"I'm sure you all know why we are gathered here today," Orieus stated looking over to the High king standing next to him. "We are here to find King Edmund's killer."

Peter flinched at the last part. He felt angry with the world at that moment. He didn't know what Edmund or any of them had done to deserve this.

"Why should we find his killer? He betrayed us." Agrius called out from the group of centaurs.

"What King Edmund did is in the past,"Orieus disagreed

"He is still a traitor!" Agrius yelled.

"How dare you call my brother a traitor!" Peter boomed as he unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards the centaur. "He loved this country and would have died for it, and in fact did die for it. How dare you come before me and call him a traitor."

"I doubt that he cared for Narnia. If he did he would not have betrayed us. It's your fault too you know. You should have kept your brother in check. I bet all you cared about was becoming king." The centaur's words pierced Peter in the heart.

The King moved himself closer to the centaur resting his blade across Agrius's neck. "Say one more word about my brother I promise I will make them your last." Peter threatened with a murderous look.

The whole room was shocked by the High King's words and actions. He was usually gentle and rational.

"Peace King Peter," Orieus demanded. "Agrius step back and let King Peter calm down. I am very disappointed in your behavior."

Peter had enough. He stormed out of the room in extreme rage and kept running past the gates till he reached the river that Edmund and he would spend so much time at together. Beside the river were two tree stumps. The two stumps are from the remains in which Edmunds coffin was made from. Next to those stumps was the tree that Peter and his brother would sit down and take the time talk about their days and life in general.

Peter missed that very much so.

He sat down against the tree and hid his face in his hands. He looked up to the sky and whispered "I miss you, Ed." He hoped that Edmund could hear what he was saying.

The king felt like a lost soul without his brother. There was a whole in his heart that nothing or anyone could fill.

Peter heard a noise coming from the trees, it sounded like footsteps. "Who is there?"

"Peter is that you?" called out a familiar voice.

It was Lucy. "Yes it is me, Lu." She smiled "I knew you would be here."

Lucy found her brothers' special spot by following them out there.

The little Queen came and sat in her brother's lap. "I'm sorry for running out like that it was unprofessional. I just could not sit and listen to them insult Edmund like that."

"I'm sure that they understand, Peter. You defiantly don't have to explain to me," Lucy sighed as she began to cry. "I miss him so much, Pete. It hurts."

"I miss him too, Lu. More than anything, but he's home with Aslan now." He placed a kiss on her head.

Embarrassed, Lucy quickly wiped away her tears. Peter pulled his sister to his side "Lucy it's okay to cry."

As his baby sister cried he fought his own urge to break down into tears, but instead Peter rubbed her back until she calmed down.

"Do you think Ed is happy?" Lucy asked.

Peter was shocked by his sister's question. He knew what the only answer would be however, "Aslan loved him. Edmund is most defiantly happy in His Country."

Lucy nodded in understanding. Aslan had forgiven Edmund. He also loved their brother as he loved Him.

They shared their favorite memories of Edmund and all the silly things he did.

"Remember when

The two siblings sat there for quite some time mourning for their brother together. (Try to explain in conversation the funny things Edmund did).

I woke up to the sound of gentle waves and sand all over me. I was obviously at some beach. I looked around all I could see was beach from one end to another. I felt safe and reassured here. I walked around for miles. All there is a beach and forests. There were no buildings or any sign of civilization.

I jumped when I heard a loud roar coming from beyond the horizon. Walking towards me was the silhouette of a large majestic lion. It was Aslan.