Hi everyone! Lucy and Peter are still under the mist's spell, find out what happens now!

Lucy opened her eyes to find herself in the ruins of Cair Paravel. She was confused when she stared in the river to find a reflection of her younger self in royal clothes, the age where she and her family had met Caspian for the first time. She had a gold ribbon in her hair tied in a bow. and was standing at the exact spot where her throne had once stood.

"Lucy," she heard a voice that she never thought that she would hear again.

"Mr. Tumnus," she whispered as she turned around to see the faun that she once loved dearly.

"How…"

"I'm here, Lucy," he smiled fondly.

"I never thought that I would get to see you again."

"It was because of you." He said calmly; slowly, taking steps forward towards her.

She blinked, slowly backing away, "What?"

"When you decided to search for the Spare Oom and Wardrobe that you once told me about, the entire country fell into turmoil. We couldn't prevent the foreign invaders. Everyone scattered and all of us were separated. And all of this has been because of you."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tumnus, I didn't mean for us to leave. I thought-"

"You thought that you could come back. But when you did, you came here. You were too late." His lips trembled once he paused, maintaining his calm voice.

"I've been blaming myself ever since, Mr. Tumnus," she revealed something that she never let anyone know about, not even herself. "It was my fault that all of you are dead-you, Mr. and Mrs. Beaver, Oreius...everyone. But I didn't know all of that would happen! I didn't know that-"

"What? That rubbles were rained on Castle Cair only a few weeks after you disappeared? I might have been the one to inform you about the sighting of the White Stag, but if I knew the future that I had awaiting me, I would have never encouraged you for the hunt."

"I'm sorry," she repeated and took a deep breath.

"We can be friends once again, Lucy," he said, each word calmer than the last. The words slowed down in each sentence he spoke.

"How?" She whispered.

He put his hand forward like she had when they first met each other. "Take my hand and shake it just like you taught me. And we can be together, forever."

"That is not possible."

"It will be, all you have to do is take my hand."

Peter woke up to a face full of snow. It was freezing. "What happened?" He got up to see that he was right outside the How. He noticed in the ice's reflection that he was younger, not that much younger but wearing clothes from his second visit to Narnia. "That's strange. I don't recall putting this on, or being here for that matter. And why is it snowing?"

He walked in to find Narnians, dead Narnians; all bloodied and beaten, scattered throughout the How. His face was filled with shock. He tried to avoid stepping on the brittled bones of Narnians, holding his breath with every step he took. He needed to find somebody, anybody.

And his wish came true, he found somebody.

It was Caspian, lying dead on the ground, a pool of dark blood surrounding him. Peter traced the trail of blood from his heart, where there was an arrow impaled through his chest. "Caspian." That was all he could say. He was silent otherwise, silenced by the pain.

He heard whimpering in the corner. "Someone's alive." He thought as he rushed over to the sound. When he appeared in their sight, she jumped, frightened. It was Susan. As he looked relieved to see her alive, she looked the opposite, almost as if she wanted him dead. "Susan, what happened? Where are Lucy and Edmund?"

"Don't act like you don't know!" Peter was shocked at her reaction. He was about to say something as she continued. "You did this," she said, holding back her tears, shouting with fury. "You let them die!"

Peter's knees sank to the ground, horrified by what he just heard. She didn't seem to care about his reaction as she kept going. "You had to let your pride take over! You refused to live with the fact that you weren't king anymore! You took her hand," she shuddered. "The White Witch took care of the Telmarines all right, but then she took care of us. She wanted revenge; cold, hard revenge and she got it. She tortured and killed every single one of them. She killed Edmund, stabbing him in the same place as the Battle of Beruna. She killed poor Lucy horribly, using her as target practice. And it's only a matter of time before she finds me and kills me too. I assumed you were dead," she scoffed. "But I guess not. Too bad, since you being dead would have been the only good thing out of this whole mess."

Peter broke down, pain filled his body from head to toe. It was because of him that his siblings were dead, and his country was ripped to shreds. Because of his stupid pride. "Maybe she's right. She would be better off if I was dead…"

"Don't," Susan stopped Edmund as he held the pail firmly.

"Please?" He begged. " may never get this golden opportunity again."

"Like you said, we don't know what will happen to them."

"Fine," he groaned. "Chicken," he whispered under his breath.

"I heard that."

"Oh alright!" He reluctantly put the pail down.

A few minutes passed in silence between the two of them. "If you want, I can ask Caspian for suggestions. I'll check on the others as well," she suggested, making Edmund smirk. "What?" She asked him.

"Nothing. It's just that, 'True love shouldn't be let go of once got a hold of,'" he said in a Spanish accent.

"And where did you read that, brother?" she asked as she shoved him playfully, lightening up the atmosphere of the room.

"One of the poems from the old Narnia books," Susan shoved him again. "Well, it is true."

"I wish we could do something about this," she gestured to the mist surrounding Lucy.

"Camus must have done something. This has his bloody actions written all over it," Edmund theorized.

"Were you able to come up with something, oh Just one?"

He smiled. "Well, all I can think about is striking back harder than he has. Wait," He breathed out. "Susan, do you remember what Mum used to do when I had nightmares before Narnia?"

"She taught us a song for us to sing when we ever felt lonely," she recalled. "Do you think that it will help Peter and Lucy?"

"Isn't it worth a try?"

"I'll sing to Peter. Will you…?"

"I will," he nodded. "Let's pray that this works."

Susan touched his shoulders. "Good luck." She pursed her lips before walking towards the deck where Peter lay waiting for help.

Edmund couldn't shake off the feeling that Lucy would never wake. He had forced that feeling down, denying it over and over. Lucy would be fine, she has to be fine.

"Lucy." He held onto her hand. "I'm going to hum something I haven't hummed a long while." He took a deep breath, letting the air fill his lungs before he started to hum the tune that Helen had taught him. "It will always help you, no matter what." Helen had told him against the sounds of the German air raids.

It had worked like a miracle. Lucy opened her eyes and was teary-eyed. She smiled through the pain of her nightmare. "Lucy!"

"You have a nice hum, Ed." She told him, trying not to show her pain.

They ran into Susan's room to see her doing the same to Peter. "It's working!'" She shouted in excitement as Peter started to stir as well.

Edmund looked over and saw the glorious pail of water still sitting there, mocking him. He decided to take full advantage of this moment, He slowly picked up the bucket, aimed, and threw the water all over Peter, soaking him from head to toe.

Peter sat straight up gasping for air as the water almost choked him.

"Edmund!" Lucy shouted.

"Edmund," Peter growled in a deep voice.

"I thought you were dead," he replied slowly, backing away. Peter locked eyes with him, now clearly angry, "Oh you weren't...well then you, my brother, are a very heavy sleeper."

Edmund then proceeded to run out of the room, Peter chasing behind him "Edmund! You will pay for this!"

Susan and Lucy laughed as they hugged each other. "Boys." Susan shook her head.

Then, they heard a very high pitched scream from the main deck. They rushed over to see what had happened. They ran up to see Caspian, Peter, and Edmund on the ground like dominoes. They could help but laugh as the boys stood themselves up.

"Caspian you scream like a girl," Edmund pointed out.

"No, I don't! That was a manly scream," Caspian defended.

"Sure," Lucy rolled her eyes. "In that case, Susan has manlier screams than you."

"I agree Lucy," Susan smiled.

"You just can't handle my scream," Caspian told them as he whipped his hair back.

They all couldn't hold themselves back anymore and laughed together. Lucy was happy they were starting to get back to normal, but she couldn't shake that Camus was still out there...

"Surgit mokale dona non dormiunt veritas infirmitatem pravarthanam" The voice of the angry Camus whispered back in the cave where he met his once mentor.

"Who dares to wake me up with the ancient spell of summoning?"