"NO!" I screamed. I woke up in sweats, my covers and sheets twisted, trapping me in my bed.

I squirmed and rang the blankets off of me. I went into the washroom, splashing cool water into my face. I tried to remember my dream. I knew something wasn't right. I had to prevent something bad from happening. I knew it was my fault. I was the one messing up, causing the end and… blank. I couldn't remember. I knew there was more to it, that what I knew was probably only a feeble image of the real message my dream was transmitting.

With the droplets of water dripping from my face, so did the last traces of my dream.

Someone knocked on my door.

I dried my face, brought my hair into a quick, messy braid. I was wearing a T-shirt and some sweat-pants. If it was Lucy, she would laugh, if it was Susan, she would be crossed I wasn't using my gown, if it was Edmund, well, it wouldn't matter. And Peter never came and woke me up.

I opened the door, only having a figure zoom through the door. It fell, tripping on its feet.

"Edmund?"

"Grmphshna."

"Are you OK? What was that for?"

Edmund sat up massaging his jaw.

"Mmmmm fine. I heard you scream, so I came to see if you're OK. I knocked so if it you just hit your toe or something, you wouldn't be crossed I had just barged in. If you were really in danger, I would count to 5 and if no one answered I would barge in. You opened the door exactly when I was going to ram into it."

I helped him back up. His jaw had hit the foot of my bed, and a bruise was slowly forming. I rubbed it gently.

"Are you OK? You seemed a bit dazed. Why did you scream?" he asked.

I dropped my hand and hugged him tightly. Clearly surprised, it took him a few seconds to return the hug.

"I just woke up from a nightmare." A nightmare that had repeated over and over, warning me of a danger, which I was pretty sure had something to do with reality. I didn't tell him everything, and he knew it, and I knew that he knew, and he knew that I knew that he knew it.

He smiled, a little sadly, and kissed me softly before whispering to my ear.

"I have to go. Meeting with the council."

"MmmK. Put something cold on your jaw." I said stroking softly is strong jaw line, where the bruise had finally formed into a plum-colored circle.

I kissed him lightly.

Then he left.

XxX

I woke up with a start. Someone had yelled. I heard Edmund tumble rush to Thalia's room, and then talking: not loud enough to understand, but you could still hear the ups and downs of their tones.

I slowly pulled myself out from bed. I stretched and slumped back down in my curved position. I stood up, walked up to my mirror and stared at my reflection: big brown eyes speckled with green stood out a lot on my pale and lightly tanned skin. I had thin lips, a delicate nose, long, dark hair which came to my waist. I brushed my hair quickly and pulled the hair which fell closest to my face back and clipped it back.

I mechanically put the dress Susan had set out for me, as if in a dream. I hadn't thought deeply about what was happening to me. I didn't know what to think, so I simply didn't.

The dress was vivid red, with long drooping sleeves. The collar started early on my shoulder and didn't go too low. The skirts were slightly bell-shaped, but moved to my every step. The dress was simple but elegant, with nice discreet lace designs on my collar and sleeves.

I walked down the hall and crossed Edmund, who was heading the other way.

I stopped him.

"Um… which way is the dining room?" I asked shyly.

He smiled. "This way. I'm heading in that direction. Come with me."

Though Edmund was probably around 2* years younger than me, he was still slightly taller. His dark eyes, black hair and pale skin gave him a mysterious and dark look. But if Edmund was Night, than Peter was Day, with his blond hair and bright blue eyes**.

I thanked Edmund as he left. As I walked towards the doors of the dining room, I heard whispering.

"Impossible!"

"Well, Lucy, all evidence points to that specific person."

"He's not a traitor!"

"I'm afraid so."

Silence.

"But he was so kind… He's Thalia's brother!"

"I know it's hard to accept, but Jason is the traitor."

...

*Here are the ages I've found on Wikipedia: Peter is 3 years older than Edmund. I decided to make Anya a year younger than Peter, so she's 2 years older than Edmund. I think I'm mixing Movie and book for this fanfiction. Otherwise, a lot of things contradict each other: In the book, when Peter is only 13 when he first comes to Narnia, when that is obviously not the case in the Movies.

**I've decided to use the appearances of the characters the ones in the Movies because in the book, all four Pevensies have black hair and dark eyes…

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