Time for fun seemed to have ended when the task of writing the challenge became noticed. I agreed to have Ed help me write it. After all, he is Narnia's best diplomat. He had to remain sitting, though. His strength had dwindled down from all the running around we had done at the picnic. I didn't blame him, nor would I take any privileges away. He seemed generally exhausted.

Despite that fact, I have to admit, it felt so good to be able to talk to Edmund again. It feels as though I haven't talked to him in years. Really, it's only been a year. A really long year. I still find it hard to believe I've done so much damage in just one year. The higher you are the harder you fall, right?

"Peter, are you okay?" Ed asked me suddenly. Or I think suddenly, yet there is that possibility that he was talking the whole time and I didn't notice until now. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and shot a smile at my concerned little brother.

"I'm fine, Ed. Oh Aslan, I don't deserve you. You can't stand right now and you're asking me if I'm okay." I told him. He gave a perturbed look and continued to write.

"You know, I can stand if I had to," He informed me in a stubborn tone. "After all, I am a King of Narnia. I have to be able to stand up for my people." I don't think will ever understand how proud I am of him. My chest feels as though it is about to explode and I cannot wipe my grin off my face.

"I know," I replied. The look on his face was priceless, caught between anger, confusion, and happiness. My smile dropped a bit, and I looked into Ed's chocolate brown eyes. "Ed, I really am sorry."

I didn't miss the dark look that came upon his face for a split second and then was gone, or the many emotions churning inside his eyes that flew away from my own blue gaze to stare at anything else. My stomach clenched and my throat dried.

"Peter, you weren't yourself. You were going through some rough times, and lost your way a bit. The past is the past, Pete," Ed replied in a strangled way. "Really, I thought we were done apologizing,"

"I know, but-"

"No buts, Peter. Really, it's okay. Don't you remember it was me who used to be the beast? Or is your old man brain too old to remember?" He taunted.

"You never hit me." I deadpanned.

"I gave a few good shoves." He pointed out, but I shook my head.

"There is a huge difference between what you had done and what I had." I told him grimly. He huffed. Putting down the parchment, he slowly, shakily climbed to his feet. I didn't want to stress him out, so I walked up to him. He pulled me into a tight hug. I returned it a bit more gently, for I could feel the tremors racking his body.

"Yeah," He whispered. "I almost got you killed." My eyes widened and I pulled him away so I could look him in the eye.

"You realized your mistake and saved us! Bloody Hell, Ed, you died for us!" I reminded him. He got a dark look in his eyes.

"No, I didn't." He replied. To this day, Ed doesn't truly believe he died, but his heart did stop. He was gone for a minute and seven horrible seconds. I will never forget how pale and still he looked. My heart squeezed and stomach clenched at the thought.

"Ed, I don't know what I'm looking for, but I wish you would tell me something that would make me feel better." I told him sadly. He nodded.

"Peter, I will tell you, from experience, guilt is the hardest emotion to deal with. You'll want to rip yourself in half and pull your brain and heart out. It's a constant bugging. You have to grow past it. Learn to accept it." He leaned forward and put his warm forehead on mine.

"Did you grow past it?" I asked. He let out a deep breath and looked into my eyes.

"No," He answered softly. "What I did caused so much pain and sorrow and death. I feel responsible for all of it. Although, the guilt I feel and the guilt you feel is different. We will heal on our own rate. I have accepted it. Now, I have to grow past it, and have it no longer consume me."

"I know that you can." I told him because I truly believed he could. He smiled a warm smile and his eyes lit with that loving look I was so used to.

"Thank you, Peter." He sighed. He looked so tired.

"I think you should go and rest a bit." I suggested.

"Yeah, probably." He breathed; he removed his forehead from mine.

"We'll finish this later." I told him, collecting the supplies and parchment.

"Are we good now, Peter?" Edmund asked. I smiled.

"Always." I answered.

"You are my king, my brother, and I love you and honor you." He told me. I felt tears prickle my eyes, but, for Ed's sake, held them back. I grabbed him for another tight hug. I'd be lying if I say I didn't hold him like our mother held us when we were sick or upset. That thought brought back the fact that Ed was sick. We didn't know what with or how or even why. I helped him back to his sleeping area and settled him down gently. Unsurprisingly, Ed's eyes fluttered shut almost immediately.

"I love you, Edmund." I whispered.

This chapter is about Ed and Peter finally forgiving each other. No more hard feelings. Yay! Don't worry, though. More to come!