Bah, I am completely horrible! I really should be updating my other story, but I swear that that chapter just refuses to be written. I have tried three different approaches to it, and none of them seem right. So, I decided to give that a break, and to update this one instead.

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Now, on with part two!

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia. If I did, there would be more written about the Golden Age, and not just one book.

Hey Pete,

Just writing to you give you the weekly news, and to see how you are faring.

Mom is doing okay, though I can hear her at night crying. I've tried to comfort her, but the only thing that will completely comfort her is you and dad coming home from the war, safe and sound.

Susan and Lucy are a bit better. They understand why you've done this, and they think the world of you for it. Lucy's conned me into reading her bedtime stories like you used to. She told me to tell you the next time I wrote that you had better come home soon because, apparently, I'm not the best storyteller.

I'm am making out okay. It is hard to be the man of the house at times, especially since it's such a huge role to fill. Please come home soon, Pete. Lu, Su and I need our Magnificent, High King back.

How are you doing? Also, don't even try to lie to me again, Peter. After all the time that we've spent in Narnia, I've learned how to read between the lines. I know that you aren't as fine as you are saying, but I just keep that to myself. There is no need to worry the girls.

Don't do anything stupid Pete. We all want you to come back home.

Miss you so much, that it is not even describable.

Love,

Your brother, Edmund, the Just King.

Putting down his pencil, Edmund carefully folded up the letter, and sealed it in an envelope. Walking downstairs, he quickly told his mother where he was going, before grabbing his coat and walking out into the spring air.

Six months.

It had been six months since Peter had received the call that took him away from a family that cared so deeply for him.

As he made his journey to the post office, Edmund thoughts of all this things that Peter had done for him started to flash through his mind, like a slide show.

Peter teaching him to play cricket.

Peter teaching him how to improve his sword fighting.

Peter standing up to the bullies that Edmund used to hang around with.

Peter forgiving him for his betrayal.

The wave of sadness that he had been keeping at bay, for the sake of his sisters and mother, hit Edmund so hard that he had to stop.

Peter was his hero. He needed him to come back. If he didn't, well, that wasn't even a possibility.

Taking a few minutes to collect himself, and to let out his emotions, Edmund started walking again. He thought about what Peter had told him after their battle with the White Witch. Peter had come to check on him.

"Ed, are you alright?" Peter asked, poking his head in the door so that he could see into Edmund's room. He could see that Edmund was lying on his bed with his back to the door.

"I'm fine, Peter," Edmund replied, not looking at him.

Not really believing that, Peter stepped into his brothers room and gently shut the door. Sure, they had had their problems, but Edmund was still his brother, and Peter knew him well enough to know when he was lying.

"Edmund, I know you better than that," Peter said, sitting on the edge of his brother's bed. "You were really quiet at supper."

Edmund gave no reply.

"Susan and Lucy are worried about you," Peter said, and then continued, "And so am I."

Edmund didn't say anything and silence fell between them. After a minute of debating with himself, Edmund turned so that he was facing Peter, with tears running down his cheeks.

Shocked, Peter just looked at him before gently touching Edmund's shoulder. That shock soon turned to worry. The last time Edmund had cried, was after the bombing happened.

"Ed, what's wrong?" Peter asked, staring at his brother.

Edmund just stared at his brother. Looking into his eyes, all he saw was concern and worry. Rubbing at his face in a desperate attempt to get rid of the tears, Edmund sat up on his bed.

"I'm sorry, Peter," Edmund said, "I don't even know why I am so upset. I'm a king now, I should be stronger than this."

Peter just pulled Edmund into a hug, which Edmund to responded too.

"Oh, Ed, after everything that has happened, no one would blame you for being upset," Peter said, pulling away and looking Edmund straight in the eye. "It is better to let out that emotion, instead of keeping it bottled up. Otherwise, you are doing yourself more harm than good, and that emotion could come out at someone who doesn't deserve it."

"I supposed you are right," Edmund replied, looking back at Peter, "But you don't seem upset about this."

Grinning at him, Peter grabbed his brother's hand and all but dragged him from the bed. "Come on, I have something to show you."

When they walked into Peter's room, Edmund was stunned. It was a complete mess.

"Did you do this?" Edmund asked, his brain refusing to accept what his eyes showed him.

"I did," Peter said, before looking at Edmund, "This is what happens when you try to bottle up your emotions, Ed."

Nodding, Edmund gave one more glance around the room before giving his brother a small smile. Peter raised an eyebrow in question.

"I wonder what emotion Susan will show once she sees this mess," Edmund said, giving a small laugh as Peter's face went slack from the thought.

"Maybe I better start cleaning," Peter said before attacking his room in hopes of getting it back in order before their oldest sister was able to see it.

"You taught me many things over our years in Narnia, Pete," Edmund said quietly to himself as he walked in the door.

After buying a stamp, Edmund carefully set the letter on top of a growing number of letters and packages that were to be sent out to the deployed troops. Above the box that held these letters and packages, was a poster of a soldier with the words Fighting For Our Freedom, below him.

Turning away from the poster, Edmund couldn't help but wonder how something that was supposed to be so great, could cause so much pain. Of course he knew that freedom was worth it, but it took someone, from not just him but from thousands of people, that were deeply cared for. Those families wouldn't feel freedom until their loved ones were safe and sound back at home. Yet, some of those families would never see their loved ones alive again.

As he walked out of the post office, and down the street, something that Peter had written him flashed across his mind.

He had told him that 'that's what brothers are for. To protect the ones they care about.'.

So, that's the second part of my three-shot. I am doing this story by each verse in the song. So, just let me know what you thought! Also, if any of you have heard the song, what do you think? Personally, I love it. Also, do you think that I am capturing the mood of the song? Anyways, till next time!

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