Eep! New chapter!! So, Peter, Susan, Ed, Lucy, and Caspian....YAY!

Peter stared at the small pieces of ice decorating the ground along with the shattered wand. Did he really beat her? The realization hit him full blast and he dropped to his knees.

He'd been the one to release her, and then defeat her. But defeating her didn't make it all right. Despite his efforts Narnia still wasn't fixed. It could have been before, maybe, if he'd have stepped up. Now? Narnians were fighting Narnians, Telmarines against Telmarines, and the dead verses the living. Thing were not ok in Narnia.

So caught up in his thoughts Peter didn't hear the soft footsteps of the approaching Aslan. "Peter."

Peter jumped and looked up at the mighty lion. "You're alive!"

Aslan chuckled softly. "It would seem so."

"How? Edmund said…" He trailed off.

"The witch was smart. She used Edmund's power to fix the stone table so I would be dead again. When you broke her wand the table was fixed."

Peter jumped up. "Ed!"

"I will take you." Aslan told him.

Peter nodded and stood up. "Thank you." The young king swung onto the lion's back and Aslan instantly took off. Peter grasped his long mane and held on tightly, worry etched into his face. Aslan could feel his tension.

'Please be ok Ed, please.'

FORNARNIAFORNARNIAFORNARNIAFORNARNIA

Lucy looked into her brother's big brown eyes. "Are you ok?"

Edmund nodded slightly, hiding a grimace. "Fine."

Lucy raised her eyebrows and focused in on the big purple bruise covering his jaw. "Really?" She asked skeptically.

Edmund attempted to get up to show her he was ok, but his injuries were jarred and he cried out in pain before slumping back down, breathing heavily.

Lucy uncorked her cordial again. "I already gave him two drops!" Lucy stated, not understanding why Edmund wasn't healed.

"Lucy, go help the others."

Lucy looked up at the quiet lion, her eyes quickly bouncing off Peter before she made eye contact. "He's hurt!" She insisted.

"Go."

Lucy remembered a similar situation at the Battle of Beruna and decided not to argue. With one last look at Edmund she started to run towards the battlefield, cordial in hand.

Edmund was barely aware she'd left. His head hurt!"

"Can you help him?" Peter asked Aslan as he slid off his back.

"I'm sorry but no."

"Why?" Peter asked, his eyes staring straight Aslan's large black ones pleadingly.

"His life energy has only just returned to him. He cannot be healed. I'm sorry."

Peter sighed and looked at his brother. Ed had one arm wrapped around his chest protectively, while the other still dangled awkwardly at his side. While some color had returned to him, the bruises and cuts were still evident.

Phillip was standing over the young boy protectively. "You alright your majesty?" The horse asked his boy.

"I'm. Fine." Edmund got out through gritted teeth. "How is the battle going?"

Phillip snorted and smiled.

"We're winning." Peter assured his brother.

The results were immediate. Edmund tensed and his eyes shot up, fear in them. Peter flinched back as his brother curled in on himself. "Ed I-" He stopped when Edmund's breath hitched. The eldest Pevensie looked to Aslan. "Why is he scared of me?"

Phillip was too busy calming Edmund down to reply, but he probably would have snorted.

"He has been through much. Give him time."

Peter wiped way a tear impatiently while Aslan quickly blew on Edmund. Seconds later the youngest Pevensie brother's breathing became even and he lay back, sleeping.

"It is the best I can give him."

Peter nodded. "Thank you." He moved to pick up his younger brother but Phillip stepped in front of him.

"Maybe it's better if you don't go near him." He said this nicely, but it was obvious the horse wouldn't hesitate to do whatever was necessary to keep Peter back.

Peter sighed in defeat. "I'll go help with the battle." He said lamely.

Phillip nodded curtly and returned to his boy. Aslan stopped Peter once again though.

"Come with me."

Peter tilted his head, but climbed onto the lion's back again. Where were they going?

FORASLANFORASLANFORASLANFORASLAN

Susan gasped as a sword swung towards her head, but a streak of silver stopped it just in time. Susan took the moment to stick the Telmarine who'd aimed at her with an arrow.

She looked over at Glozelle, the man who'd saved her life again. "Thanks."

The Telmarine shrugged and continued to fight. Susan soon joined him yelled, "They're retreating!"

A ghost of a smile lit up Glozelle's face before disappearing again, so fast Susan wasn't sure if she'd imagined it and was still left wondering if he even could smile.

"Should we go after them?" The man asked.

"Of course." Susan replied curtly as she finished off the nearest Telmarine and rushed after the long line of retreating soldiers, Glozelle following quickly.

A surge of happiness surged through her as she saw just how few Telmarines there were left.

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Caspian limped forward, trying hard to keep steady. Blood was still seeping out of the wound in his side, and the prince found it increasingly hard to even stay conscious.

Pattertwig had long since passed out on his shoulder. As he fell on his knees for what seemed like the millionth time, he heard the approaching sound of hooves.

For a fleeting second he hoped it was a Telmarine come to finish him off before he remembered his duty. He looked up and smiled.

Lucy was rushing towards Caspian, cordial at the ready. She uncorked her cordial yet again and put a drop in her friend's mouth. After he swallowed Caspian felt better instantly.

He almost jumped to his feet before he remembered the squirrel on his shoulder. Caspian held Pattertwig out to Lucy and she used another drop of cordial.

Pattertwig's eyes popped open and he licked his lips. "Thank you."

Lucy smiled at him and Caspian. "Go help the rest of them." She replied with a smile.

Caspian got the fire back in his eyes as he went to finish off the Telmarines still on the battlefield. Pattertwig, injuries forgotten, was back with new energy after his nap. He skittered after Caspian with newfound confidence as Lucy returned to her job of healing.

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Aslan ran to the river, paws making no sound at all. With one great leap he was over it, and Peter had to hold on for dear life to stay on.

He walked to the end of the bridge and stood there silently, waiting for the Telmarines to arrive. This had gone on for far too long and it was time to end it.

Peter sat on his back and sat there, completely confused.

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