Hello again! Thanks for reviews, especially CrazyDyslexicNerd who has reviewed every chapter (except the first but that was more of a prologue). Here we have chapter 5! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia or Doctor Who. There would be chaos if I did.

Chapter 5

"Doctor will be annoyed at you for wondering off again," said a voice by Edmunds feet. The boy ignored Lorcan and continued on his path. He wasn't really sure where he was going, but it seemed familiar. Had he been here before?

The 'wooden' wolf sighed before turning to two of his companions, Russi and Keefe.

"Keep track of him, and leave marks on the trees," he instructed. "I'll go back for the Doctor." Hastily, he darted back the way they had come, as the fox and the bear hurried after the young boy.

The lemur clambered out of Edmund's hood and onto his shoulder.

"Shouldn't you have stayed close to the Doctor, you don't know this world," he whimpered timidly, eyes wide as his head swivelled from side to side.

"That's the thing, Momo," replied Edmund. "Something tells me I do."

When the Doctor had spoken of the Lion, Aslan, it had sparked a memory. But, as had happened so many times before, the spark died before Edmund could focus on it and make it something worthwhile. It had slipped away like sand sifting through his fingers.

He came to a slight incline, where the ground sloped downwards from him. Figures danced in front of his eyes: a boy and a girl perhaps a year or so older than he was, sliding and laughing in the snow. A younger girl giggled at them.

"Come on! It's this way!"

Her voice was no more than an echo to Edmund, and none of their faces where very clear.

The past, he realized. I saw that girl at the lantern too.

Nell peeked out of his hair.

"What are you seeing this time?" she asked.

"Just people," he replied.

Edmund often saw moments of the past, and knew things he wouldn't have known otherwise. Mostly they were points in time that had been so affecting that they influenced the events of those places and people for years.

The Doctor had explained it as a stone dropping into a pool of water, sending ripples far and wide. Edmund was stood on one of the far out ripples, looking at the stone under the water and realising it had caused the ripples. For Edmund the water was clear, but for others it was murky and they could only guess what had happened, or be told by other people who saw it first-hand. The Doctor reckoned it was something Edmund was born with, though he may have ignored it for a large part of his life.

"Most of the people I've met who can see the past did just that," the Doctor had said. "It's because either they, or others, were scared of it. That's just it with you humans, always scared of things you can't explain."

Edmund, after having his gift explained to him and being told it was nothing to be afraid of, had thought it wrong to ignore it. Instead he embraced it, though he never used it for a parlour trick. He had used it to help the Doctor and others he had met on his many adventures with the Timelord.

This time it seemed at lot clearer. And he was sure he'd seen those people before.

Finally, his feet led him to a stop; Russi and Keefe crashing into his heels. Ven, snug round Edmund's wrist as always, shook his head at them before turning it to look at their surroundings.

Edmund had brought them to a clearing. Ahead of him was a sheer cliff, with a homestead carved into it.

Mindful of the animals, Edmund sat down, pulling his sketch book and some pens out of his rucksack and began to draw the homestead. He made some changes, as Ven, Momo and Nell observed. Russi and Keefe were happy to play fight, rolling around the boy, who smiled at them briefly before focusing once more on his drawing.

In his picture, the doorway was hanging off its hinges, and a broken chair in the doorway indicated that the house had been ransacked. The snow, which had almost completed melted around them, was drawn in the picture as though it was the middle of winter. Three figures: a small child and two teens, were running towards the house. It was the same children he had seen at the hillside.

"Do you know who they are?" asked Ven.

"No," replied Edmund. "You know I never do."

He then began to shade the picture, deciding it would look better without the colour. He was so engrossed in his work, and the animals so entranced watching him (or too busy wrestling) that not a single one of them noticed the faun that approached them from behind, until his shadow crossed the page.

Tumnus, having returned from Cair Paravel, came to the clearing in front of his house to find a dark-haired boy, sat hunched over something.

As he approached the boy, Tumnus noticed with some wonder that the child was accompanied by what appeared to be wooden animals that moved. Tumnus could see a fox and a bear rolling around in the grass, and a creature similar-but-not-quite a monkey. When he was stood over the boy, not trying to be rude but his curiosity was piqued (and not worried as the boy didn't appear to have any bad intentions), he saw the sketchbook in the boys lap. And the picture.

That's my house, but it hasn't been in a state like that since the wolves wrecked it…is that the Monarchs?

The boy turned and looked up at him. Tumnus's eyes widened and he found he could not say a word.

"Sorry," said the boy, hastily standing up (revealing a few more animals) and shoving his sketchbook back into his backpack. "I was just…um…doodling. Sorry…I'll be off now."

Quickly swinging his backpack round onto his shoulders, he turned to walk away. A small voice at the back of Tumnus's mind was saying 'Move! Move you stupid idiot, he's getting away' but it was overpowered by the much louder voice bellowing 'By the Lion! He's alive!'

Luckily, Tumnus didn't have to say anything or move anywhere. After taking only a few steps, Edmund turned back to him.

"Erm… this might sound weird, but have I met you before?"

Tumnus had not expected that, although to be fair, Edmund had only met him briefly once before. They hadn't spoken for very long, and there had been lots of other things to worry about instead of memorizing each other's faces.

"I-It's me, Tumnus. I met your sister, then I met you…You don't remember any of it do you."

Edmund shook his head. Tumnus could see in his eyes that he was being truthful.

"I don't remember anything from before meeting Amy, Rory and the Doctor," he replied. "You said I have a sister?" His voice was full of curiosity.

Tumnus definitely wasn't expecting that. How could Edmund not remember his own family? Who were these people Edmund spoke of?

"Edmund!"

They both turned to the source of the voice: a young man with messy brown hair was running towards them. His clothes were strange to Tumnus. Why is he wearing a bow round his neck?

"Doctor!" Edmund called back to him. Tumnus started. This man was a doctor? He didn't look like the sort of person you would go to when you were ill. Two more figures were sprinting behind him: another young man and a woman whose red hair flew behind her like a flag. As the group reached them the woman threw her arm's round Edmund, hugging him tightly.

"Dammit! Don't do that again!" she wheezed, breathless from all the running she had just done.

"I'm sorry Amy, I…I felt like I knew this place," Edmund explained. "And Tumnus knows me."

The three turned their attention to him. The man with the bow round his neck stepped forward holding a hand out as his male companion exclaimed, "Is that a faun?"

"Hello I'm the Doctor," he said, smiling. "Just the Doctor."

Tumnus took his hand, shaking it as Lucy had shown him. Something, perhaps the way all three had been concerned, frantic even, about Edmund, made Tumnus think he could trust these people.

"This is Amy, and Rory," the man continued, introducing the two other adults, who smiled at him, looking as though they were concentrating very hard at not looking at his legs. "Apparently you already know Edmund…Can I ask how?"

"I think you'll want to come inside," said Tumnus, trying not to sigh wearily. "It's a long story, and I would like to hear yours too.

"Are you sure Jadis is dead?" asked Amy, looking up from her cup of tea. The time-travellers were all in Tumnus's lounge, seated in a rough circle on anything they could. After the Doctor had explained how he had found Edmund in the ice-cold dungeon, and how Edmund had been injured and lost his memory, Tumnus had explained how he had met Edmund, in that dungeon, and how beforehand, he had met Edmund's sister, Lucy, and everything else the group needed to know about Narnia.

"Yes," Tumnus replied. "She can do no more harm to anyone, especially not Edmund."

"Shame. I'd wanted to rip her to pieces."

Tumnus looked to the Doctor, who just smiled politely, to Rory, who shrugged, and to Edmund, who shook his head, don't ask. He glanced at all the little animals accompanying them (spider, lemur, wolf, fox, bear, snake and the butterfly in Amy's hair, whom Tumnus had thought was a hair clip of some sort, until it/she spoke), who held the same expressions on their faces

A part of Tumnus had wanted to protect Edmund, and not tell him the true reason why he was in the dungeon alongside Tumnus. But another part of him knew it would cause problems later, so he had resolved to explain, as best he could, about how manipulative the Witch can truly be. And about the problems Edmund had had fitting in with his family before coming to Narnia (Lucy had told him about their father going to war, and how Edmund must have taken it harder than all of them). Edmund had been very quiet when he had been told all this, so Tumnus spoke of how he had sworn allegiance to Her and worked against Aslan, but only repented after meeting Lucy. He thought it would help Edmund to know he was not the only one to make a foolish mistake.

"How could that tree have fallen!" exclaimed the Doctor. "It was supposed to protect Narnia!"

"People stopped believing," Tumnus shrugged. "But it's alright now."

"But you said four were needed to break- what was her name again, Janis? Anyway, you said four were needed to break her power?" questioned Rory. Tumnus nodded.

"But there's only three on the thrones. Unless the prophecy is wrong…"

"Did Jadis have any followers?" asked the Doctor. Tumnus winced slightly. He had been doing it whenever anyone spoke Her name. It sent shivers down his spine. He nodded to reply.

"They didn't all disband after She was defeated did they?" That was more of a rhetorical question. Unfortunately the Doctor already knew the answer as he stood up and walked to the window. "They crept into the shadows, didn't they…watching…waiting for the right moment to strike. Maybe that's what the prophecy was really referring too when to spoke of her power. Her time wouldn't truly end until all Narnians were united, with the Four to lead them"

Amy, Rory and Edmund really hated it when the Doctor used that calm voice as he was doing now. Nothing good followed that voice…ever. When they heard it, they got ready to move.

"And then maybe one of Her followers saw Edmund today, as he walked through the woods alone. Maybe it was one who'd seen him before, or maybe they just knew his description. And when they saw him, they spread the word… We need to get to the TARDIS!"

Amy, Rory and Edmund leapt into action, Tumnus following by a fraction of a second. All five of them sprinted out of the door way and ran in the direction of the time-ship. They tried to keep Edmund in the middle, protected on all sides, more than ever when they heard wolf howls and screeches.

Without warning, the Doctor halted. Edmund found himself almost being sandwiched between the Timelord and Tumnus.

Fell creatures blocked the path. It was obvious what they wanted, and it was also obvious that they wouldn't be getting Edmund without a fight. The Doctor stepped forward.

"So," he glanced around. He knew more creatures were hiding in the trees around them. "Who is your leader?"

A hag, face twisted into a menacing grin, stepped forward, though she kept her distance.

"All we want is the boy," she snarled. "No one else need be harmed."

"What do you need him for? Jadis is dead."

"His blood," the hag hissed. "He's a traitor, his blood belongs to Her."

"Okay, here's the thing. She is dead."

"Her power lingers! She will live on. The traitor's blood will be spilled on the Stone Table."

"You're rather single-minded aren't you?"

Amy heard the swishing in the air above them first, and wasted no time looking up. Diving sideways, she forced Edmund down moments before claws would have grabbed him. The Bat screeched angrily and all hell broke loose. Hags, Bats, Wolves and Minotaurs dived out of the trees. Having not much more than their own fists, the group found themselves out-numbered and out-matched. Rory was swiftly pinned down by a Wolf, who tried to clamp his powerful jaws round Rory's neck. It was prevented from doing this by a well-aimed kick from a furious looking Amy.

Edmund had grabbed the first thing he could (a sharp rock) and was swinging it around, frantically trying to fend off the creatures coming towards him. He managed to knock out a hag and avoid another Bat, but they were closing in on him. He looked around. The Doctor was wrestling with a Hag and Tumnus was dodging blows from a Minotaur's axe. Hands grabbed him from behind.

"HELP!" he managed to yell before a hand clamped over his mouth, muffling anymore shouts.

Amy shot round and saw two Hags dragging a struggling Edmund away. Nimbly, she darted through the fray and tackled on of the vile creatures to the ground. With an enormous amount of strength, the Hag flung Amy off, but the fiery red-head leapt back up to defend Edmund, only to meet the business end of the sharp dagger the Hag had whipped out of her belt.

"AMY!" Edmund screamed as he saw the blood seep from the deep wound in her stomach. He struggled wildly to escape the Hag's grasp but their grip on him was unyielding. He was dragged away as Amy watched, laying on the ground, helpless to do anything.

I feel so mean for doing that to Amy. And yes, another cliffhanger. Those things are very good for making people want to keep reading. It works on me at least.