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Authoresses Note: Only one more chapter after this! I may put it up today. Probably. Probably right after I put this up. I don't know. But I'm bored, and my parents won't let me go out in the snow yet. Acctually I'm waiting to coax my dad into a snow fight. I just wanna beam him once! We rarely get snow. Cans't though tell I'm excited?! :D Anywho.... please review!

Christopher The Lost

Chapter 14

"This is finished." Aslans words swept peace Peter hadn't known since he was 7 through him.

"PETER!" Susan and Lucy cried from behind him. He turned around and moved his sword as Lucy barreled right into him, throwing her arms around his middle. He pulled his free arm around her tightly, even though it stung like nothing else from where the witch had wounded him. He kissed the top of her head, thankful she was alive.

"Where's Chris?!" Susan asked. Peter didn't even think about the fact she didn't call him Edmund. He let Lucy go and looked towards where he had last seen Chris. His eyes immediately filled with tears. Susan let out a soft sob and took off, Peter and Lucy close behind.

"EDMUND!" Lucy cried when she saw him. But Susan saw something else. Ginarbrik was making his way towards him, axe raised to kill. Susan nocked an arrow, aimed, and let the arrow fly. It struck true and all three rushed towards Edmund. Susan pulled his helmet off, hoping to make it easier for him to breathe, and pulled his head into her lap. Peter was close at his side, clutching Edmunds hand. But Lucy had pulled out her cordial. She gave him a drop, trying to keep her shaking hands steady.

Each of them were horrified and grief-stricken when he stopped breathing. Tears streamed down Susan and Lucys cheeks, but Peter tried, very unsuccessfully to hold it together. One tear broke free and trailed down his cheek and that was all he needed to burst. He closed his eyes tight, trying to stop the flow, but it didn't work very well. He gasped in suprise when Edmund let out a raspy cough. His eyes widened in shock and hope. Edmund let out a final couch and his eyes opened, blinking a few times at the sudden sunlight. Peter caught him up in his arms, embracing him tightly, afraid to let him go. Edmund clutched Peter tightly, also afraid to let go.

When they finally let go Peter let out a watery laugh. "Why didn't you do as your told?"

"And let you have all the glory?" Edmund joked.

Lucy laughed and threw her arms around his neck. "Your ok!" she exclaimed happily, her voice muffled as she buried her head into his neck. He pulled his arms around her small frame, fitting her into his lap. Peter and Susan took this as an open invitation to start a group hug. Lucys muffled giggle was heard as she became smushed between her brothers. Each of them let go when Aslan walked towards them. He breathed on a stone satyr then looked expectantly at Lucy.

She grabbed her cordial and jumped up from Edmunds lap. She grinned and took off running toward the first Narnian she found. Of course, not all the Narnians survived, but much more survived thanks to her. Those who had not survived were mourned for and that night, every life that was given that day was celebrated. Tears were shed, and laughter reigned. Not a hint of cold remained, which the Narnians accepted willingly. But none more than the ones who had been captured by the witch or turned to Stone. And among these people, was Edmund.

Most of the night he sat quietly in the corner, silently watching over his elder siblings, and his baby sister.

Most of the time Lucy was dancing along with the fauns, trying to learn a new dance.

Peter mainly talked with the centaurs, laughing a newly found rich laugh.

And Susan usually sat talking to Mrs. Beaver. It wasn't that Edmund was anti-social, he just prefered to watch the going-ons in silence. But close to the end of the night, Lucy looked over to see him.

She bounded over to him, the flowers that the dryads had put in her hair now stuck in a tangled mess that would be quite the hastle to comb out later. But Edmund didn't mind. She still seemed the same perfect little sister he loved so much.

"Come on, Ed. Come dance. Please. Just once." she begged, tugging on his hand.

"Lucy, I'm still wearing the armor. Peter is too. And I doubt these dances will be the easiest thing to manage while in armor." he replied with a smile.

"Then go change into your other clothes that you wore yesteday! It's almost bedtime anyway! And since we're in Narnia you'll just end up sleeping in it anyway! Go! Peter's already went that way, he promised to come back and dance! Please!" she begged, pulling her pout out.

He sighed, defeated. "Alright, Lu. Calm down. I'll go change and be right back." he smiled.

"Yay! Thanks Ed!" she exclaimed, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before running off to find Mr. Tumnus.

He smiled and hauled himself to his feet, walking in the direction of his and Peters tent. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword as he came to the darker region. He now feared shaddows above all things. The dark was fine. But shaddows were different. It reminded him of things he didn't want to remember.

Something suddenly grabbed his arm and he bit back a scream.

"Woa, Ed, calm down. It's just me." Peter said.

"Oh, Peter, don't scare me like that." Edmund said, trying to regain his breathing and the regular heart beat pattern.

"I just grabbed your arm. You do that to me all the time." Peter said.

"I know... I guess I just overreacted. The... shaddows." Edmund shivered.

"Oh, Ed. I'm sorry. I didn't realize that. I shouldn't have done that." Peter said.

"No, Pete, it's ok. I just..."

"Alright, stop. This little arguement won't get us anywhere, and if I'm correct Lucy's waiting for you to get back too."

"Yep. She begged. Pulled out her secret weapon... the pout."

"I knew it."

"Come on, let's just go. I don't even know if I can stay awake for one dane."

"Tired?" Edmund gave him a dry look. "I figured that." Peter grinned.

"Let's just go. I feel like an old man right about now." Edmund yawned.

"You certainly aren't. Though you have grown rather quickly the past few days."

"So have you. I blame the fact we're in Narnia. Surely we had to grow some to go into a battle like that."

"Probably. But let's go. I'm wore out too." Edmund nodded and turned towards the tent.

"Though I didn't die like you did." Peter whispered under his breathe.

"What was that?" Edmund asked.

"Nothing."

"Mmm, right."