The royal doctor and a couple of nuns tended to Annabelle's recuperation. They estimated that she would recover in two weeks. She needed to build muscles and energy. She had to eat and learn how to function her body. Along those times, only Sompson had been visiting her to see progress in the chamber. Not a lot of people was allowed to visit, but of course a King like Edmund would have the pardon, but he thought it was better that he didn't visit her for the time being.

The twigs on ground gave way a crunch sound to his steps, but the talking animals didn't run away. They simply watched the ancient King Edmund stroll mindlessly in the woods, pondering to himself, trying to make sense of what it meant with the shadows and Annabelle. Would these events be a coincidence? Or does it had any correlation to everything? Of course he didn't want to make this about himself, but it was too good to be true on his part.

He found himself in a river. The shallow water streamed down relaxingly. The warm air consoled his skin. It would be nice to take a swim, but he didn't want to wet his trousers on a whim. He simply took off his boots, rolled up, and dipped his feet on the warm water as he sat on a large rock.

"Oh mighty Aslan..." he whispered in the quiet. "I do not understand, why does Sompson's daughter resemble someone I have met in my world? Why does it have to be this way?" He hoped Aslan would turn up and explain something. But the Great Lion did not show.

He pulled out his feet and the water streamed off easily. Perhaps the water spirit was nearby and he thanked it warmly. He put on his boots and headed back to Cair Paravel. Just in time that it was almost dawn, he joined the North Wall to do his job as defense commando.

Next morning after breakfast, Peter gathered The Kings and Queen to try the latest prototype of flashlight. After trials and errors from before, the simple looking flashlight was working. It was still far from Edmund's old flashlight quality once left behind, but it was decent. The body was made out of wood, again, feeling bad for the wood spirits and the trees. But it had to be done. The ready ones were only about 30 in quantity. Far less than they hoped, about seven were distributed to soldiers on the North, West, South, and East. Edmund got one and he was ready to experiment.

Going to dawn, they start burning chopped woods around Cair Paravel, the many creatures slept in the castle with lit torches, warm and snug. Edmund and some soldiers on the North Wall with their flashlights were ready. Until the sky darkened, the shadows arrive in the darkness to hunt.

"Aim at a ready," Edmund said. "Go."

Beam of light landed into the dark and creatures screeched. They could see what they looked like. Skinny, wolfish head, and flat. But then it hurriedly scurry into the dark. Those creatures did not like the light and constantly scurry away from the light's aim. Edmund was sure those creatures were like a phantom of nightmare. It glides. A shadow entity, yet solid. He had to try something to really see it as a whole, but he couldn't do so as it kept scurrying away from the light.

Dawn came around and finally, the creatures were gone, hiding somewhere. He could rest right after breakfast. His siblings and Caspian greeted warmly in the dining room. He settled on his seat, a servant helped pull his chair.

He got himself to make jammed toast.

"How are you at the gates?" Peter asked casually as he ate. "Did the flashlights help?"

"It did, they were scared of the lights. Very effective, Pete."

Lucy chimed, "What do they look like?"

"Skinny, dark... it glides like a ghost."

"That's it?" Caspian spoke.

"Yeah, that's it... but I can't be sure of the shape, I need to find a way to capture one somehow."

They talked for awhile about those matter, then Peter changed a subject. "I hear Annabelle can walk around now. I allow her to walk around the castle. Maybe you want to visit her, Edmund?" he teased.

Lucy and Caspian sniggered.

Whoop