"What do you mean?" asked Rebecca, taken aback by what she had heard. Peter held her like there was no tomorrow before explaining himself.

"I mean we have a window of opportunity for attack tomorrow, and we're going to take it. If we don't, we may not have another chance. We have gotten wind of news that the other army is preparing, and if we don't attack them tomorrow, they very well may be stronger then us." Peter waited a long time to speak. Rebecca waited even longer, letting the thoughts sink in.

"You do realize that this means, if my dream is correct, that you have a very good possibility of dying tomorrow?" Rebecca could not think of anything else. She wanted to show her support for him, but she couldn't, the vision of Peter dying kept running through her mind.

"I know. As much as I want to be thinking about everything else, the only thing that I can think of is how tomorrow is probably the end, and tonight is my last night with my family." Peter tried to look like this didn't effect him, but it clearly did. One single tear rolled down his face and on to the top of Rebecca's hair. Neither of them knew what to say. Rebecca was in to much shock to say anything. She was just now realizing that what people always said, it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all may not be entirely true. She knew that it would be harder to let go of Peter now than it would have been to never have loved him. Even if they had just stayed friends it wouldn't have been as hard. It took every ounce of self control in her body to keep her from bursting in to tears and beg him not to go. Instead, she cried as softly as she could, so as to worry Peter as little as possible.

"You know, you are so brave and kind. You have saved my life in so many ways, all I want to do is have the opportunity to repay you, but it looks like I'll never have that chance, so thank you, thank you for your kindness, and for your help." Rebecca wanted to look at Peter, but she couldn't, it was just too hard.

"There is no reason for you to be thanking me. Look at me; we still have some time left. Let's make the most of it, and not tell anyone else what we know. It we are careful, maybe, just maybe this can be avoided." Peter tilted Rebecca's chin so that she could see his face.

"I hope that that we can save you, but maybe that's not a possibility." Trying to think of the best, but simply saying the worst, she didn't know why, but something in her gut told her it was all over.

"I know how slim our chances are, and I'm willing to accept what's in store for us. Are you?" asked Peter.

"I will try my best to accept everything, but it's going to be hard." Rebecca wanted to make Peter enjoy what may be his last day alive, and may be the beginning of a new Narnia.

"Thank you. Now, where have you been?"

"Oh, I was with Susan, she was teaching me how to use a bow and arrow. I guess the lesson couldn't have come at a better time. She told me that she has noticed a change in you; she says that she can tell that you are in love. I was advised to tell you that how I feel about you to protect YOU from a broken heart." Rebecca decided that it was best to tell Peter what Susan had said to her. He gave the only response that could have lightened her spirits, he laughed. Before she knew what she was doing, she started laughing with him. They were laughing together so long that they had both forgotten what was funny before they stopped laughing. "Why is that so funny?" asked Rebecca, remembering what she had said that made Peter laugh.

"I just think it's funny that Susan could tell, and after I thought no one could. Also, that she would tell you what to do in order to protect me from a broken heart."

"Well, I wish that I could save you from the other things that could harm, all I want is to keep you safe, but I don't know how to." Rebecca was re-gaining the feeling of insecurity and worry that had consumer her before.

"Rebecca, you don't have to, you have saved me already. You have saved me from dying without ever loving." Peter knew what he was saying was corny, but it was the only thing that he could think of to say that fit the way he was feeling.

"That's not enough, now this is going to sound very selfish, and it is, but I need you! I really love you, and I don't know what life will be without you now that I've known you." Rebecca began crying all over again, and she tightened her arms around Peter, never wanting to let go. He held her close to him, and just let her cry, he waned to cry also, but for some reason, he couldn't. "I wish that I'd never come here, that I'd never gotten wrapped up in this war, in these feelings. I wish that I could have just stayed with my family of the moment instead of coming here, falling in love, and then going through this pain. I don't even know if you really are going to die, but I feel like you're dead already."

"If it were you that were going to die, I know that I would be tearing myself up inside, wondering where I'd gone wrong to deserve the loss of someone I love so much. Please, just try to act like you don't know anything. If I die tomorrow, just forget that any of this ever happened, and if I live, just live each day as though it's the last one; just try this, for me." Rebecca heard Peter's words, and suddenly wished that it was her that was going to die.

"Ok," was the only answer Rebecca could provide. Before any more words could come to her mind, she kissed Peter fiercely, and he returned her kiss with more passion than either of them could ever imagine. They were both so lost in each other that neither heard the knock on the door, and neither noticed immediately when Edmund entered.

"PETER!" shouted Edmund, and Rebecca and Peter broke instantly apart. "I was knocking on the door for a few minutes, and you didn't say anything, so I thought I'd come in. It looks like this may be a bad time, I'll come back in a few minutes, be prepared." Edmund turned and walked out the door, leaving both Rebecca and Peter shocked.

"How many times are we going to get walked in on by my siblings, do you think?" asked Peter. Rebecca laughed and shook her hear.

"That's two down, one to go," she joked, suddenly in a much better mood than she had been earlier. "What do you think we should tell him?"

"Well, I think it's pretty self explanatory, he saw us, unlike Lu. With him, we just say the truth, and tell him to keep his mouth shut." Rebecca nodded in agreement.

"I'm coming back in now!" called Edmund, "Whether you like it or not!" Edmund entered, and looked at Peter as though to say, ok, time to explain yourself.

"So, what's going on?" asked Peter, wondering what it was Ed actually wanted from him.

"Oh, I was just coming to tell you that everything is basically set up for the battle tomorrow, in which I will be fighting." Edmund sounded as though before this, he had not made up his mind on whether to fight or not.

"Ah, I see, well, that's your choice," said Peter.

"Just as it is mine, you know I'm fighting too," said Rebecca.

"She's fighting? Since when?" asked Ed, slightly shocked.

"I just wanted to, I have nothing back home to worry about living for, but there is so much here, that I think it is the right thing to do, just like you," responded Rebecca.

"Alright, well, now that we've clarified that, what is going on between you two?" asked Edmund. Peter and Rebecca exchanged a quick look, and Peter began to explain to Edmund.

"Ed, Rebecca and I really like each other, and what you saw was nothing other then kissing."

"Does Susan know about this?" asked Edmund, laughing at his brother.

"Not entirely, but Lucy does, that's really all there is to it, except that if you tell someone, we'll have to kill you." Peter joked with Ed, and Ed nodded his head in agreement, still not able to believe that Peter was this close to a girl.

"Alright, well, that's all I needed, so I'll see both of you at dinner, and I promise, I won't tell anyone!" Edmund left, Peter and Rebecca laughed as he exited.

"Well, now that that's over," Peter leaned over, and kissed Rebecca.