Peter got up and took his sword out of Maugrim's body and washed his blood off in the creek. He walked over to Aslan.

"Now . . . kneel."

Peter stuck the sword in the ground and kneeled behind it. Aslan put his paw on his left shoulder.

"Rise, Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane, Knight of Narnia." Aslan said smiling.

Peter looked at me and smiled in shock. I smiled in return. Aslan smiled and walked towards his tent. Peter put away his sword. I quickly looked at Lucy, who just innocently smiled at me. I looked at my arm and saw how deep the gash was. It was dangerously deep. There was blood running down my arm and a puddle was forming in the grass. Lucy saw my arm and gasped. Peter walked over to me.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"I-I'm fine . . ." Trying to hide my arm from him.

With having the gift of healing, comes a curse as well. I can cure anything I want, whether it is a plant or Lucy, but I can't cure myself.

"Are you sure? You're kind of pale."

"She's hurt." Lucy said.

"Where?" Peter asked.

"No where." I said.

Lucy pulled my arm out from behind me.

"Rachel! You should have told me!" Peter exclaimed as he held my bleeding arm.

"It's nothing." I said firmly.

"Are you sure?" He said looking deep into my eyes.

"Yes." I said quietly.

Every time he looked into my eyes like that . . . I got goose-bumps. My heart tends to pound faster and the hair on my neck rises.

"Well come on. Let's go to our camp." He said as he gave me back my arm.

"Ok." Lucy said.

We walked passed the tree and passed my tent. Lucy went into hers and Susan's. Peter went inside his, but then he quickly came back out.

"Do you want to come in?" he asked me.

"Sure."

I walked in and saw two hammocks on both sides of the tent. Everything in his tent was neatly arranged and clean. Peter jumped into his hammock.

"Go ahead . . . Ed' not here yet." Peter said pointing to the hammock behind me.

I quietly laid down in it. Peter then began to talk about random things.

"Do you think they've found Ed?" He asked.

"Yes . . . ."

"I was just wondering . . . what did your life use to be like at home?"

"Well . . . my dad died when I was 13. I used to go to school until a kid found out I was a Witch, he began to beat me up, until I got my defense power. You know the one you saw when we first met Mr. Beaver?

"Oh yeah . . . that was when you eyes turned black . . . right?"

"Yeah . . . that's the one. So . . . . what else do you want to know?"

"Hmmm . . . . . what's your favorite type of flower?"

"That's really random . . ."

"Yeah I know . . . I'm just bored. I'm sorry."

"No, no! it's fine I don't mind. Mine would probably be any kind of rose . . . ."

"What about your favorite type of candy?"

"Um . . . . It's a tie between Turkish delight and Peanut Brittle."

"Oooh . . . Turkish Delight . . ."

"So what about you? What was your life like in the real world?"

"Lived in Finchley, My father is fighting in the war. I go to a Private School. Edmund and I have not been getting along with each other ever since dad left. My mother has been depressed . . . . Well you know how that goes . . ."

"Yeah, depression . . . great fun. So . . . what is your favorite color?"

"Um . . . . dark blue . . . . even green. What about yours?"

"I like any type of dark color . . . I cannot stand pink though . ."

"Yeah . . . ."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen. What about you?"

"Seventeen. What did you plan on doing after school?"

"Well, I wanted to be a soldier and fight in the war . . . . ."

"Looks like you're going to get to do that anyway." I said smiling.

"How long have we been asking questions?"

"I don't know maybe thirty minutes?" I said.

"Come on . . . maybe Ed is here."

We both got up from the hammocks and went outside. As we came out of the tent Oreius walked by. He saw us, the he nodded to the right. We looked up and hill and saw Aslan talking with Ed. Soon Lucy and Susan came out of their tent. I began to walk towards them, but Peter quickly grabbed my wrist.

"Wait." He said quietly.

"Edmund!" Lucy said excitedly.

Ed and Aslan turned and looked at us. Ed began to walk down the hill with Aslan behind him. He stopped in front of us, but quickly looked at his feet. Aslan came up behind him.

"What is done is done. There is no need to speak with Edmund about what has past." And with that he walked away.

Ed looked up at us, he looked horrible and tired.

"Hullo." He said quietly.