Edmund had traveled nonstop to Cair Paravel. He had seen Peter knock Riley unconscious and take her away. He knew his brother was going to Narnia. It was a little difficult when it started to snow, but Edmund didn't give up. He needed to get there before anything else happened to Riley.
He quietly entered the palace. Luckily, there were no guards on duty and all was calm. Edmund was about to turn a corner when he heard footsteps. He quickly darted down another hallway. Ed walked a little longer, but stopped at the sight in front of him. Riley was lying face-down on the floor. Blood stained the stone next to her.
"Riley!" he yelled as he ran up to her. He knelt on the ground and turned her over. Her body was limp, and her skin was pale. Edmund began to cry.
"Riley please wake up. Please. Come on you can't do this to me." Edmund whispered. He pulled her close to him and he cried. "Felicity is going to win if you don't come back."
Someone put a hand on his shoulder. He quickly stood up and unsheathed his sword. Edmund put it to the person's neck. When he saw who it was, he dropped his sword and stepped back. Riley stood before him, looking stunned herself. Edmund looked at the ground where her body was a moment ago, and found that it was gone. He looked back at her and smiled. Edmund ran up to her and hugged her.
When they parted, Edmund studied her. Instead of the black dress she was wearing when he found her, she was in a white dress with gold lace. Riley's hair was down in curls and she looked like an angel.
"But, how?" he asked.
"I don't know. After you mentioned Felicity, anger streamed through me. Then, my eyes shot open and I was standing behind you. You were still holding my body, so assumed I was dead. But, I touched you and you weren't holding me anymore." Riley told him.
"Who stabbed you?"
"Peter."
"I'm gonna kill him." Edmund angrily said. He picked his sword up, and began to walk away. Riley grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Ed, it wasn't his fault. Felicity put him under another spell." Riley told him. "Please, let's just think about how we're going to approach this situation."
"I've already thought about it. I'm going to kill Felicity and when Peter's back to his old self, I'm going to beat him to a bloody pulp."
"Ed, you're not thinking clearly. You're just upset."
"Damn right I'm upset. Peter practically killed you and here you are as calm as can be." Edmund told her. Riley immediately slapped him across the face.
"You don't think I'm upset about this? I just lost the man I love to a witch. I can't think, because I'm so angry," Riley replied. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning and a clash of thunder. Riley and Edmund looked over and saw that instead of snowing, it was raining. They looked at each other and then walked over to the window. They looked out and saw that it was a downpour.
"That usually doesn't happen during a snow storm," Edmund said. Riley looked down and saw that all the snow had disappeared.
"Something must have happened to change the weather. The question is, what?" Riley replied. Edmund leaned against the wall and stared at Riley.
"Well, it wasn't Felicity. So, it must have been you." Ed told her.
"How could I possibly do that? If you haven't noticed, I'm not that powerful." Riley replied.
"I don't know. It seems a little odd that the moment you begin to get angry, it starts to rain." Edmund pointed out. Riley sighed and looked outside. She wanted to argue with Edmund, but knew in a way he was right. Then, she finally remember what Aslan had told her.
"…In the darkest of times, love becomes the greatest magic."
"But in love there's also pain and jealousy," Riley told him. Aslan chuckled and looked at her.
"That is true. And when the time is right, you will understand it all," Aslan replied.
"That's why I can back from the dead," she realized. Edmund gave her a confused look. She turned and looked at him.
"Remember when I told you that I needed to fight fire with fire?" she asked him.
"Yeah, but what does that have to do with what's happening now?"
"Lady Felicity is using magic that has come from darkness. And, do you know what the darkest part of love is?"
"Uh…pain, I guess." Edmund answered.
"Exactly. That's why I was able to come back. The pain that was inside became too much and in the end, revived me. And the storm, I got mad. It all fits. I know how to defeat Felicity." Riley told him.
"Okay, how?" Edmund asked.
"Just wait and see." Riley told him. She closed her eyes and a minute later opened them and looked at Edmund.
"Her coronation is going on right now," she told him.
"And how do you know?"
"I heard it. And, no, I don't know how," Riley answered.
"Okay. So, what do we do?"
"Not we, me. I have to stop it. Don't ask me how, because I don't have an answer. I figure that I'll just make it up as I go along." Riley told him.
"Just be safe." Ed replied. Riley gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking away. She headed down the hall. She knew where she was going, and she hoped she wasn't too late.
Felicity walked down the aisle. All eyes were on her. She was wearing a golden dress, with her hair in a bun. She smiled. Finally, she was about to succeed. All the Narnians trusted her, and Peter was completely under her spell. Riley was dead and Peter's siblings were no where to be found.
She got to the front of the room and saw that Peter was there, along with a faun who was holding her crown. It was, delicate looking; gold with red and greens gems.
"My fellow Narnians," Peter started. "Today is a glorious day for us. For today, we shall have a High Queen." Everyone in the room began to cheer.
"Lady Felicity, are you prepared to take on the title of High Queen of Narnia?" Peter asked.
"Of course," Felicity simply replied. Someone began to laugh in the back of the room. Everyone turned to see who the person was. Riley walked to the center aisle, smiling and clapping her hands.
"Well done," she said. Felicity and Peter looked at her, shocked that she was alive.
"How is it possible? You were dead," Felicity told her.
"Yeah, what can I say? I don't do well dead. So, here I am. Oh, and by the way, you're snow's all gone." Riley pointed out. Felicity looked outside and saw that it was pouring rain. She was so busy with getting ready that she didn't notice the change in weather.
"What did you do?" Felicity asked Riley in a rude tone.
"Now why would I do something?" Riley asked in an innocent voice. "Of course, I do think it has to do with the fact that you're bad at being a witch."
The whole room was in an uproar after Riley's last comment. No one could believe that the woman about to become their Queen was a witch.
"Silence!" Peter yelled. Everyone became quiet and stared at their High King.
"Riley, you need to leave," he told her. Riley was about to protest when they heard a lion roar and everyone except Riley, Peter, and Felicity, disappeared. They looked around, and another bolt of lightning struck.
"Well, looks like I'm not the only witch here," Felicity said.
"Yes, but I'm not going to use mine. I'm going to beat you the old fashioned way. And, if I happen to use witchcraft, it's not my fault." Riley replied. "See, I learned something about magic. It has a tendency to come around when you least expect it."
"Peter, do something. She's ruined my coronation, and now all our guests are gone," Felicity told Peter. Peter looked at Riley and unsheathed his sword.
"Go ahead. Hit me with you best shot. I guarantee it won't help." Riley said to him. Peter began to walk toward her. But, then Edmund stepped in the way and pointed his sword at his brother.
"You don't want to do that Pete." Edmund told him.
"And, why not?" Peter asked.
"Because I know that deep down, you're fighting this. You don't want to kill Riley, because it pained you the first time." Edmund answered.
"Ed, quit messing around and get out of my way," Peter said.
"No, I won't. I've put up with taking orders from you for too long."
"Edmund, please, just get out of here," Riley said. She came up and put a hand on his shoulder. Peter stepped back a little. Something was wrong. He shook it off and raised his sword. Riley had noticed Peter's strange reaction. And then it clicked.
"Edmund, it's not me that has to be in that dark place. It's Peter," Riley whispered. Edmund turned his head slightly to reply.
"What?"
"Don't you see? Yes, I got him out of it by sleeping with him, but what about the other times? He got jealous." Riley pointed out. Edmund looked back at his brother, not fully understanding Riley.
"You know Peter, have a life with Felicity. I don't care. But, I won't let you harm Riley." Edmund said. Felicity walked over to them and stood by Peter.
"Peter, forget about him and kill Riley." she ordered. Peter shoved Edmund out of the way and swung his sword at Riley. Riley jumped out of the way and leaned against a pillar. Edmund looked at Felicity and was about to attack her, but she swung her arm and Edmund went flying and hit a pillar. He fell to the ground.
"Edmund, listen to me. When we were walking through Anvard that day and Peter and Felicity were flirting, how do you think Peter snapped out of it? I flirted with you." Riley told him. Edmund stood up and looked at Riley. She dodged another blow and rolled onto the floor. Edmund ran over and grabbed his sword. Felicity was no where to be seen. He then turned back to Riley and Peter.
Peter grabbed Riley by the arm, lifted her up and threw her against a pillar. He put his sword to her neck and looked at her.
"You know you don't want to do this." Riley said.
"I have every reason to do this. You ruined my wife's coronation." Peter told her.
"And that's why you want to kill me? Because I ruined a stupid ceremony that doesn't really matter?" Riley asked. Riley looked over Peter's shoulder and stared at Edmund. In one quick motion, she brought her arm up and pushed Peter's sword away and punched him in the face. Peter fell to the ground and Riley ran over to Edmund. Peter got up and looked at the two.
"You know what's about to happen, don't you?" Riley asked Edmund.
"I figured it out." Ed answered. He wrapped his arms around Riley's waist and pulled her close to him. He then leaned in and their lips met.
