Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed!! I am so very pleased will all of your reviews!! They make me happy and inspire me to keep writing. I have been contemplating for a long time what should happen to Edmund when we reach this point in the story. And I'm sorry about the long wait, but I've been very busy with classes and work. I hope no one is disappointed!! No one has been so far, and I hope it stays that way.

A lot of you are freaking out though and claiming that I have killed our dear, precious King Edmund. That makes me happy and sad all at the same time. Happy because you guys are enjoying this story and showing sympathy to the characters. And sad because you lot freak out. *sigh* I would give you all a straight out answer, but you're just going to have to read, dear reviewers.

JediMasterMiraxHorn: All I have to say to your hint is…well done! See…I've been throwing in hints this whole time and someone finally caught on!!!

ekp95m: Thank you so much! I was hoping that this chapter would turn out good. It took me a while to figure out how Peter would react to Edmund's fall this time, due to his reaction with what happened with the White Witch in the first movie.

Any words that are in italics without quotation marks are thoughts.

Edmund's POV

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

Before I knew it, an enormous paw gently pushed me to the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of my lungs.

Hold on a second, wasn't I already on the ground??

Once I regained my breath, I quickly stood on my feet. It was then that I realized that the pain had vanished, as well as the dizziness in my head and fatigue. I could feel the familiar weight of my crown on my head. Looking down, I was amazed to see that I was garbed in my royal Narnian finest.

There was a rumbling purr next to me and I turned to see Aslan gazing up at me. Behind him flowed the mighty river, flocked by several thousands of Narnian and Telmarines soldiers.

"Edmund!"

My head whipped around at the familiar voice. The cry had come from Lucy. She was standing next to Susan, grasping her older sister's arm and staring up at me in shock. Both their faces were pale.

"Is that…could it be…? Edmund?"

Peter.

My gaze turned towards my brother. He was covered in blood and holding a figure in his arms. He rose, and turned the rest of the way around, giving me a glimpse of who he was carrying. I took half a startled step back in shock. My brother was carrying me, but I was standing right here.

"Aslan, am I dead?" I asked the Great Lion, wretching my gaze away from my body to look at Him. The Lion's eyes were sad.

"Not quite, dear one," He spoke softly. "You were called here to help restore peace and freedom to Narnia. And you have achieved that without fail. But now is not your time, Edmund, my son. I told you and your brother and sisters that your wisdom may guide us until the stars rain down from the heavens."

Susan let out a wet laugh, her face breaking into a smile. "This can't be possible…" she muttered, exchanging a look with Peter, whose eyes had gone wide. Lucy's face was wet with tears, but her eyes were full of hope.

"The greatest among all Kings of High Kings in Narnia shall rise again, Queen Susan," Aslan said to her, before turning his gaze to me. Then, Aslan opened his Jaws and raised His Head to breathe upon me. A sweet scent clouded my mind. I could feel myself being pulled away, and suddenly, darkness was all I could see.

Then came the pain.

I jerked in someone's hold. There was a strangled gasp above me and the chattering of many voices.

"Oh, Aslan! Thank you, Aslan!"

"Edmund!"

"He's alive, I can't believe it…."

"Lucy, Lucy, your cordial, quickly."

There was a sweet taste on my tongue, and I knew no more.

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Consciousness greedily pulled at my mind, bringing me unmercifully out of the comforting darkness. I could feel the pillows and sheets and the warmth that surrounded me, but those comforts couldn't reach deep enough to fight off the abuse my body had suffered.

All my other senses were too clouded from sleep even though my mind was wide awake. I laid there, and waited until I could faintly sense a light weight near my feet, and an even lighter weight closer to my head at my right. Someone was dabbing my face and neck with a cool cloth and murmuring soft nonsense I couldn't understand.

I slowly regained control over the rest of my senses, but my eyelids were too heavy to lift. The aroma of flowers, most likely daffodils and roses, tickled my nose along with the scent of firewood. I meant to sneeze, but due to my exhaustion, my breath rushed out of my nose in a soft huff.

There was movement next to me, "Edmund!"

"Hush, Lu, not so loud…Edmund?"

"Ed? Open your eyes? Please?"

Peter.

Keeping my eyes closed, I turned my head in the direction of his voice. "Peter…" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt his calloused hand on my forehead, brushing away a few strands of my hair lingering there.

"Hush, Ed. You're safe now."

"Where are we?"

"The Telmarine castle," answered Susan, grasping my left hand. "You've been out for three days, we thought you'd never wake up, but your fever's finally come down…"

Susan's voice faded as real sleep was finally tugging at my mind, beckoning me into the welcoming darkness.

"Ed?"

Peter's voice was distant…

"Let him sleep. He hasn't had real rest in days."

"It's okay, Edmund," Lucy whispered in my ear. "Rest now, we won't leave you…"

I greedily accepted the darkness, relieved to finally have a chance to sleep.

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Sorry that was so short, but I wanted to make it clear that Edmund was alive before we move forward. Sadly, the next chapter is possibly going to be the last. You all can breathe now. I did not kill our precious Edmund. It took me a while to figure out what Aslan would say, but I hope it all flowed together for you guys.

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