A/N ok. I guess I'm back. The common vote wanted the story, so here it is. Sorry for any inconveniences, and hope that you enjoy the rest.

Your very apologetic author in training,

havah

Over the next few days, Peter's wounds healed, and in three days time, he was fine. For all three days, he had been trying to figure out what to do about Rebecca. Susan had been having a bit of trouble finding the Dryad that knew about the spell that the Witch may have preformed. While Susan had been hunting, Peter was trying to figure out three things. The first was who would the Witch have put herself into, could she be extracted without killing the people she had entered, and why would she have put herself into Rebecca, whom she eventually would have killed. During these three days, Peter refused to have any visitors, except for Susan, so that he could use this time to think.

Once he was finally feeling better, Peter left his room, and headed down to the kitchen to get something to eat, he took an apple, sat down on a stool and thought. A few minutes later, Edmund walked in. "Peter, you're up, how are feeling?" he asked, both concerned and happy.

"Oh, I'm ok, I've seen better days, but I've also seen worse. How's everybody been?"

"Lucy has been wanting to see you, but other then that everybody else has been working on that thing Susan mentioned," Edmund said this while looking around to make sure that no one who didn't already no was in the vicinity. "Susan giving her Dryad hunt one last try right now, but other then that I'm sure she'd love to know that you're up and running."

"Has anyone else said anything?" asked Peter, knowing exactly who he was asking about, but not how to say it without sounding like he was too interested.

"Oh, you mean Rebecca!" Edmund said, and Peter's cover was blown. "She's been wondering if you're alright, but mainly she's been sitting around reading, or walking around the grounds," answered Edmund. "It's harder then you'd think trying to figure out her past without her knowing."

"Well, I suppose that it would be,' said Peter, those his thoughts were not on what he was saying. He was thinking about how he wanted o free Rebecca from the Witch entirely, he wanted to be the King he was supposed to be, and rehabilitate the Narnia that all loved.

"Peter, are you there? You seem lost, maybe you should go back to bed," suggested Edmund, trying to get his brother's attention.

"No, I'm fine, I was just thinking about…" but Edmund didn't let Peter finish his sentence.

"About Rebecca," finished Edmund, in a mocking tone. "You like her, don't you?" he asked.

"Well, I was actually thinking about how I could be a better king to Narnia, and no, I don't like Rebecca as anything more then a subject who, at the moment, needs special attention. Once we find the others with the witch, I will have just as much focus on them." Peter gave the answer that sounded most reasonable, and responsible, and above all, true, to Edmund.

"How can you be so sure that the witch actually is in her, and others?" asked Edmund.

"The way Rebecca scares you," answered Peter, bringing up something that Edmund was hoping to hide.

"I'm not afraid of Rebecca!" Edmund defended himself against Peter's accusation. "I'm just not sure about her, that's all!"

"Well, being your brother for so long is telling me otherwise, you look very nervous, and at dinner, you seemed a bit jumpy, like maybe there was something about her that you didn't like. If you can, I need you to tell me what about her makes you think of the witch, it may be all we have to go off of." Peter was sorry for being accusatory, but he knew it was necessary, for Narnia.

"I dunno, there was no one thing, she just reminded of her, just an aura, nothing more," said Edmund, after thinking for a moment. "I'm not afraid though, I'm a king, and I'm not scared of some girl. You never are afraid, and I'm not anymore either," Edmund defended himself as much as he could.

"Well, I'm afraid now, and I believe we have much to fear. We have only won a battle, but I believe that the war for Narnia is just beginning."