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AN – Hey everyone, I'm back! This chapter is pretty short, but there wasn't really much to add because this is the last chapter for the movie The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. However, there is going to be a bonus chapter for the movie Prince Caspian. Hope you all like this chapter!

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Peter tossed and turned on the bed, trying to get comfortable so he could go to sleep, but he couldn't. He had no idea how he had been able to sleep on this mattress before. Compared to his bed in Narnia, if felt like he was sleeping on the ground in the woods with rocks and branches digging into his back. Actually, he had done that before many times in Narnia and that was also more comfortable than the bed. Even if he was able to get comfortable, he doubted he would be able to sleep though. His mind wouldn't stop racing. So much had happened in the last several hours.

Just this morning, he awoke as Peter the Magnificent, High King of Narnia. Now, he was going to sleep as Peter Pevensie, 13-year-old boy from London. How did this all happen? How could he age 15 years, become an adult, a ruler and come home as though he had only been gone a few minutes? It just didn't make any sense. And how could he go back to being a kid after being a man? Already he almost snapped at Mrs. Macready for getting mad at him and his siblings and treating them like the children they are instead of the respected rulers they used to be.

The sound of someone shifting in the bed only a few feet away had Peter opening his eyes and turning his head. Edmund, who he thought was asleep, was apparently awake and was getting out of bed. Peter didn't really think much of it, figuring that he was just going to the bathroom, but instead of going to the door, Edmund went to the mirror. He couldn't really see what he was doing or what he was looking at, but it almost looked like he was looking at his stomach or something.

"What are you doing Ed?" Peter asked, causing Edmund to jump in surprise before he turned to look at him.

"I thought you were asleep." Edmund said, not answering his older brother's question.

"No, I can't. Too much on my mind." Peter confessed, glancing away from Edmund's face.

"Me too." Edmund admitted, also looking away, focusing his sight on an old stain on the wooden floor.

Still wanting an answer, Peter pushed himself up into a sitting position, he repeated his question, "What are you doing?"

For a minute, Edmund didn't say anything. He turned around to face the mirror again, then mumbled, just barely loud enough for Peter to hear, "They're gone."

"What's gone?" Peter asked, now completely confused.

"My scars, all of them. They're all gone." Edmund revealed, his hand going over the spot where, for 15 years, the scar from the White Witch's wand had been. He hadn't noticed at first, didn't even think about it. But when he got dressed for bed, he noticed that a scar that was on his arm that he got from one of the many battles they fought against the Northern Giants was gone.

Peter stared at him for a few seconds, then pushed the collar of his shirt away and looked at his collarbone. He had gotten hit with an arrow by one of the few remaining dwarfs that were loyal to the White Witch only a year or so into their reign which left a scar. It wasn't there anymore. So not only did they arrive back in England the same minute they left, and went back to the same age, the evidence of the injuries they got, evidence the battles and wars they fought was also gone, as though they never happened.

"I guess that makes sense. They happened in Narnia, not here, so they wouldn't have happened to you." Peter surmised, thinking it over. When he turned his attention back to his brother, he saw that Edmund had walked over back to his bed and sat down.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, seeing the downcast expression on Edmund's face. Edmund however, stayed silent and kept his head lowered.

"Ed? Talk to me. What's wrong?" The blonde pushed for answers, growing worried at the raven-haired boy's silence.

Slowly and quietly, Edmund asked, "Do you think that, that I'll end up, going to back to how I was before we went to Narnia? That I'll become that person again?"

"What?" Peter exclaimed in complete shock. He then immediately got up and went over to sit beside him as he said, "No, no Edmund, no. Why would you think that?"

"Because, we're back here, as though no time had passed, as though nothing had changed. It's almost like we were never gone, like none of that had even happened." Edmund tried to explain as Peter put his hand on his back. When he heard that, Peter moved his arm to wrap it around Edmund's shoulders and pulled him close.

"That doesn't mean it never happened Edmund. It did. You are not the same person you used to be. You're not." Peter insisted.

Edmund wasn't so sure about that. He had changed so much in Narnia, for the better he hoped. But now that he was back in England, at the same age he was when they left, what was to stop him from turning into the person he was before Narnia? He was a terrible person back then. He bullied Lucy, fought with Peter and Susan, with almost everyone he could. If every sign that they had been gone, that they had been in Narnia, how could he be sure that he wouldn't start acting like that again? Already his memories of his time there were fading. What if he forgot everything, including everything that made him into the person he became while he was there? He didn't even have to the scars to remind him what happened.

"Can you, will you help me, make sure that I won't become like that again?" Edmund asked, sounding so small and scared, something that Peter hadn't heard in years.

Holding on to him tightly, Peter said, "I will, I promise."