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A/N: So here we go with another chapter. I don't think that some of the stuff in here goes in here… but there's really nothing I can do about it because if I do, the chapters will be shorter… Sad face. But that's okay. I guess I'll just end up with the same amount of chapters.

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Susan pulled back the string in her bow tightly with an arrow between her fingers. Letting the string snap back to its original position the arrow flew towards the target in the flat grass field. It hit in the second one from the bull's-eye. "Nice shot Su," Lucy said with an impressed look, but Susan looked unsatisfied.

Kaylee smiled evilly and grabbed an extra bow from the stacks of weapons lying near her. Loading an arrow she took aim and fired. The arrow flew through the air and hit the center of the bull's-eye. "How did you learn to do that?" Susan asked, mouth open in surprise.

"Summer camp," she shrugged. All three laughed and just then Edmund and Peter came riding in on horses.

"Come on, Ed. Sword point up! Like Oreius showed us!" Peter told the younger boy. Kaylee had laid her bow down and look over at Peter. He was smiling. Actually smiling. His hair blew in the breeze and Kaylee found herself mesmerized. She could take her eyes off him. She grinned lightly and bit her lip.

"I see your having a good look at my brother," Susan whispered in her ear.

Startled she turned to face the other girl. "What- I- I- What? I don't know what you are talking about," she stuttered none too convincingly.

"Yeah, right," Susan said skeptical. "I've seen you. You look at him every time he's turned around. Come on. Tell the truth. What's changed?"

Kaylee looked at her and feeling defeated she sighed, "I don't know, Susan. About a year ago I started to look at him different and now I just…. I don't know what it is I'm feeling but it's different than before."

"Why don't you tell him?"

"Tell him what?"

"That you're in love with him."

"I don't think so."

"So you are in love with him."

"I didn't say that," Kaylee retorted, lying through her teeth. Susan had caught her in a lie and she knew it. The only slightly younger girl (though Kaylee often wondered about her age) gave her a look that said, 'Do not lie to me.' She swallowed then continued, "I just don't want to ruin our friendship and make it awkward."

"What makes you think he doesn't feel the same way?"

"I just know, ok?"

Before Susan could protest this statement, Beaver ran in frantic. "Peter! The White Witch has called a meeting with Aslan! She's on her way now!" Peter exchanged worried glances with Edmund and Kaylee felt her face lose most of its color. She felt lightheaded and didn't know whether she wanted to faint, vomit or a combination of the two. However, she didn't have time to do either because Susan grabbed her elbow and all five of the kids ran towards the tents to meet the Witch.

"Go back to where you came from, Witch!" she heard a creature yell as she entered the vicinity of the camp.

When she stopped running, she found that she was standing on the very end of the army near her tent watching the Witch approach with several of her servants. Many of the Narnians were yelling similar things to the creature that had yelled before, but Kaylee had no courage to do so. The urge to empty her stomach contents all over the lawn seemed to hit her again, but she swallowed it down. She wouldn't give the Witch the satisfaction. Jadis was carried in by four ogres on a throne. She looked over at the five children and her eyes widened. "You should be dead!" she said to Kaylee. She eyes traveled over the other four and turned back to Aslan. "And why are there five children? There should only be four!"

"The third Daughter of Eve is here as part of a second prophecy. One that was apparently unbeknownst to you, for if it was, she would surely be dead," Aslan told her in a very final and matter-of-fact tone. A second prophecy? Kaylee thought. I wonder what it's about.

The Witch was stunned by this, but quickly got over her shock and said, "I should have killed you when I had the chance. No matter. You belong to me and soon will be dead."

"You hurt her again and you will pay," Peter said, pulling out his sword.

Kaylee ran over and grabbed Peter's arm. "No! Don't, Peter," she warned. His eyes flicked over to the girl beside him, but his arm did not fall. "Not yet. Aslan will take care of her." At this he lowered his weapon but did not take his glaring eyes from the Witch's form.

Aslan growled menacingly. "She belongs to no one."

"She is a traitor!" the Witch argued.

"She has committed no offense against you nor us" Aslan replied. "Her blood is clean."

"But the boy's is not! His blood is my property!" Kaylee wrapped her arm protectively around Edmund and he took hold of this small comfort. Normally Edmund didn't approve of showing physical affection, but this time he would make an exception.

"Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written," he said.

"Then you'll know very well that every traitor belongs to me."

"His offense was not against you."

"If the deep magic is not fulfilled all of Narnia will be over turned and parish in fire and water. That boy will die upon the Stone Table! As is traditioned." Kaylee shook her head. No! Edmund would NOT be a sacrifice! Aslan wouldn't allow it… would he? But Kaylee had not known the Lion long enough to know what he would or wouldn't allow. Maybe he would have to let Edmund die…

Aslan pondered this and then said solemnly, "I shall talk with you alone." And both went into the Lion's tent.

All of them sat there for two hours before they both emerged again. Edmund was nervously picking the grass beneath his feet and Kaylee was staring blankly into space. Lucy was staring intently at the entrance to the tent as if she stared at it long enough they would have to come out. Susan was glancing worriedly at Edmund every few seconds and Peter kept looked between all of his siblings, Kaylee and the tent. Finally the flap opened up and both the Lion and the Witch emerged, the Witch looking slightly triumphant. Anything that makes her happy cannot be good, Kaylee though nervously. Getting up, the five looked hopefully at Aslan as the Witch began walking towards Edmund but quickly turned away. "She has renounced her claim on the Son of Adam's blood," he announced and the crowd cheered.

"How do I know your promise will be kept?" she asked, but Aslan merely roared and she left. The crowd cheered again and went over to Edmund to tell him how happy they were.

~CON~CON~CON~

Later that night, Kaylee was sitting up on a hill alone. It was nearing sunset and she'd been up there for a while. Her knees were pulled up to her chest as she gazed towards the sun sinking low on the horizon though she was hardly seeing anything. Her eyes were glazed and she didn't notice the boy that had ventured up there behind her. "Hey," the voice belonging to the boy said. She jumped, and turned to look at her guest. It was Peter. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to see if you're okay. You've been up here for a while."

"Yeah. I'm fine. And it's okay," she answered monotonic.

"No, you're not," he stated sitting down beside her. "What's bothering you?" She looked at him and shook her head as if telling him she wasn't going to answer. "Come on. Please. What are you thinking about? Maybe I can help."

"Just…a lot about what's happened the past few days. About how many times any of us could have died." Her eyes left his concerned gaze and watched an ant crawl beneath her shoes. She paused for a minute then said, "What do you think happens back at home if you die here?"

"Now, I don't want to think about that," Peter said sternly. "You're not dead. None of us are. You're just worried. And after all you've been through you should be. I get it."

"No, you don't." She looked at him finally. "You don't know what it's like. Knowing you're going to die. Know someone you love may die because of your mistakes. Watching them get hurt because of something you did…"

"Actually I do," he said angrily as he stood up. How could she even think that he didn't know what that felt like? "You don't think that my heart broke when you told me to leave you there? You told me to keep my family safe, well Kaylee you are a part of that family. You don't think my soul literally died when I saw you unconscious in Orieus's arms, covered in blood and Edmund wasn't there? When the Witch came today, I was terrified that Aslan wouldn't be able to help Ed and she would kill him. I left you. I let you get kidnapped. I didn't do anything to stop it." He paused for a breath. Kneeling down, he lifted up her chin to find she had been crying. Gently wiping away her tears he told her, "I would have died if either of you or Edmund were killed." She launched herself into his arms and began sobbing, letting the tears roll freely down her cheeks. Peter found tears forming in his eyes as well. "I promise you, we will all get home safely. No one is going to die," he said through tears. "I promise you that."

The light began to disappear entirely, and Kaylee said, "We should get back. The others will be wondering where we are."

Peter nodded. Just tell her, he thought desperately. "Kaylee," he said.

"Yeah?" she said turning around.

"I… I…" But as he opened his mouth he found he couldn't do it. So he made something up, "I should help you on those rocks. They're steep." Kaylee nodded and he walked over to help her.

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"I wish they would just admit it to each other!" Susan said desperately. Both her and Edmund had been spying on them at the bottom of the hill to see if anything would spark. Unfortunately for those two, nothing did so it was quite boring from where they were sitting.

"Admit what?" Edmund wondered.

"That they're in love with each other!" Susan nearly shouted. "I mean, you can plainly see it! And both of them seem to think that the other doesn't feel the same way! It's just stupid!"

"Geez Susan calm down," Edmund smirked.

"How can I calm down? They both look at each other! I can tell they both want it to happen but neither have the guts to! It's so frustrating! Ahh! I just want to do it for them!"

"You sound like me," Edmund said.

"And you sound like me." She sighed. "I guess I should calm down." She took a deep breath and then continued. "Come on. Let's get back to camp so they don't know we were spying on them."

Edmund nodded and then said, "I've been meaning to ask you, is this why you ordered Peter to let Kaylee sleep in our tent?"

"No," Susan said. "My reasoning was exactly what I told Peter. But that was a good idea. Why didn't I think of that?" and they both emerged from their hiding spot.

~CON~CON~CON~

Peter awoke with a start. "Be still, my Princes. I bring grave news from your sisters," the woman said. Well she wasn't really a woman, more like a woman figure made of flower petals. But that was hardly the point. She did indeed bring terrible news that almost made Peter's heart stop. She had told them that Aslan was dead. He was stunned. Aslan? Dead? Whatever was he going to do?

Waking Kaylee, he told her all he had discovered. Moving with him outside, she stood amazed. Aslan sacrificed himself for Edmund. That's why she didn't want Edmund anymore, she thought. She got someone better than a future king… She watched as Edmund gazed blankly at the ground as if he could hardly understand let alone accept what had just happened. Peter had entered and existed Aslan's tent and when he was satisfied that they lady was telling the truth he said, "She's right. He's gone." He leaned on the table with maps coating it and hunched his back.

"Then you'll have to lead us," Edmund told him.

"I can't!" he protested.

"Aslan believed you could! And so do I," he argued back.

"Me too, Peter," Kaylee added.

"How can you say that? I'm not like Aslan! I can't be brave or courageous! I'm- I'm just a kid." Peter hung his head in an almost ashamed way and shook his head.

Kaylee sighed and began to speak. "Peter, bravery isn't measured in how much stupid stuff you're willing to do! It's admitting you're afraid. And willing to help out even when you think it's hopeless. It's taking care of your family and putting your life on the line to help them. It's when you put others lives in front of your own. That's real bravery," Kaylee told him.

"The Witch's army is nearing Sire," Oreius said. "What are your orders?"

Peter thought about this, looked from Edmund to Kaylee, then said with an alarming amount of strength, "Prepare for battle."

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A/N: And that's probably where I ended it before… But there's really nothing I can do about it… So even after a year or two my mind still wants to work the same… Crap. Oh well, review if you want to!