down at the bronze flute, she decided to try something. Seeing as she could tell it to point north, she wondered what else she could tell it to do. Maybe she could get it to show her which way Lucy and Edmund were, even if Peter couldn't get it to do so.

"Show me the path we need to take," she said quietly to the instrument, wondering if she imagined the falter in its humming or not. Regardless, it refused to point the way, but Camille didn't fully expect it to anyway.

A voice off to her right nearly made her jump from her skin. "If you want Finis to show you the way you should play it."

Camille was surprised to see Gareth standing there, and her hand came to rest over her heart as she breathed a sigh of relief. "Gareth!" she exclaimed, "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

The faun smiled, "Sorry, I wasn't trying to sneak."

She studied him for a minute, as the sky grew ever darker, before asking, "How do you know what Finis will do?"

Grinning again, Gareth replied, "I don't. But do you not remember what the dragon had said to you about Finis?"

Camille did remember what Redstar, the red dragon she had only met a few days prior, had said. Nodding, she said, "Yes, I remember what he said – something about sensing Finis' magic. But I thought the extent of Finis' power was putting a stop to dark magic, seeing as that is what it was made for."

"Maybe that's not the extent of it, though," Gareth said calmly, "After all, magic can only be undone by using magic. And, from what you've told me about it seeming to be alive in your grip, I can't help thinking that it might be capable of more than we think."

Camille took a while to absorb Gareth's words, unable to deny that what he had said made a lot of sense. She didn't know much about magic, so she didn't know whether or not it was true that only magic could undo magic. However, she couldn't imagine why he would lie to her about something like that. So she decided to trust him and, facing the forest again, put the flute to her lips and started to play.

Unlike the times she had played Finis before, this time she felt a sense of control over her fingers. Yet she played with confidence, and the notes left the instrument in a slow and connected manner. The melody was haphazard and mournful, and Camille was confused by this as the mood of the music wound its way around her. As she grew increasingly disheartened, she shut her eyes and continued to play, trying to focus.

But what she saw when she closed her eyes only made it worse. So she didn't notice the grass at her feet begin to glow as if lit by thousands of tiny, blue lights, forming a path from her feet to the forest of thorns ahead, and disappearing in its darkness. But Gareth did.

"Camille!" Gareth put a hand on her shoulder and her eyes flew open, "It's working!"

Coming to a stop in her playing, Camille removed Finis from her lips and took a shaky breath to clear her head. The lights on the ground continued to glow, casting an eerie blue light on their faces as the night finally settled over them. As they followed the trail with their eyes, wondering where it would lead, they heard the sound of someone running toward them.

Turning around, they saw Peter just as he stopped in front of them, who looked perplexed. Looking between Camille and the glowing ground before them, which was growing dark once more, he spluttered, "You… the… the grass… it's glowing! How?"

"I just asked it to show the way," Camille said shakily, realizing she had been crying. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she continued, "and when I played… the path just appeared like that."

Recovering from his surprise, Peter realized she was upset, "Are you okay?"

"I-I don't know," Camille answered, feeling more tears coming on, "I don't know what happened, but when I played it just… I don't know how to explain it. The music was… was…"

As Camille choked up, Gareth explained, "It was a very random melody, sire. But it was sad; I think she became upset while playing it."

"Thank you, Gareth." Peter said curtly, "You may go join the others now."

Sensing this was an order, Gareth didn't argue. With a sideways glance at Camille, who had sat down on the ground as she cried, he went to re-join the others where they had set up camp. Once he was gone, Peter took a seat in the grass beside Camille. They had not been alone since the night before, and he had been trying to keep a healthy distance from her during the day because the last thing he wanted was for whoever it was that had taken his siblings to see him being friendly with her. He didn't want her to become a target. Thus, when Peter sat down beside her he kept a short distance.

Again, Peter asked if she was okay.

Camille tried again to wipe her eyes and said, sniffling, "I'll be fine. I was just a little overwhelmed by Finis, that's all."

Peter didn't know what to say, but he couldn't help noticing she was avoiding his eyes. Finally, he asked, "Is that the first time it's done this to you?"

Camille nodded slowly, her arms wrapped around her knees, still not looking him in the eye.

He scooted closer to her then, enclosing the space that had previously existed between them. Putting an arm around her and pulling her into him, he decided that he would be frustrated with himself if he didn't comfort her. It scared him for a moment when she had another short sob against him, but he soon realized that she was done once it passed.

After a short while of them sitting there in silence, she finally explained, "I think it's a warning."

"A warning?"

She nodded against his chest. "For what lies ahead."

Peter suddenly felt more awake, "What do you mean?"

A few more tears silently fell down her face before she said, "I think… I think that your brother is in pain."

Disbelief crossed his face, "How could you possibly know that?"

"I saw him," Camille said earnestly, "I saw him while I was playing Finis."

For the first time, Camille heard a tone of fear grip Peter's voice, "What about Lucy – did you see her?"

She shook her head, "No, I didn't – just Edmund."

"What exactly did you see?" Peter pressed, looking down at her tear-stained face for the first time.

But Camille just shook her head, looking down, "I don't know. I'm not even sure if it was real."

"Camille," Peter said shakily as he put his hand under her chin, lifting her face, "What did you see?"

She took hold of his hand, removing it from her face, and explained, "I just saw Edmund, by himself, and he looked okay – aside from how pale he was – and he was walking, but he seemed to be in pain with every step he took. I don't know how else to explain it, Peter. There wasn't a visible mark on him, but he acted as though every inch of him had been beaten."

As she spoke, Peter's grip on her hand tightened, and she thought for a moment that maybe he was going to cry. To her surprise, however, he released her hand, took her face in his hands and kissed her briefly before helping her to get to her feet. "Come on," he said in a forced voice, taking hold of her hand again, "let's go join the others. We need to at least tell Susan about this."

A/N: I hope the ending wasn't too cheesy... The next chapter will go back to Edmund and Lucy by the way!

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