AN: I put an actual kiss in this chapter! HELP ME! I am no longer a tom-boy! For this chapter, anyway. Whayever. Review! Please ! Thanks! I can't belive hwo quickly I got responses. In one day! I posted on Sunday, and then on Moday I had five reiviews! I would've posted then, but I forgot my flash drive. :(

I woke to Delah, clean clothes – the same as yesterday, only with a green shirt and brown pants, brown boots, a brown belt – and a warm bath. After getting ready, I walked outside, and then up Paravel Hill to look at the sunrise, and hopefully get a jump on the day.

When I reached the crest of the hill, however, someone was already there. Peter twisted around from where he was sitting, and stood up. He walked toward me, and offered a plate of toast and sausage. I took some and we went back to where he had been earlier. I watched him sit down, and noticed him being conscious of where his sword was, where the rocks were, and where I was. We shared the plate of food. The pink, purple, gold, red, and blue sky kept us occupied for a while, as did the food. Peter set it aside, on the grass when we'd finished. "The sunrise here is prettier than it was in England," he said softly. He wasn't watching the sunrise, though. He was watching me.

I looked over at him. "I didn't think you would be the type to watch sunrises."

"I didn't think you were the type as well," he answered, still watching me. He reached out, as though unconscious of what he was doing, and put his fingers under my chin, lifting it. His other arm slid gently around my shoulders, and pulled me closer. My heart sped up, and he took his fingers from my chin, and put that arm around me, his hand resting on my back. He pulled at me again. I was up against his chest, and I could feel his heartbeat through his shirt. He tilted his head down, and pressed his mouth against mine, his eyes closing. My arms were around his neck in a second, and I tangled one of my hands in his hair. It was long and sweet, and completely alien but amazing at the same time. We stopped kissing when we realized that air was essential for survival. I stared into his eyes and he stared into mine, just sitting there, in each other's arms.

We heard nymphs coming up the Hill, and hastily separated.

Lionel, a water nymph, and one of the ring-leaders of my tormenters, walked up. "Alex," she said sweetly. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Of course," I said, standing up. Peter looked up at me, knowing my tone of voice, the kind I use with people who don't like me. He slid into my mind, asking permission first and said Don't let them get to you Alex. Come back when you're done. I'll be here, waiting. I gave the tiniest of nods, turned, and followed the nymphs.

As soon as we couldn't be seen or heard by anyone in the camp, Lionel rounded on me. Still keeping up her nice-girl act she asked, her words coated with poisonous honey, "What were you doing up there with him, Alex?"

"Just talking." It was more or less true.

"Sure you were. We saw you. Magicing him so he'd kiss you, and then making it look like it was him who started it. It's your eyes. You hypnotized him! You don't just kill innocent bystanders, Lioness. You draw them in. You're no better than the Witch! It's no wonder no one will train with you. No one wants to be near a witch, so we'll do everyone a favor and get rid of you. He's not yours. He's mine."

I couldn't help it. "If he's yours, then why does he hold hands and flirt with me?"

"You magiced him into falling in love with you."

"Well, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

She pushed me, and then it was like they were playing Alex ping pong.

I yelled in my mind Peter! hoping he'd hear me, hoping he'd come. I couldn't fight them. I'd lose control. I'd kill one of them, and they knew it. I wasn't allowed to fight anyone unless I was in mortal danger or I was training.

I heard a call behind me; Peter. Oh, thank you. Thank you. "Alex!" he yelled, running down the Hill, a grin on his face. I noticed how the nymphs' demeanors changed immediately. Now, they were being as flirtatious as they could, and, thankfully, failing. Peter didn't even spare them a glance.

"What is it?" I asked, wondering why he was so happy.

"Ed's back."

In an instant, we were both running down the Hill, leaving the nymphs choking on our dust. I couldn't help laughing at their expressions.

We slowed down when we got to the bottom of the Hill. I looked up at where the figures of Aslan and Edmund were silhouetted against the Sun. Lucy and Susan burst out of their tent, Lucy running forward and shouting "EDMUND!" Peter stopped her, gently. Aslan looked over at us, and they both started walking towards us.

Aslan neared us and said "What's done is done. There is no need to bring up the past with your brother." He walked away.

Edmund looked a bit uncomfortable. "I guess I'd better go," I said. "I'd hurry up though, or else I'll steal all the bacon, and then where will you be?" Peter and Lucy smiled. I turned to Edmund. Bowing, I said "If you'll excuse me, Your Majesty."

Walking over to the stone that served as our table, I sat down and began to eat, waiting for my King to come back to me.

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