In a little offended that I've only been getting about one review for my past couple chapters. For the end of this one, how about I give you an assignment?

Edmund smiled snarkily as he got caught the first sense of his ex-captain's shock. Immediately after entering the tent, Ziddim had become frozen stiff and he stood, shakily in stunned silence.

"Do you think it's all worth it now?" Peter asked the wolf, a smile clearly dancing in his voice.

Ziddim's eyes never faltered their shocked stare at Edmund. "He's... you're... I saw you run through the chest with a blade. You... you couldn't possibly have survived." The wolf finally barked out, his eyes regaining a small sense of their previous stoic hold.

Lucy's fingers clutched a little more tightly onto Edmund's arm. Of course, they hadn't told the girls about that whole situation; it would have to wait until later. Edmund could feel his sisters' confused stares on him, but he never bothered to acknowledge them; more important things held his present attention.

"After all the time we spent together, I had expected you to know me better than that." Edmund smirked.

Ziddim's ears lowered and he bared his teeth, growling deeply. "I knew I should have finished you off myself when I had the chance. It's a shame that those accursed Calormenes decided you better for the market; all of Narnia's problems would have been solved."

Edmund scoffed, and Peter looked like he was ready to have the wolf killed, on the spot. "Only after you killed half of them and threatened the rest. They are a people who know their mind; they would not readily bend to the will of a tyrant."

Ziddim chuckled. "They would learn."

Peter's hand tightened on the hilt of Rhindon; it was a nearly imperceptible action, but Edmund caught it and shot his brother a warning look. Peter's hand immediately dropped to his side, once more, allowing Edmund to continue his talk.

"You are only digging yourself a deeper hole." Edmund took a step closer, allowing Lucy to slip off of his arm. "You continue to give more and more incriminating statements before the most powerful people in Narnia. It's not looking good for you."

"I'm already a doomed soul. I committed high treason and I attempted to kill the King; it was never a question of if you were going to kill me, but when you were going to kill me."

"That's enough." Peter broke in. "I think we've all had it with you, by now. Allow me to escort you to where you'll be staying." Peter said in sarcastic hospitality.

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Home.

Finally the army would be headed home. It took nearly a whole day to pack up the gear and roll up the tents and put out the fires, but they were finally done and Lucy could not wait to be back home, again.

The battle had been devastating to the ranks, yes, but Lucy could hardly find herself able to care. She could hardly believe what had come upon them, what Aslan had gifted to her family. Nobody had thought such a thing possible; these happenings only came about in fairy tales - the kinds that were always Lucy's favorite stories.

Who could imagine that their long lost king and brother would one day be returned to them. Edmund was a little beaten and bruised, but he was alive.

When Lucy had asked her brother about the new scars and bruises he beheld, Edmund would just shrug and brush it off as something that was in the past, now. It was no doubt that it was all in the past, but Lucy knew that the past always affected the future. Edmund's scars cut deeper than the skin. It was clear to all of the Pevensies that it would be a long time before their brother was full again... if he ever became full again.

Lucy had often heard stories - even seen it herself a time or two - of soldiers come back from a long war away from home. Some soldiers could never get over the things they had been through, especially the ones who had been taken prisoner. Her siblings tried to keep her from hearing such tales, but there was no hiding those horrors. Lucy had heard tell of a soldier who had ended his own life after being driven mad from the hauntings of his life in captivity after being captured in battle. Two minotaur guards had been speaking of the matter, and Lucy had just happened to be passing by. She hadn't heard much, but she had heard enough to give her nightmares.

It broke Lucy's heart to know such a thing could happen. And, while Edmund had not been a prisoner of war, he'd been a prisoner of another kind. The experience could be no less traumatizing than the former. Lucy had seen a variety of her brother's new scars, but she was sure that there were many more he would not show. The mere look in Edmund's eye was a scar that Lucy knew he did not mean to reveal.

These painful memories would not be easy for Edmund to overcome, but he would not have to overcome them alone. Peter, Susan and Lucy herself would all be there with him. This struggle is not his own burden to carry. If his siblings couldn't be there to help him in his darkest moments, then what was he to them? Their brother had not been returned to them so he could suffer alone.

They were all in this together, and that's how it should be.

Sweet chapter.So, for your assignment I want you guys to review and tell me your favorite quote or moment in this story. It can be from any of my previous chapters.