Disclaimer: Yes, I know I know... I can't own Narnia.

Author's Note: Last Chapter Everyone! I literally cried when I wrote it. For those of you who cry at character deaths, I'll have to warn you a tad. I promise you'll enjoy this ending.

A Taste of the East

The night was cold, even though it was nearing summer. The stars were silent, no longer singing thier songs to the land below. A cool breeze blew over the tops of trees, carrying thier scent to the tops of hills and tall towers, through cracks and windows. One widow in which Edmund lay in bed, looking up at the stars.

He had become very weary the past few hours, his forhead feeling very warm and his hands cold. He became less and less hungry and the pain he felt began to numb.

He breathed in the fresh air, filling his warm stomach relived by the coolness. He placed his hand on his heart feeling the unhealthy pulse that threatened to stop at any moment.

Edmund had insisted his siblings leave him be for the night, they did not need to worry, no matter what happened they would all be fine. Lucy was the first to leave, saying after giving him a hug that she would do anything for him, Susan was hesitant at first but then left a few minutes after Lucy, but the person who would not leave was Peter.

"Do you not respect my wishes, Peter?" Edmund had asked.

Peter only stood, looking over his younger brother with concern like he had for the past couple months, "I would never..."

Edmund smiled, "I promise this won't be the last time you see me."

Peter nodded and after a long moment of thought he said softly, "Then whom am I to disrespect my King?"

Edmund breathed in another deep breath, now feeling light headed. He felt better for only a moment before his head began to swirl again. He gasped for air noticing now that he was having trouble breathing normaly.

Suddenly a fog covered his vision followed by many black and blue dots, challenging his vision of the room. He let out a short but terrified cry, unlike the long painful ones before.

He blinked frantically trying to gain vision again while all the while trying to breath as well. He now couldn't see a thing only black and blue dots forming infront of his eyes. He sucked in another breath, his throat burning with pain.

In the midst of his panic he heard the thumps of feet running down the hall.

Call for help! , Edmund screamed in his head. He opened his mouth to find only a dry groan of fear volenteering itself to come out.

The footsteps sped up until the person in the hall was in a near sprint and before Edmund knew it he heard the sound of Peter's voice echo in the room.

"EDMUND!"

Edmund suddenly felt himself being lifted from the bed by his older brother, his unhealthy weight making it easy for Peter. He felt his head being cradled and his forehead begin to sweat. Again the paniced voice came to him.

"Edmund, Edmund! can you hear me?"

Edmund opened his soar mouth, his vocal chords burning, "I- I can't see, Peter- I've gone blind..."

"WHAT!" Peter's voice was now not only frightened but angry.

"It's okay, Pete." Edmund said, trying to calm his brother down, "I- I love you..."

There was silence for a few moments and Edmund felt his brother's tense arms relax.

"I love you too, Edmund..."

"By Jove!" Edmund suddenly exclaimed, his coudy eyes suddenly fixed on something, Peter himself couldn't see.

"What?" Peter asked following Edmund's eyes but couldn't find a thing. He looked back at Edmund who was now looking at the corner of the room, his pale skin almost radient and a smile on his pale lips. Peter screamed now extreamly terrified "EDMUND?"

Edmund's lips smiled even wider now with awe, and before he could get the words out, Peter looked in the direction he was looking and the two brothers said the word at once,

"Aslan...!"

And it was Aslan, on the other side of the room glowing a brilliant gold, his face showed the emotion of sadness as he gazed at the two brothers in eachothers arms.

Edmund was the first to speak, "Aslan, why can I see you and not anything else?"

Aslan smiled and spoke, :"Anyone can see me, even in blindness."

But Peter broke in, "Please, Aslan," He pleaded, fear and loss in his bloodshot eyes, "Have you come to take my brother from me?"

The Great Lion's eyes turned grave as he looked back, silently at Edmund, the Lion smiled softly then looked back at Peter.

"You musn't always fear for your brother, Peter. Especially when there is no need to be."

Then the Great Lion looked back down at Edmund and kissed his pale, sick forehead, "Be peaceful, my son."

The High King found himself holding his breath as he watched his brothers lips turn into a smile and his eyes slowly flutter until they closed completely, taking a deep breath. Then as he siged his body became still and all the muscles, so sear and aching before, were now relaxed and motionless.

Suddenly Peter felt a slight squeeze on his hand to see Edmund had taken ahold of it and use the rest of his energy to squeeze a goodbye. And with that, Edmund became still.

Peter's eyes grew hot and he screamed as tears streamed down his face, "EDMUND!"

He glanced up quickly, but Aslan was no longer there. Peter looked back at Edmund's cold, still face.

"Oh, Edmund..." Peter moaned placing his forehead against his brother's, "You can't go... this can't really be the end..." He sniffed and placed Edmund's hand back on the bed.

It was time to tell the girls. How in the world would he tell them? Anmd what about Lucy...? A fragile, young heart like hers would completely shatter at this news. Aslan knows how long it could take to heal... if it healed at all.

"Aslan why?" Peter cried into his hands, sobbing like a young child.

After a few moments he whiped the tears from his eyes before he stood and turned, then headed towards the door. He moved slowly making sure not to loose his footing in the dim light of the bed chamber.

Peter whipedc his eyes before reaching for the doorhandle. He twisted the golden knob and listened to the soft click of the lock opening. He sighed before he began to poen the door.

"Peter?"

The High King whirled around, and when he did he couldn't beleive who he was looking at.

"Edmund!"

And it was Edmund, but he was a different Edmund. The old Edmund had been pale, cold, stiff and hunched over in pain. But this new Edmund had colour in his cheeks and a glimmer in his bright chocolate eyes, now restored with sight, and he was standing straight up right, his shoulders back. Peter let go of the door knob and ran to embrace his brother.

"Oh Edmund!" Peter cried, "I thought for sure I had lost you for good!" He let go to see that Edmund's eyes were filling with tears as well.

"I thought I lost you as well, Pete," Edmund said, his voice now deeper and stronger. It was no longer a voice of a terrified child but of a strong young man.

And so it was then Susan and Lucy were called in and the siblings became embraced in a giant hug, then they all sat as Edmund and Peter told them of the miracle that Aslan had done.

And the two brothers then fell asleep in the early morning to the smell of the last Zetopia flowers begining to close, on a blanket in the gardens.

The End