AN: SQUUUUUEEEEEE! I love you guys that reviewed! You're amazing! Now, disclaimer time. Sadly, Edmund managed to withstand his sister's hugs, so I'm pulling out all the stops. Oh Eeeeeeedddddmmmmuuuuunnnnddd...

Ed: What?

Peter: Hello, dearest brother, I really do believe this nonsense has continued far too long and you really should just disclaim now!

Ed: I hate you both. *runs away with brother in pursuit*

Oh well, I still own nothing.

Edmund couldn't decide wether he was happier to be away from the witches camp, or more horrified to be reunited with his siblings, whom he could see standing near the foot of the hill he was on. However, looking into the amber eyes of the majestic Lion in front of him, those thoughts felt slightly insignificant.

"Welcome, son of Adam," spoke the lion, in a deep, wise voice.

"What's with the whole Son of Adam and Daughter of Eve thing?" asked Edmund.

The lion blinked.

"I mean, if we're all children of Adam and Eve, then every relationship in history has been incest, and everything would just be plain awkward. My name is Edmund, and I'm a boy, so enough with the Adam business!"

"Very well," sighed the Lion, "I suppose someone had to pick up on it eventually."

Edmund nodded. "So. You must be, I dunno, Son of Simba?"

The lion glared at him, as much as a lion can glare. "My name," he boomed, "is Aslan, ruler of Narnia."

Edmund stared unabashed at the big-cat.

Aslan heaved a sigh and continued. "I have given you your freedom, your redemption. I have forgiven your betrayal."

Edmund raised an eyebrow. "What's the catch?"

Aslan huffed. "There is no catch! My redemption is completely one-hundred percent no-strings-attached."

"Ri-i-ght," said Edmund, dragging the word out, his eyebrow disappearing under his fringe.

If lions could blush, Aslan did." I have a task for you, son of A- err, Edmund."

Edmund gave a terse nod. "Thought so."

"Your brother, Peter, is expected to lead the Narnian army to victory. He is to assume the position of High King."

"Peter? Good luck with that," Edmund snorted.

Together, lion and boy glanced down the hill where his siblings sat. Susan and Lucy were engaged in conversation. Peter had woven a daisy-chain tiara, tied his coat around his shoulders as a cloak, and was prancing around up and down the field, practicing a royal wave."

Aslan turned to the youngest Pevensie boy mournfully. "I'm very fond of my people," he sighed, voice pleading, "I can't hand them over to- to- to that!" he spat glancing at Peter.

Edmund ducked his head to swallow a laugh.

"Due to tradition of the eldest being High King, Peter will technically be the main leader," continued Aslan, "but I want you to understand... you're the brains of the operation. You are the kingmaker, and you are truly in charge. Can you promise me that?"

Edmund imagined a country run by Peter. "Oh yes," he said furtively, "when can I start?"