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And I am so incredibly sorry and apologize greatly for the terribly long wait. I did promise in the last chapter that chapter three would be longer….and I feel so bad for the shortness of the first two chapters. I hope that no one is disappointed with this chapter; I spent a lot of time brooding on how to twist the events that happened in the movie. And I watched Prince Caspian like a gazillion times trying to decide what to do....Enjoy!

I awoke to the sound of thousands of marching feet. My wounds blazed painfully in my side, and I had no doubt that they were infected. The whole world was dark, fuzzy and noisy. I was disoriented and weak from blood loss.

Oh, Aslan, help me…

Someone's arm was wrapped painfully tight around my chest. By the jerking motion that we were moving at, I had no doubt that I was on a horse, bound at the hands and blindfolded. The steed underneath me jerked to a halt and I moaned in pain.

"Set up the camp!!! Telmarines!!! We shall soon taste the blood of the Narnians!!!"

A great cheer from thousands, I could only assume by the tumult of the roar, rose from the Telmarine soldiers. I was jerked off the horse by rough hands and dragged several hundred feet. I was tossed to the ground and could only lie there, dazed, in pain, and wishing for my brother.

"What should we do about him now, your Majesty?"

"Maybe we should tie him up, your Majesty! He could very easily run back to the Narnians now!"

"If he does that, our archers will only shoot him down before he takes a step. No, I don't think we need to worry about trouble from this little king anymore. We will wait for action from the other side. In the meantime, I want two guards watching him at all times. Lord Sopaspion! If I may have a word…"

"Certainly, your Majesty."

Their voices faded as a couple pairs of footsteps moved away. My senses were extremely sensitive with my amount of pain, and each voice, each pound to the ground closest to me only increased my discomfort. A pair of rough hands propped me up against a tree.

"You needn't worry about him. He hasn't budged an inch since last night."

That's because if I do, I waste a little more energy that would be at good use just keeping me alive…

Please, Aslan, watch over my family. I will do anything just to see their faces again. Aslan? Can you grant me that one request? I know I haven't said much to Peter since we've arrived here and he's been a beast, yes, I know. But, oh Aslan, he's been my best friend for years. Will I ever see Peter again?

Tears streamed down my cheeks and soaked through the blindfold as I sent up my silent vigil to the Great Lion. I felt completely miserable, and picturing Aslan's face in my mind's eye was the only comfort I had right now.

Wait a second….for a moment, the pain had vanished and everything was light and warm. I felt the Lion's Mane brush against me.

Fear not, Son of Adam. For the greatest among all Kings of High Kings in Narnia shall rise again.

"Aslan…."

And in the comfort of the Lion's embrace, I succumbed to much needed sleep.

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I was rudely awakened as rough hands grabbed me and basically threw me onto the back of another horse. Still half asleep, nauseous and dizzy, I slumped against the rider behind me.

"Remove his blindfold. It is not needed anymore."

The dark piece of fabric was jerked off my face and my headache increased as bright sunlight hit my eyes. I blinked furiously and gasped when I realized where I was. Looming high into the sky was the once proud fortress of the Stone Table. Miraz sat on a white stallion next to me, clad in golden armor. He did not speak, and I could tell that he was uneasy, perhaps terrified.

"Why, I wonder, would he still risk such a proposal…"Miraz muttered under his breath.

"Your Majesty, you have the perfect excuse to avoid this due to our military advantage…"

"I'm not avoiding anything!" Miraz barked to a well-armored man on his right. "I wonder why he would just risk such a proposal when our armies could wipe them out in by nut fall!"

"Haven't you already underestimated our numbers?" The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. Miraz turned to face me. "I mean, only a week ago, Narnians were extinct." For a brief second, I saw a glimpse of fear in Miraz's eyes, but that quickly turned to rage.

"I would hold my tongue if I were you, boy. You are very lucky that we have kept you alive this long."

He kicked his stallion, and we were soon galloping across the field. The shackles around my wrists had been removed, and replaced with rope that was tied more painfully than my previous bounds. From the jolting of the horse, pain radiated through my whole body, making it hard to see.

As we approached the open stone dais, I saw the Narnians lined up outside of the How. Whispers broke out among the brave Narnians as they caught sight of me, their Just King, bound, wounded and drenched in his own blood. The Telmarine soldier dismounted first, and then jerked me off after him. I bit back a cry of pain, and he forced me to stand next to him, keeping a painfully tight grip on my wounded arm.

It was then that I was blessed with the sight of my brother.

Peter walked out from the darkness of the How, clad in full armor, followed by a stern looking Faun holding Peter's sword. The Narnians roared, cheering Peter on. On the other side of the field, the Telmarines responded with their own cheer. As Peter approached, I was able to catch his eye. His face was void of all emotion, his mouth set in a grim line. But his eyes betrayed his grief and happiness in only a way that I could see and understand. He drew his sword and the Narnians cheered once more.

The pain claimed me once more as Miraz stood and moved out of my line of vision. He exchanged words with my brother that I couldn't really hear and then Peter attacked. I was suddenly lost in a haze of pain, and I shuddered in the soldier's hold.

Metal clashed in my ears, and the sunlight was painfully hot and bright. There was a terrible cry of pain from Miraz, then one from Peter shortly thereafter. The Telmarine soldier was the only force keeping me standing on my feet, if he let go, I would not be able to stand back up.

"I assume that you won't let things get that close again!!" Miraz snapped as he suddenly reappeared in my vision. I couldn't see Peter anymore, but I could feel his eyes on me. Even though I wasn't cold, I continued to shiver. I distantly heard the Narnians cheer, then the clash of steel once more.

I lost track of how many minutes had past as the struggle between Peter and Miraz continued endlessly. The alarmed voice of Caspian caught my attention through the haze of pain. "Look out!" I managed to lift my head a little and squint through the fog to see Peter grab Miraz's sword, spin it around and stab him in the armpit. Miraz gasped in pain and fell to his knees as Peter wretched the sword out of his body. My brother paused as he held Miraz's sword, catching himself from chopping off the false king's head.

"What's the matter boy?" Miraz spat. "Too cowardly to take a life?"

Peter's eyes grew wide with anger, and I bet that if he was a dragon, he would have spat fire. "It's not mine to take," he growled back. "And you owe me my brother."

"Give the boy his prize!"

"And his sword. I hope you were wise enough not to dispose of it."

The guard removed the ropes binding my hands and roughly threw me forward. Due to my blood loss and fatigue, I crashed against the stone ground. I could hardly move and just laid there, slightly bruised and dazed, until two gentle hands picked me up off the ground and set me upright on my feet. I just about fell over again when the same hands caught me.

"Whoa, Ed. Easy now…"

Peter…

I wanted to see his face or say just one word to him, but the world was suddenly just too hot and it hurt to even move an inch. Distantly, Caspian uttered a terrible cry which completely shocked me in my half-conscious state. What was going on?!?

Peter gently lowered me to the ground and I leaned against a pillar, exhausted, my ears popping as the Narnians cheered again, what for, I had no idea. I could barely focus on Peter's face. Oh, if only my vision would stop spinning…

"Oh, Edmund. Here, drink this."

A sweet, perfume scent clouded my senses and I gagged on the sudden aroma. Blinking furiously, I gasped "Lucy's cordial?! How did you –"

"Know?" Peter interrupted. "We figured that you must have been hurt bad enough to not make it out of there, Ed." His voice was soft, almost sad. "I feared the worst…"

Peter broke off as emotion ripped at his voice. He then sighed and gave me a drop of the cordial. I closed my eyes in relief as the pain vanished. But I had gone too long without nourishment in my condition, and the cordial could do very little for my fatigue. Maybe that was why my head still pounded even after I was healed.

I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped short as I heard a cry of pain on my right. It was the sound of a dying man. I didn't have time to turn my head as Peter suddenly thrust my sword into my hands and shouted "Ed, stay here!"

"TREACHERY!!!! They shot him!!! They murdered our king!!!"

"Be ready!!" Peter yelled.

"PETER!!" Caspian's cry was laced with warning, and my head kept spinning as Peter leapt out of my line of vision. There was a clash of medal, then I heard Peter cry, "Go!!" I scrambled to my feet, using the pillar to help me keep my balance. A hand grasped my shoulder, steadying me as the ground began to shake and explode around us from the Telmarine's heavy catapult fire.

"Edmund, no. You're too weak to fight. You have to stay here."

"Peter, this is no time to argue. Narnia needs me too."

"Not when you can barely stand, let alone keep your balance! Edmund, please…I can't bear to lose you again. The Narnians will understand…and so will I."

Peter's face was a mask of emotions. Anger, grief…pain. Pain for me. One look at his face told me everything he went through while I was Miraz's prisoner.

"Alright," I agreed, my voice soft. "Alright. For now, Pete. But if anything happens to you, if the battle goes ill, don't expect me to stand willingly on the sidelines."

Peter grinned slightly and crushed me in a hug. I sank back to the ground when he released me. He turned and motioned to someone, "Stay with him." Then Peter raced off, and a huge, bulgy bear stood next to me on all four paws. He bowed his big, furry brown head. "Hello, your Majesty. I am happy to see you alive. If you'll allow me, I'm here to protect you, King Edmund." His voice was low and gruff, and I could only slightly nod at the bear. Even with the help of the cordial, the pounding in my head and the dizziness still would not go away.

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The commotion around me was ear-splitting. The ground never stopped shaking. There were cries of wounded and dying soldiers. I heard Peter yell a command, but couldn't really comprehend what he had said. Countless soldiers ran past me and the battled continued with the shriek of metal hitting metal. The bear hovered close, hardly ever moving from his spot.

"Back to the How!!"

Back to the what?

"Run! Edmund! C'mon!"

I lurched to my feet, feeling the adrenaline suddenly surge through my veins. Peter grasped my arm and started to drag me with him, when we both stopped almost as soon as we had started running.

The How. The How was being attacked by the Telmarines' boulders and the whole entry way suddenly collapsed. I winced as the stones crushed a few brave Narnian soldiers. I turned to Peter as Susan came running up to us. His face hard, Peter turned back around to face the approaching marching Telmarines. He then turned back to me. "Edmund…"

"Peter, no," I said sharply, cutting him off. "I told you that if the battle goes ill, you won't expect me to stand so willingly at the sidelines."

My brother took a breath, and then he started to run. I followed with Susan and Caspian and the rest of our small Narnian army. I leaped off the stone dais, and gave the first Telmarine in my path a good kick to the chest, snatching his sword out of his hands.

But I didn't know how long I could last.

I was still too weak to be fighting, but I had to. For Peter. For Susan. For Lucy and Caspian. For Narnia. For Aslan. Every Telmarine soldier that fell under my sword made our small army another step closer to victory. But more Telmarines were marching in from all sides. I was weakening from my adrenaline rush every second and I knew it.

I suddenly reached my limit.

The Telmarine soldier I was battling noticed my falter, and took his chance. Within a split second, he disarmed me, both swords wretched from my limp grip. His sword gleamed silver in the sunlight…and slashed viciously across my chest.

I crashed to the ground in a heap of limbs and blood. I screamed in agony, the shrill shriek of my tortured soul ripping through my ears. Everything began to fade quickly and painfully. The battle no longer echoed with war cries and screams of dying soldiers, but became a muted murmur in my head. I was dying, and this time, Lucy wasn't here to save me.

"EDMUND!!!"

Susan's anguished scream was the last thing I heard before someone slammed down on the lights and the sound and then, everything was dark and quiet. The pain had vanished as if someone had ripped it from me.

It was then, in the darkness, that I heard the Great Lion roar.

There you have it!!! This will be continued don't worry. If you want the full effect of Edmund's POV when he was just sitting there in the middle of the chaos of the battle, just listen to it after Peter screams charge. It will give you a pretty good idea to what Ed was hearing.

Let me know if you guys are displeased with anything in this chapter; maybe it went too fast for you or I didn't give enough detail. That's so I can keep that in mind for future chapters.