Thank you to everyone for the great reviews! Yes, I know that last chapter was strange, but it's meant to be. ; D


After Edmund finished explaining his dream, Peter was not sure what to say. He knew that the White Witch still haunted his brother, mostly through his nightmares.

"The dream must have been very real to you, Ed." Peter tried to soothe his brother. "But that's just it, it's only a dream, the Witch can't hurt you, or anyone for that matter, anymore."

"But what if it wasn't a dream, Peter? What if was something like that is happening in Narnia?"

"I really hate to bring this up… but how would we even get there, if we could? Aslan told you and Lucy that you couldn't come back to Narnia anymore. And he told Susan and me the same thing a year ago." Peter felt horrible saying this. He felt like he was kicking his brother when Edmund was already down.

Letting out a sigh, Edmund said nothing. Peter wasn't sure if his brother had forgotten that. Or had he chosen not to remember it?

Hoping to help, he said, "The green lady in your dream, if it was real, couldn't have the White Witch. Maybe it was someone like the Witch-" Peter started, but Edmund interrupted him.

"No, it wasn't someone like her, it was really Her!" Edmund's voice rose a notch to state his point. His face was set with determination. He would argue the fact if he needed to.

"But Aslan killed the Witch - I saw him do it with my own eyes," Peter said, keeping his voice calm. He knew that it wasn't only the dream that had made Edmund upset. But still the dream was not worth getting into a fight over. Peter really understood that Edmund believed in what he saw. After all, it was his dream, but it was just that - only a dream. And even if it was real, how could the White Witch come back to life?

Edmund answered the question Peter didn't ask, replying with a quieter voice, "That may be. Don't forget about what happened with Caspian. That Dwarf, Nikabrik, I think his name was, and his companions. Do you think maybe someone did bring the Witch back to life? Or what if she never really died? Didn't the hag say something like that?"

"Ed," Peter said, but paused. He really didn't know how to answer these questions. His thoughts took him back to the time when Edmund, Trumpkin the Dwarf, and he had over heard the words of Nikabrik and his companions' plans to bring the White Witch back from the dead. Peter had mostly forgotten what he had felt about that… all he could remember was glancing at Edmund during that time. Edmund had become so pale, Peter had to wonder if his younger brother had nearly become sick. He hadn't seen Edmund that pale since…

"And you are right, we can't go to Narnia at all. To help if we need to." Edmund said breaking into Peter's thoughts. Peter felt even worse hearing that. A moment ago Edmund had been upset, which Peter felt was partly due to the fact that his younger brother couldn't get into Narnia. But now he seemed quite resigned to accept Aslan's words.

"What is this nonsense you are talking about, Edmund?"

The two brothers looked sharply toward the doorway. There stood Susan in her nightgown. As soon as Peter and Edmund saw her, she came into their room.

"Nonsense?" Edmund looked at his older sister in disbelief. "Wishing to be in Narnia isn't nonsense!"

"What good is wishing about something that won't even happen?" Susan retorted back at him.

His cheeks were now burning, his temper flared up. Edmund glared at Susan. Peter could see that his brother was trying not to say anything in his anger.

"It is lovely to wish and dream about things that aren't in the real world. But not to the point of going to war." Susan directed this statement at Peter, who became rigid at her words.

Brown eyes sought blue ones. "Peter," Edmund asked, "what is Su talking about?"

Peter didn't want to tell him. He really didn't. He knew that Edmund would worry. Or worse, would his brother try to talk him out of it?

"Susan, what are you still doing up?" their father asked as he came to the doorway.

"I was coming to say good night when I saw Peter and Edmund talking." Luckily Susan kept it at that and said no more.

"All right." Their father directed his next statement to his sons. "Lights out soon."

"Sure. Good night, Dad, Susan," Peter said as he got up to get his nightclothes. Edmund echoed his brother's words. Their father and sister headed off to bed.

A few moments later, when Peter came back into the room, the table lamp was still on. Edmund was lying down, but he wasn't making any effort to try to get back to sleep.

"Are you going to be able to go back to sleep?"

Edmund completely ignored his older brother's question. He asked one of his own instead. "What was Susan talking about?"

"It's not important. I'll talk to you about some other time." With that said, Peter turned out the lamp. The room was enveloped in darkness, except for the dim light from the night sky that shined trough the windows.

At least Ed isn't thinking about that green lady or the Witch anymore. If only because he is too curious about what is going on with me, Peter thought as he got into bed.

Peter was just settling into bed, when he heard Edmund get up and move to his bed and sit at the foot of it. "Ed, go to bed, you are able to sleep again, aren't you?"

Ignoring his brother's question once again, Edmund said stubbornly, but quietly, "Not until you tell me what is going on." His voice held no room for argument.

Letting out a weary breath, all Peter said, "You will not like what I have to say."

"I still would like to hear it. You can't play the role of the big brother all the time, you know. If I can help you, I will," Edmund said seriously. He added as an afterthought, "And I don't want to have you think I have to be an adult to do it."

Peter smiled at that. It was true that he rarely laid his burdens on his brother's shoulders. It wasn't so much that he didn't think Edmund couldn't handle them, or give good advice if needed. No, it was the simple fact that Peter didn't want to burden or worry his brother.

"I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do after I finish school. With the war still raging, I may enlist."

Peter's words were met with complete shocked silence.


I hadn't meant to put Susan very much into the story. I know she seems to be going anti-Narnia. I figured that she had to start somewhere. With the trip to America, I'm sure she had changed from that. Not to mention I'm sure she wanted to forget about Narnia because she couldn't go there anymore. I don't know if anyone has noticed this but, Susan has always wanted to take the safest and easiest way out of things, even in Narnia.

Thanks for reading. Please Review. Jenn