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"Aslan?" Edmund blinked his eyes a couple times to clear the fog from his vision. When he could see clearly, he looked back to the corner of the room. Sure enough, a Large, Mighty Lion stood, watching with careful eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Aslan slowly approached the bed as Edmund threw the covers off his overly-warm body. "I come here almost every night, My Dear Edmund. You have nightmares often."

Edmund cast his eyes down to the intricately designed bed covers. "Every night, it seems. They won't stop."

The Great Lion sighed, blowing warm air in Edmund's direction, reminding him of how close Aslan was to him. It brought a sense of comfort to the young boy. "Tell me about it, Child. Things like this were never meant to be kept inside. It will only hurt you more."

Aslan sat down on the floor beside the bed, as Edmund moved to the edge of the bed, slinging his bare feet over the edge. "They're all so terrible. Each dream is a nightmare that I actually lived. And now, I have to relive them again. Every night I'm forced to watch the horrors that I encountered in Calormen. Every night I am hurt again, or have to watch someone else be hurt while I'm helpless to do anything for them. Do you know what that's like?"

Edmund met the Massive Lion's kind eyes, and was surprised to see a sense of understanding that was non-existent in the eyes of any other. "I understand it more than you know."

"The others don't." Edmund pulled his knees up the his chest and rested his chin on top of them. "They've never seen what I have, much less experienced it. I appreciate them trying to comfort and support me, but they have no idea what I'm going through. I almost feel like it separates us. It creates a sort of rift between us that they don't even see."

"And is that why you are so keen on having a coronation? You believe that it will bring you closer to your siblings?"

Edmund hesitated a moment. Was it? He wasn't even sure he could say so himself. "I... I-" He couldn't even find the words to speak. Though, if he could, what would he say?

"You say it as though you need it." The Great Lion said, tenderly. "You behave as though this coronation will change things."

Having nothing else to say - nothing else that would make sense to say, Edmund replied with, "Won't it?"

Edmund couldn't help but catch the sense of sadness that flickered momentarily in Aslan's eyes. Sadness, not disappointment. "You speak as though you think you are someone else - like you stopped being Edmund Pevensie. I thought we had cleared this up."

Edmund nodded slowly. "I am Edmund Pevensie. I know that now. But..." He gave a deep sigh, lowering his gaze, once more. "There was a time when I didn't believe it. I... stopped being Edmund Pevensie for a while. I lied to him and locked him away. When you finally helped me to set him free, he was hesitant to come out. I had to force him out of the cage that I forced him into. He'd grown so used to the dark that he thought it was his home. An- and now...-" Edmund bit his lip and swallowed the lump rising in his throat.

"And now you wonder whether he still misses his old 'home'. You wonder if he'll ever really let it go, or if Edmund Pevensie is truly lost." Aslan's voice was calm and relaxing. It drew Edmund out of his shell, prompting him to go on. But as tears stung his eyes, he found that he had no voice. All he could do was nod. Nobody had ever spoken with so much understanding before. Aslan knew what had happened - He knew what Edmund needed to hear. "You've been through a lot, My Son. With time, you will see yourself becoming more of who you were. What happened will remain with you for the rest of your life, but it will only conquer you if you let it."

Edmund let his legs dangle back to the floor. "I just... I don't know how to get over it. I've tried and I've tried, but I can't let myself get over it. I- I watched that family be torn apart while standing and minding my own business. Edmund wouldn't have done that. He would have never been able to stay away while someone else is suffering."

"That boy, Amias, survived because of you. He's living a happy life with his family because you weren't able to stay away while someone else was suffering." When Edmund only stared forward, gazing into nothingness, Aslan continued. "I'm not asking you to get over it; you never could on your own. I'm asking you to let me in. Let me help you get past this. Let me carry your load, because you aren't strong enough to do it on your own."

Edmund met the kind eyes of the Great Lion and smiled. "I can't ask you to carry something like this. You've already done so much."

"Then don't ask. Just let me take over." Edmund nodded and leaned back in bed, scooting himself to the center and pulling the covers back over his body. "Sleep now, Child. I will watch over you."

Edmund pulled his pillow up to his face and closed his eyes, Aslan's face being the last thing he saw before sinking into a deep sleep filled with pleasant dreams and the sweetest of memories.