HAPPY NEW YEAR!

No.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Just….

No.

I refuse. I refuse to accept it. He's not dead. He's not. He's…just …no.

I walk, as if entranced, towards Edmund. My Edmund. Poor, poor, Edmund. He was such an idiot. Jumping in front to get the blow. Such a fool. He died saving Narnia… no. He isn't dead. He has saved Narnia, but he is still alive. He's just lying down. Any second now, he'll sit up with that smug smile expecting me to run into his arms and embrace him. And I will. I will embrace him, hug him, and call him my hero, and tell him I love him numerous times, to make for all the times he has loved me and I have never thanked him. For all the times I was indifferent to his need of my affection. Of all the times I should have been more open with him. For all the times we spent together and apart, thinking of each other.

No no no.

I fell to my knees right next to him. His shirt was bright red, but no sign of the dagger. I couldn't look at his wound. It was much to horrible.

I stared at his blank face.

He was dead.

Gone.

Forever trying to redeem himself. He had never understood. He was forever stuck in between not a traitor, but still owing to Narnia a way to redeem himself. He had almost caused the end of it all, and he wasn't able to take. He was forever ashamed and haunted with guilt, never really happy.

He had just laid that same curse onto my brother.

Jason would forever be sorrowful and would never overcome the shame of his actions.

But he was safe. And alive. And he would be able to find a way to redeem himself, or something close enough to it. He would be able to move on and accept the consequence of his act, and any punishment which were thrown at him.

Unlike Edmund.

Edmund had never gotten over his acts and was always shadowed with culpability and regret. It wasn't that people hadn't forgived him. He couldn't forgive himself. No matter how many people or how many times people told him he was forgiven, he hadn't been able to do it for himself. There was always a shadow in his eyes.

And yet he had been able to bring happiness to so many. He and his siblings were so close, and he had always cared for all them dearly, and brought so much love to all of them. He had helped me. He had saved Narnia and put his life in many perils for it. What more could he ask himself for?

His siblings.

Oh no.

They were going to hate me. And Jason.

They would chuck us into a prison.

They would be overwhelmed with sadness.

Lucy would never, ever be able to be as happy and careless.

Peter would spent numerous nights silently weeping with no brother to talk to and understand him. He would blame himself for Edmund's death.

Susan would never forgive us.

None of them would.

"Thalia…." I snapped my head sideways.

Jason was crying.

"I'm so…sorry." He said, gulping for air.

I cradled him in my arms and cried.

And cried, and cried, and cried.

"Jason…" A deep voice called behind us.

Aslan. (A/N: I bet you expected it)

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I walked towards the portal.

"Goodbye, Lucy, Susan, Peter. I Will miss you all. Thank you. For everything." M'y throat sas tight. This was our second or third goodbyes.

I thouĝt of all of the times they had made me laugh, had included me in there family, loving me as if we were same blood. They were my other family, and it tore my heart that I would never be able to return.

I turned to look at Edmund.

I hugged him tightly.

I whispered into his ear.

"I love you. Thank you, for saving me, and my brother. I wish I could save you from all the guilt you have. But you can only forgive yourself, we all have. Do we really have choice? You've saved all of Narnia more times than you can possibly think, more than I know, because all of your acts from the day you were forgiven by Aslan all your acts have been nothing but loyal and for the good of your country. You've always pushed yourself to the limit to do the best for your family. Imagine all the possibilities of horror that could have accrued if you weren't as a good king that you force yourself to be. Just keep that mind. And that I'll never forget you and I will always love you."

I kissed him lightly and walked through the portal.

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Explanation

The White Witch did not resurrect. To resurrect, she had to kill the person who'd brought the knife. Why? Betrayal is the essence of hatred, war and discord. Since the Witch is born of hatred, to resurrect, she had to do an act of betrayal.

When Edmund jumped in front of the blow, he was sacrificing his life out of love for Thalia and as brotherly love for Jason, even if they did not know each other very well. This destroyed any betrayal the Witch wanted to commit.

Aslan then arrived and brought Edmund back, with the same magic that brought him back. Edmund had sacrificed himself even if he had done no nothing wrong nor deserved it.

Aslan talked to Jason much as he had with Edmund and forgived him. The reason why there was war every time Talia came, it was sin. Narnia was a place of pure love. When a sinful creature walks into Narnia, it creates mayhem, therefore Aslan was forced to send Talia back to earth, never to return.

There was a loophole, though.

See, when someone dies, and they've done good in the world, or is pure in every way (values, goals, habits), they go to Narnia. If they wanted, Talia and Jason could have returned without causing war, because they were now pure and understood love. Of course, Jason and Thalia were not evil, but they were not pure enough to enter Narnia, nor had they completed their mission on earth. When Thalia first entered Narnia, she was cold and indifferent. When Jason came, he was unwilling to start a new life, and kept distance with everyone, blocking any love. He was ready at anything to return to earth, even if those ways were wrong. He had seen that he had been blinded and that his ways were moot right. They had changed and became better people.

They would have a first class ticket when they arrived in Narnia after their life on earth, and everything would be the same when they would return.

Edmund wasn't aloud to tell, but he gave Thalia a hint.

"We will be reunited by your pure heart".

Thalia hadn't understood at the time, but she was going to.

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A/N: Merry late Christmas (and an feast day for any other religion during this season) and Happy New Year!

I'm aware that this story has a lot of holes and confusing, so if something is bothering/confusing you, I'll be glad to answer your questions in a final document for this story.

Thanks for reading!