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There are only a few more chapters after this; I'll end the story quite soon after the final scene from The Voyage of The Dawn Treader.

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

A few hours later, I had my arms wrapped around Edmund's waist and my head on his shoulder, as we leant against the railing on the small balcony outside Caspian's cabin, relaxing in the warm sun. Caspian sat inside the cabin, at his desk, where the three swords lay.

"We should get to Ramandu's island by evening with the speed that Eustace is flying at," I relayed the information Drinian told me before I entered the cabin, about half an hour ago.

"So the other swords should be there," Edmund nodded.

Caspian, however, just picked up one of the swords and looked at it wistfully.

"We can't be sure the other lords even made it to Ramandu's island," he said.

I looked at Edmund with worry creasing my brow, before back at Caspian.

"They must have; Aslan would have made sure we're not on the wrong path."

Caspian just set the sword down and got to his feet, before leaning against his desk, facing us with a goblet of honeyed mead in his grasp.

"So, how're you both now?"

"If you're referring to the argument, we're both over it," Edmund replied, a grin on his face.

"But if you ever do anything like that again," I warned him.

"I won't accuse you of anything."

"I was referring to the kiss on deck."

"Oh, so you don't like my kissing?"

"I never said that."

"But you hinted at it."

"I did not!"

"Are you sure?"

"Watch it, mister, or you'll find yourself in hot water again very quickly."

Caspian began roaring with laughter at our bickering, especially when Edmund tried to kiss me again. I leaned back with my hands on his chest, pushing him away from me.

"Not in public!" I screeched, slapping his chest.

"But we're not in public," Edmund smirked.

"Caspian," I gestured to the King.

"I don't mind," Caspian waggled his eyebrows at me to show he was joking.

"Pervert," I muttered, untangling myself from Edmund's arms.

Edmund slapped my bum as I walked away from him, causing me to jump in the air with a yell. I sent him a glare over my shoulder as I walked out of the cabin, ignoring the raucous laughter of the two perverted Kings.

Hours later, I stood on deck with a broad smile on my face; we had finally reached Ramandu's Island.

The island was huge, with trees covering every section and waterfalls pouring off almost every ridge.

"It looks beautiful," I breathed, looking at the birds that flew off the trees.

"We made it," Lucy smiled at me.

We walked across the island, all on our guard since night had fallen. Edmund had the sense to bring his torch with him, and he used it to light up the path we all walked along.

As we strode along the stone bridge, the light from the torch illuminated the broken stone ravens that sat at regular intervals.

I was slightly scared of them and instinctively moved closer to Edmund, who squeezed my hand reassuringly.

Soon, we walked under a large tree, that's roots had split into two and formed a large archway over our heads.

Through the archway, and in a clearing surrounded by tall trees, stood a long table, made of stone and full of fresh food.

"Mmm, food," Tavros made to go forwards, as we walked around the table, but Drinian stopped him.

"Wait."

"What's this?" I questioned as I walked closer to the edge of the table.

There were three large silhouettes at the end, one at the top and two on either side of the first. Edmund shone his torch in the direction of the silhouettes, but as the light reached them, I saw that they were, in fact, three old men – their beards and hair overgrown, and all covering in tree branches.

I was so shocked to see them that I jolted backwards with a slight cry. Lucy and Caspian spun around and unsheathed their swords, pointing them at the three men.

Slowly, Caspian and Edmund walked towards the three men, keeping their swords ready for anything.

Caspian, after looking at the three men, pointed his sword at one of the men's hands, more specifically, his ring.

"Lord Revilian," he murmured, before turning to look at one of the other rings. "Lord Mavramorn."

Lucy reached forwards and gently moved some of the hair away from one of the men's foreheads.

"Lord Argoz," Caspian confirmed in a grim tone.

The Lord Argoz took a breath in, causing Lucy to jump back and Caspian to lean forwards, out of curiosity.

"He's breathing."

I looked around at the other two and saw they were the same.

"This one is as well," I answered, exchanging a confused look with Edmund, before he replied with "So are they."

"They look like...like they're in a comatose," I said, looking at the three lords.

"Or a spell," Edmund added grimly.

Caspian thought for a moment, before turning around with a yell.

"It's the food!"

Tavros, who was about to eat an apple, dropped it, as the crewmembers all took a step away from the table.

"Hey," Edmund's call got my attention. "It's the stone knife."

He directed the torch to shine its beam of light onto an old knife, covered in roots.

"This is Aslan's table."

"The swords," Caspian muttered, reaching for the nearest Lord.

In a rush, we all grabbed a sword and held them, before an idea sprung to my mind.

"He said to lay them at the table of Aslan," I explained.

"Put them down," Caspian nodded.

Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and I all put the swords we had found onto the table, however, there weren't enough.

"That's six," Edmund said.

"We're still missing one," Caspian replied, crestfallen.

I took Edmund's hand in mine and squeezed it reassuringly.

Then, the swords began to glow a bright blue, as a blue light began to shine from above.

"Look!" Lucy yelled, looking up at the sky and taking a step back.

I followed her lead and saw a blue light was floating down from the sky, growing bigger as it began to reach the ground. Once it reached the earth, it glowed even brighter, before forming the shape of a young woman. A very pretty young woman.

Caspian, Edmund, Lucy and I all took a few steps towards the woman, away from the table.

"Travellers of Narnia, welcome," the woman's voice seemed to echo, as the crew bowed down on one knee to her. "Arise."

Slowly, and silently, the men rose from their bows.

"Are you not hungry?" she asked, a tone of laughter in her voice.

"Who are you?" Edmund asked the question that was playing on everyone's mind.

"Lilliandil, daughter of Ramandu," she answered, walking towards us. "I am your guide."

Edmund shared a smile with Caspian, before we stepped forwards to meet Lilliandil.

"You're a star," Caspian commented, a smile playing on his lips, as the star nodded. "You are most beautiful."

"If it is a distraction for you, I can change form," she replied, very serious.

This, however, was obviously awful news to Edmund and Caspian, since they yelled "No!" with utmost horror lining their voices.

I jabbed Edmund in his ribs sharply with my elbow, causing him to cry out in slight pain, before stalking off to stand beside Lucy, who just rolled her eyes at the men.

I felt awful; Edmund had already betrayed me once, and he seemed to wish do it again, this time, for another woman. Lucy, understanding my anger towards her brother, rubbed my arm gently, before we both turned back to listen to Lilliandil.

"Please, the food is for you," she lifted her arm and the candles lit. "There is enough for all who are welcome at Aslan's table, always. Help yourselves."

The men were about to reach forwards, when Edmund stopped them.

"Wait – what happened to them," he gestured to the three Lords.

"These poor men were half mad by the time they reached these shores, they were threatening violence upon each other; violence is forbidden at the table of Aslan, so they were sent to sleep."

"Will they ever wake?" Lucy asked.

"When all is put right," the star smiled at the young Queen. "Come, there is little time."

She began to walk along a small path, so we followed her – Caspian seeming to want to keep close behind her, whilst Edmund followed behind slowly.

Lilliandil walked along the path, through the trees, until she reached a stone platform, which looked out to sea.

"The magician, Coriakin, told you of Dark Island?"

"He did," I replied, as we drew up to stand with Lilliandil.

I held back a gasp as I realised that we were looking upon Dark Island – it looked like it was overflowing with pure evil, and appeared to be made of thick grey mist, with green light glowing from within. The mist was slowly seeping away from the island and further into the sea.

"Before long, the evil will be unstoppable."

"Coriakin said to break the spell, we would need to lay the seven swords at Aslan's table," Caspian informed her.

"He speaks the truth."

"But we only found six; do you know where the seventh is?" Edmund asked her.

"In there," Lilliandil pointed towards Dark Island. "You will need great courage."

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I thought of the possibilities of what could be lying in wait for us inside the island.

"Now waste no time," the star turned back to face us, before looking at me and grasping my hand. "I mean no barrier to form between the two of you."

Smiling in respond to her smile, I tightened my grip on her hand slightly, telling her that I understood, before she let go.

"I hope we meet again," Caspian admitted.

With a shy smile, Lilliandil nodded her head to him. "Good bye."

Glowing brighter than ever before, Lilliandil transformed back into a star and shot back into the heavens to watch over us.

"We should get back," Lucy said, breaking my chain of thoughts.

I nodded, and was about to follow, when Edmund caught my hand.

"Can I talk to you, for a moment?" he asked.

Lucy subtly ushered Caspian back down the path, leaving me on my own with Edmund.

"I didn't mean to..."

"I know."

Edmund seemed slightly shocked at my response.

"You do?"

I nodded, thinking of my silent conversation with Lilliandil, before answering.

"Lilliandil, she told me she would not come between us."

I barely had time to finish my sentence, as Edmund caught me up in a tight hug, one that I returned with just as much enthusiasm.

"I love you, and I swear, I will love no one else," he murmured in my ear.

"I do too," I replied, kissing his temple. "And besides, it's obvious; Lilliandil prefers Caspian to you."

With a laugh, Edmund tightened his grip on me, and then kissed my lips briefly.

"We really should get back now," I smiled.

Keeping his hand tightly wound in mine, we walked back along the path, to where Caspian and Lucy stood, talking to Rhince and Drinian.

Lucy sent me a questioning glance; one that I replied with a smile, telling her all was sorted.

Later that evening, I was pacing in my cabin, with Edmund sitting on my bed.

"But everything could go wrong; I could lose Lucy, or Caspian, or Gael, or even you!" I cried, throwing my arms into the air.

"Alena, nothing will go wrong," Edmund sighed.

"But something could!" I argued back.

Edmund groaned and lay back on the bed. With a sigh, I copied him and lay on the bed beside him, cuddling into his side.

"I'm sorry for getting you worked up," I apologised.

We wrapped an arm around me, he kissed my forehead.

"I was just like you before my first battle."

I tilted my head to look at him in confusion.

"Battle?"

"That's the conclusion Caspian and I have been coming up with, and it's the only one so far..." he trailed off.

"Ed?"

He didn't reply but got to his feet and began pacing instead, so I swung my legs over the bed and sat there, watching him

"Edmund? Are you alright?"

"Look Alena," he seemed nervous. "Do you love me?"

"Pardon?"

"Do you love me?" he repeated, looking at me earnestly.

"Yes, of course," I answered, before he took a few steps closer to the bed and crushed his mouth onto mine.

I knelt up on the bed to stop him from stooping and kissed him back, just as fervently. However, he broke the kiss suddenly and looked at me, keeping his hands on my cheeks.

"Edmund, what - ?"

"Marry me."

I nearly fell over when he said that. He pulled a ring out of the leather pouch hanging off his belt. The ring was made of white gold, with a large diamond in the centre, a sapphire either side of it and four more smaller diamonds beside the sapphires.

"Ed?"

"Listen Alena, I love you, and you love me, and I know we're still young; you're eighteen and I'm nineteen, but we can wait a few years to get married," he tried to reason.

"Yes."

"And, I know it's sudden, but something bad might – pardon?"

I giggled at his expression as he processed my words.

"Yes," I nodded, smiling through my tears. "I will marry you."

A large grin slowly formed on his face, before he launched himself at me in tight hug. Laughing, we fell backwards onto the bed, where he kissed me deeply. When we broke, he unclasped his fist, which was still holding the ring.

"May I?"

I held my left hand out and Edmund slid the ring onto my fourth finger – the metal felt cool on my skin.

"When did you get it?" I asked him, gazing at the ring on my finger.

"The day we went to the market, when I went off to look for some private stuff," he replied.

"So you've had it for weeks?" I looked at him incredulously.

"It was worth the wait."

"I love you," I smiled, feeling tears burn in my eyes.

"I love you too," he replied, kissing my forehead gently.

They're getting married! Moreover, it's getting close to the end of the story!

I hope you like this, but I am sorry for the delay in posting!

Thanks for reading,

Alexandra.