Almost there…this ending is going to be awesome if it works out of my mind right.

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I was asked to do a story for the History Channel. I could choose any topic I wanted. Guess what I chose? WWII.

So I started my research at the library with Drew who was still my closest friend. I was digging through old books and journals when I came upon a particularly mind jolting one. It was a journal entry in a book about the British 8th Army by a Private just before the attack on Venice, Italy. It read:

I'm sitting here with my gun against my shoulder as usual chatting about the attempt on Venice in the morning with the boys. Pevensie seems to think it won't be such a hard thing to do, but he's never worried about anything! I'm worried though…

I didn't bother reading any more. I slapped the book shut and hugged my knees. It could be a crazy coincidence, I told myself but then Drew approached me carefully with two articles he ahd printed off the computers.

"Nakoda…" he began quietly, "I think you need to see these."

He handed me one and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. There he was, in full fledged British WWII uniform, standing straight backed saluting his commanding officer. I tried to blink away the tears that were threatening my eyes so I could read the words under the picture:

Private Edmund Pevensie, a young man who was so eager to join the military that he lied about his age and, using the identity of a relative, enlisted, was a member of the 8th Army and was present in the offensive attacks in Italy in believe that Private Pevensie's age would not have been revealed if he had not been injured during an attack in Venice on April 29th where he became an instant hero to many men and, in all honesty, the Empire its self.

During this attack on Venice, the young Pevensie was among the first to move into the city. Soldiers who were in that battle alongside the lad said he was very calculating in his methods and seemed to be able to spot snipers like it was nothing. He was also known for having odd feelings when something was about to go wrong; a sixth sense, some claimed.

During this attack, Private Pevensie states, "I just felt like something was off, like…on our account. Like we weren't suppose to be here." So he says he looked around and tried to spot anything out of the ordinary when he spotted a single, solitary man with a small box in his hands. "I didn't think," Pevensie said, "I just…knew." So he carefully made his way back to where the boats had landed for the attack and found his commanding officer. He warned him of what he had seen and begged the Colonel to hold back the troops and not send anymore in. His reputation was obviously spotless because the Colonel halted all advances and sent Pevensie ahead to call a retreat. Pevensie ran back into the line of fire and called the retreat signal. But, before they could fall back, a chain of explosions were set off, killing a vast majority of the first wave of troops.

Pevensie was thought lost with the others but everyone was astounded when he emerged from the smoke with two wounded soldiers slung over his back. He collapsed right at the feet of the Colonel in charge and was immediately treated for a bullet in his lower back and multiple burns and shrapnel wounds.

The troops that had been held back rushed into the city and took it as a victory for the Allies. The Colonel who had made the call to hold them back was promoted.

He was given many awards for valour and was even honoured by the Royal Family as a war hero. He was, of course, removed from service. But it was an honorable discharge and he stated later: "I am glad to have served for even that small amount of time I managed to fool you."

Oh Edmund! I should have known he would have done something like this! Crazy, crazy boy! I felt pride swell up inside me for my old friend…or whatever we became. And I gazed wishfully at the picture, it didn't do his dark eyes justice, but even through black and white photographs they managed to almost shine. And the jacket he was wearing in that photo was the same one that was carefully folded in my drawer at home. I felt a tear run down my face when I realized just how long Aslan had had this plan in place.

I looked up at Drew with a smile.

"Drew…we have to find them!" I said, my excitement bubbling up. They could still be alive! "They got back from Narnia! They went back to their own time! Let's find them!"

Drew, however, didn't look thrilled. He shook his head slowly and handed me the other paper he held with wide and pained eyes.

The picture was of a train station, a small outdoor one. But it was not a pretty sight. The station was a pile of rubble and there were three train cars visible all crunched together and tangled in the wood of the once-train station. Cold horror shot through my mind and I found my hands shaking as my eyes lowered to the words under the picture.

British Railway Accident, 1948. Nearly 500 lives claimed.

The train had failed to brake properly while rounding a curve near the station and careened off the tracks and into the station, killing nearly all passengers on the train and all of the boarders waiting on the platform. Included in the victims accounted for were a few well known names of the time. Professor Digory Kirk who was a very prestigious and well liked man known for his impressive art collection and donations to the war effort was among those killed as well as the young military hero, Edmund Pevensie. Kirk had been a passenger on the train while Pevensie, his oldest brother and his youngest sister had been on the platform. Many say that Pevensie was catching a train to the docks to ship over to America where the President had wanted to present him with a medal. However, his oldest sister assured us he never told them anything about such a rumor. Susan Pevensie, the only surviving relative now resides in…

But I couldn't read another word. No…it couldn't be…it COULDN'T! I collapsed into a sobbing heap on the library floor and I didn't care how many people looked at me or shushed me. I felt Drew's arms wrap around me but I found very little comfort in them. They were so young…they had been so young.

It was like losing them all over again.

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Mmmm, sad, I know. I decided there will be 2 more chapters. So I'll get to work!