Lahh dee daah dee daahhh. Okay, so I was right in saying there will only be one chapter left after this one. :(. Sad, probably more for me than anyone else. I have never been able to actually stick to a story for this long before, let alone finish it. So, before our tearful goodbyes to this one next chapter, let's all enjoy this one first :)

Everyone was celebrating on the ship, joyful and victorious. Not a few moments later, the mist cleared completely and they saw the boats filled with Narnians that had been sacrificed, and had rescued every one of them. Syrena watched as Mr. Rhince ran to his wife, lifting her off the ground and spinning as she planted kisses on his face. She turned away quickly, feeling like she was invading on a very private moment. Edmund stood beside her, and he draped his arm across her shoulder. She smiled up at him.

"We did it," she said. He smiled back. Lucy came up to them, catching her words.

"I knew we would," she added.

"It wasn't just us though," Edmund replied, and they stared at him in confusion until they heard a familiar voice from below.

"Lucy! Lucy it's me!" She gasped, and ran up to the railing, peering over.

"Eustace!"

"I'm a boy again!" he yelled. "I'm a boy!" Syrena and Edmund joined Lucy, and laughed at the joy they saw on Eustace's face; they'd never seen him so happy. Reepicheep chuckled, and jumped into the sea beside him.

"I see your wings have been clipped!" he said once floating in the water. Eustace laughed. Reepicheep began to sing the tune the dryad had sung to him.

"Where the sky and water meet; where the waves grow ever sweet-,"he said, and then stopped suddenly. Then he exclaimed loudly so everyone could hear him. "It's sweet! The water's sweet!"

Syrena stood alone in the room she had given to Lucy, pulling on a dry shirt over her head. For the first time in a few weeks, she'd taken her hair out of its braid and let it fall in waves down her back. It almost felt strange. She heard a knock on the door behind her. "Come in," she said softly as she pulled the shirt down and tucked it into her pants and belt, and she listened as the door opened and closed.

She knew who it was; she wasn't surprised that he'd come to see her. In fact, she was expecting it.

"Lucy's with your father," Edmund said. He took a few tentative steps towards her. "She gave him a drop from her cordial to calm him down; he's sleeping right now." Syrena nodded, and turned to face him. They gazed at each other for a few moments, neither quite knowing what to say. The tension in the room was electrifying. "On the deck, your father called you Amaris."

Syrena sighed. "I was hoping you didn't hear that." He noticed her eyes turned unnaturally dark, more grey than silver. "He mistook me for someone else."

"Who?" Edmund asked. He was looking at her worriedly. She was finally beginning to understand the sincerity in his voice; he really did care, and he didn't just want to know, but he needed her to tell him everything. This was her breaking point.

Syrena sat cross-legged on the bed across from Edmund. He had sat in silence as she, eventually, told him everything. She told him about her dreams of the woman in the field, and when she came to the part of Liliandil explaining to her that the woman was her mother, Edmund's eyes widened. He had not heard Syrena ever say anything about her mother; he had almost assumed she never really had one. Then she told him what she learned about her mother, the real truth of it all. It took him a moment to make the connection of her mother being a star to Syrena sharing the same blood. Syrena couldn't help but smile at the surprised look on his face. And she told him what Coriakin really said to her on the island, the full and true prophecy. "Though it seems dark and difficult now, you will soon learn why it must be this way."

"What do you think he meant by that?" he asked her, the first thing he had said since she began.

"I'm not sure; I'm still trying to figure that out."

He leaned back against the headboard, his hands folded across his lap. "Have the dreams stopped?" he asked.

Syrena nodded. "The night before we left Narnia was the first night she came close enough for me to feel her, and the first night she touched me. I hadn't dreamt of her since." They sat in silence for a while, and then Syrena chuckled lightly. "You know, when we were in Dark Island, she came towards me again. But it felt real this time, more real than a dream ever could. And for a moment, I saw a glimpse of her eyes. They are exactly like mine."

She suddenly felt fearful, remembering what her mother had said to her. "She blamed me for her death. But I was only a child-"

Edmund leaned forwards, grabbing her hands in his and squeezed. "You can't let that get to you. The mist played nasty tricks on everyone's minds. I'm sure it was only meant to distract you, to pull you into its spell."

Syrena was skeptical, but she did not speak her thoughts to him then. She suddenly felt exhausted, her body having been drained of any energy it had possessed. The sky was gradually growing darker, now a deep navy shade and the stars were beginning to poke through and shine. Edmund wrapped his arms around her, and she snuggled deep into his embrace. She was wondering what other secrets the sky held as she quickly drifted into slumber.

Her dream was the same as always. Except this time, when a hand was placed on Syrena's shoulder, it was warm. And wet. She reached her arm up, touching her skin with a light hand. When she pulled them back to her face, her fingers were dripping blood. She whipped around, unable to breath at the sight. There was no bright light simply the body of a woman standing in front of her. The woman, whose eyes were closed tightly, was wearing white, a dress much like Syrena's. But the front was stained with blood, and it ran down her body in floods, spreading into an ever-growing pile at her feet. Syrena backed away, and then she noticed that she was holding onto an object with a deathly grip. Wrapped in her hand was a shiny silver knife, blood smeared across the blade. The woman opened her eyes than, and for the first time Syrena was truly face to face with her mother.

"My child," she said, her voice laced with pain, fear and malice, "why would you do this to me?"

She woke up screaming.

So I think I mentioned this last chapter, but if not I will now...or no maybe I didn't. Whatever. Anyways, I am planning on writing a sequel to this story. I was not ready for Edmund and Syrena's relationship to grow into a full-blown fairytale romance in one story because in reality that is not at all what happens. It actually takes work to get to know someone, to learn to love their every grace and flaw. So, that is why there is a sequel - I want to develop their relationship further.

I wish this chapter was longer. But it's...2:02 am and raining/thunderstorming. So I'm pretty sleepy. Oh, and I was over at a friend's house last night and we watched Black Swan. C.R.E.E.P.Y. but so good :) The point of me telling you all that was because I did not get hardly any sleep, as I was still trying to figure out wtf happened in that whole movie. If you've seen it, please answer this question: Did Nina actually kill herself? Or was that all in her imagination again?

Oh. And they have a cat named Simon who apparently hates my guts and was hissing in my face all night. Lovely. REMEMBER TO REVIEW! Much love :)