Ok so I have decided to end the story since there really isn't much left to say.

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EDMUND'S POV

I knew this day was coming but nothing, not even a thousand years to think, could have prepared me for what I was feeling right now. I had felt this once more before, but I knew this time was not going to end the same way. My heart felt like it was being torn in half at a snail's pace, slowly and tiny piece by tiny piece. The wind that was blowing over the land was strong and harsh and very cold, grey clouds covered the sky and tiny droplets of rain were starting to fall around me. But, when you think about it, it was a perfect setting. The weather was showing exactly what I felt like inside: bitter cold and dark.

The liter was carried by four Satyrs with black fur and I wanted so badly to tear my eyes from the cloth wrapped figure that was stretched out upon it, but they were glued to it. Tears slid down my face without hindrance as the only part of my wife left on this earth passed by before me and was slowly lowered into the rectangular pit in the ground. I barely heard the Faun music that began to play through the sound of my mind running through years and years of memories. Natani's smiling face played over and over in my head, her voice tickled my mind's ear, and I could almost feel her skin on mine once more.

The actual feeling of a hand slipping into each of mine brought me back to reality and I looked on either side of me to find my daughters standing there. Endirah's brown eyes, my eyes, were cold and filled with silent anguish. Lucy's green eyes, Natani's eyes, spilled over with big fat tears as mine were. But having my daughters by my side was what would keep me going, I knew it. They were what I was living for now.

In the tradition of Narnian burials, Endirah, Lucy and I each took a handful of the freshly dug dirt and tossed it gently into the grave, then the moles and dwarves began to shovel and scoop the rest of it to fill it in. Seeing the shapes of my wife's body disappear under the reddish-brown Narnian earth was the hardest thing I ever had to face in my life.

I stood there until every single person, with the exceptions of my daughters, had departed.

"Daddy, the rain is starting to pick up," Lucy said quietly, tugging gently on my arm.

"I'll be in soon, Lu," my voice surprised me. It was cracked and low. The girls exchanged nods and they reluctantly headed back to the castle, leaving me standing in the silence of the burial yard.

I stood there as the rain suddenly began to pour down, not that I really cared. The rain just washed the tears from my face as I looked out over the field where many good friends had been laid to rest. The Beavers, Mr. Tumnus, Philip, Orius…and now my wife. So many people I loved and admired rested here and I wondered if I would ever join them.

I raised my eyes to look out to the sea and my heart lept to my throat. Aslan, whom I hadn't seen since the day Natani and I had been in our first and most intense argument, was padding softly toward me. I didn't hesitate in getting to him as fast as my now old and weakened legs would carry me and I practically fell at his paws. He lifted a paw and laid it on my shoulder and I heard his familiar voice flood my ears.

"My son, what remains here for you?"

And I knew now that he was here to take me back to my own world. My heart began to race and I looked up at him in fear.

"Oh, Aslan! My daughters. My kingdom." But my list sounded small even to my own ears as I said it.

Aslan's eyes softened and he smiled down at me sadly.

"Edmund," he said, "Have I not given you much more time here than your siblings? Have you not lived a good life? It is your time to go and nothing here can hold you back."

I dropped my eyes to the ground.

"Your daughters are not alone," Aslan comforted me, "I have provided them with loving individuals who will take care of them just as well as they have so far. Just as you took care of Natani and she took care of you. But your time here is over and nothing more is here for you to do. Are you willing to let it go and move on to the next plan I have for you?"

I looked into his golden eyes and felt the familiar strength flood my whole body and soul. Aslan had given me a life that anyone would be proud of, he had given me two beautiful daughters, a loving and fantastic wife, a loyal kingdom, health and strength, and he had delivered my very life even when I had known him but a day. Why should he fail me now?

"I am willing, Aslan," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"Then arise," Aslan bid me. I rose to my feet and faced him. "You shall ride on me as your sisters did. It has been too long since I had a good run!"

As I clambered onto Aslan's shoulders and grabbed onto his mane, I felt very afraid. I would never have dreamed of even touching his mane, let along gripping it for dear life as I now was.

"Take one last look, Son of Adam," the Lion's voice said.

And so I did. The castle, the sea, the fields, the statue of Philip that I could barely make out in the rain, the woods, the sky, the stars that were now beginning to come out…Narnia as I had always known it. Narnia as I would always remember it.

I felt Aslan's muscles tense under me and I had enough of a mind to grip him with my knees before a gust of wind swept over me and Cair Paravel was gone in a flash.

I never knew how fast the Lion ran that night, but we reached the Lantern Waste just as the sun was rising. The woods were a red color in the sunrise and I felt refreshed at the sight of it. Aslan came to a flawless halt in a clearing I seemed to vaguely remember and he bid me to stand on my own feet.

As I examined the clearing I saw a tall, straight group of vine wrapped around something that rose above the brush. Aslan was standing near it and he looked up at it with wise eyes and roared loudly. My eyes widened as the vines began to twist and then receded to the ground where they originated. A lamp post stood proudly next to the Lion and the light inside was steadily burning inside it. All at once, I remembered how my siblings had disappeared into the thicket 50 years prior. And I remembered that in the trees beyond was a wardrobe I had climbed through to get here…and now I would be climbing back through.

"Aslan," I asked in wonder, "How will I live in England when all I have known is Narnia? What will I tell people?"

"Things will take care of themselves," Aslan said simply, "Just remember to keep your eyes on what you have learned here."

I nodded and began to walk toward the trees where I knew my future awaited. I was starting to feel like my old self again, my adventurous spirit was coming back to me. But before I stepped into the trees I turned back to the Lion. He was smiling at me, as only a Lion can smile, and his eyes were bright.

"Aslan, will I see my family?" I was afraid they wouldn't know me or believe me when I told them what I had been through.

"You shall."

And the last bit of fear dropped from my shoulders as I stepped into the trees…no…not trees, coats! And voices…and…

And I tripped and tumbled out of the wardrobe onto a wooden floor. And that was the moment my life began all over again.

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So there you go! The end! Hope it's good and I hope it satisfies!

Now I'm gonna go study Anatomy and Physiology and maybe start my next story tonight!

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