Author's Note: Two updates in a day! I'm on a roll! Anyway, nearly everything in this chapter is my work. Plus, I've always wondered what Edmund would be called when he was knighted.

Quote from Chapter: "Could you put your shirt back on?"

Chapter Fourteen: The Aftermath

Aceline stared at Aslan as he charged towards the Witch. She had knocked Peter down and was about to drive her sword into him when the Lion leaped on top of her.

She took advantage of the moment and ran over to the fallen knight. She towered over him as she held her hand out. He put his in hers and stood up, still holding her hand. The soldiers passed them, creating a colorful blur. Both of them stood stock still. She looked around, feeling a bit blind at the quick movement of the soldiers.

"It is finished," said the deep voice. They turned to Aslan, who was looking back at them. She nodded, smiling at the Lion, who gave her one back.

"Peter! Aceline!" Out of nowhere, Susan and Lucy appeared. The four hugged each other.

"Where were you two?" she asked.

"We'll explain later," Susan replied. She nodded. But there was something still nagging her in the back of her mind.

"Where's Edmund?" Lucy said. Aceline's eyes grew wide. Edmund! She ran with the siblings. Her heart sank as she realized the Dwarf she had shot was limping over to the boy, holding his ax.

"Ed!" Susan yelled. An arrow whizzed by her head and shot the Dwarf straight in the heart. She looked at the girl over her shoulder.

"Nice shot," she said.

"Thank you." They ran over to him, falling on their knees next to him. His older sister pulled off his helmet while Lucy took out her cordial. She poured a drop of the liquid into his mouth. His gasping stopped and a strained expression came on his pale face. The siblings and Aceline cried, tears running down their cheeks.

But then suddenly, Edmund coughed.

They gaped at the boy, who let out three more coughs before opening his eyes. Peter looked more relieved than words can describe. He grabbed his brother and hugged him.

"Ed, when are you going to do as you're told?" he asked, shaking him playfully. He grinned and suddenly, the Pevensies were in a group hug. Aceline felt a bit left out. Aslan seemed to notice.

"Children, I think you are leaving someone out," he said. He nodded pointedly at Aceline, who looked surprised. Edmund and Lucy were the first to hug her. When Peter and Susan joined, she gasped as pain shot through her left arm.

The odd part was that Peter did the same.

They looked at each other, she clutching her left arm, he clutching her right.

"You got hurt too, eh?" he asked. She nodded.

"Do you want me to heal you?" Lucy asked. They shook their heads in unison.

"Lucy, I think the others need your cordial," Aslan said. Aceline remembered the wounded soldiers. The blonde girl nodded, running off to the nearest one.

"Edmund, kneel before me," he continued. The boy cast an inquiring look at the others, who merely smiled. He still looked confused as he bent down on one knee, his sword point in the ground. The Lion touched his right shoulder.

"Rise, Sir Edmund Witch-Succumb," he said. "Knight of Narnia." The boy looked at him in astonishment. He stood up, sheathing his sword. He grinned over at his two older siblings and Aceline. They smiled back at him.

"You have to name your sword now, Ed," Peter said as Aslan walked away.

"Well, what did you name yours?" he asked.

"Rhindon."

"Unique," Susan said.

"Different," Aceline added.

"Original."

"Creative."

"Would you two stop?" the brothers asked in unison. The girls grinned.

"I think I have a name," the ebony-haired girl said. She whispered it in his ear.

"That's original," he said. "What's it mean?"

"Fearless," she answered. Edmund raised his eyebrows.

"What's the name?" Peter asked. His brother answered him.

"Jaser." Susan and her older brother looked at each other. They nodded in acceptance.

"Jaser it is."

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"Your arm still hurting you?" Aceline asked. She was addressing Peter, who was wincing as he moved his arm.

"Yeah, maybe I should have Lucy heal me," he said. She gave him a small smile. She had given into Lucy's begs to heal her.

"Do you want me to bandage it for you?" she asked.

"Sure, but--" Here, he stopped and turned red.

"What?"

"I have to take my shirt off." To her horror, she felt the color rise in her cheeks.

"Don't worry, I'll have it done in a second," she said. He nodded and hesistantly removed his shirt. She was surprised to see that muscles were starting to form on his upper body. And that was saying something considering the fact that they had been in Narnia for only a week and he was only thirteen. She gasped suddenly as she observed the wound.

It was a horrible gash, wide but not deep. She lightly ran her fingers over it. Goosebumps rised to meet her fingers. She lowered herself down next to him and ripped a strip off of her dress. (Everyone had changed after the battle.) She tied it carefully over the wound, annoyed that it didn't cover it completely. She ripped off another strip and entwined it with the other one. She let her hands drop as she admired her work.

"Thanks," he said, observing his arm. "You should think about becoming a doctor."

"I don't think so. I usually get nauseous around blood. It's a miracle I didn't pass out." Peter laughed at her frank tone. His laugh proved infectious for she started to giggle as well. They both stood up.

"Hey, Peter?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"Could you put your shirt back on?" The boy flushed.

"Sure."

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"Ed, do I have to repeat what I said?" she asked, an eyebrow raised. The boy grinned as he lowered the piece of toast. She smiled back. All five were eating supper. For some reason, Edmund had asked if there could be toast.

"Sorry, it's just that Narnian toast is better than English toast," he said.

"So is the juice," Peter said, pouring himself some.

"Could you pour me some, Peter, please?" she asked.

"Sure." They both drank, but they stopped when they realized the other three were looking at them.

"What?" they said in unison.

"So you're not fighting anymore?" Susan asked.

"Oh, they're most definitely not fighting anymore," Edmund cut in. "In fact, dear Aceline here kissed our beloved Peter." He smirked as the girl reddened and the boy gave him a 'Would-you-shut-up?' look.

"That's nothing," Lucy said. "Remember when we saw them sleeping together, Su?" Her sister nodded.

"Saintly Peter with a girl? Sleeping together?" Edmund asked in mock astonishment. "I have to hear this."

If possible, Aceline turned even redder. Peter glared at his siblings and simply said, "Shut up."

"Do you think we'll ever go back home?" she asked, hoping to get away from the subject of Peter and herself. A silence fell among the five.

"Well, we have to fill in the thrones, don't we?" Edmund asked.

"And I have something else to do," Aceline said, remembering her prophecy.

"Like what?" Lucy said. Her eyes grew wide as she realized what she had said.

"Nothing, never mind," she said hastily. She looked down at the ground, aware that the Pevensies were staring at her.

Next up: the coronation! The scene where Peter and Edmund look H-O-T! lol