Peter carried Edmund through the halls of their dormitory, both without out a shirt exposing their many scars, mostly Peters. He had a scar down his arm from the giants; another down his back from when he was captured and by the Witches' remaining followers and one in which his own brother had inflicted upon him. It was an accident, but Edmund had never forgiven himself for it.

One after noon Edmund and Peter were practicing dueling with Orieus when Edmund came at Peter, thinking he was ready. Peter didn't block the strike fast enough causing Edmund's blade to stick it's self into Peter's shoulder.

He had many more to go with many more stories.

People stared and whispered at them not just because of the scars, but because they were not your typical brothers. They had a different chemistry to them; they understood each other on a whole other level. Their respect for each other was admirable. They were very protective of one another, specially the older one. Their love for each other was so immense, that if it came down to it they would die for each other; and were wise far beyond their years. It was clear one couldn't exist without the other.

They also seemed if they came from a different realm always talking as if they were royalty or something. Both of them were on their schools fencing team and were unbeatable. They had stamina like no other and by the looks of how they fought they had many years of hand-on-hand combat training. Peter had agility and stamina while Edmund had strategy. Their knowledge was also through the roof always making outstanding grades in every class.

Edmund pulled the blanket up to his face and buried it into Peter's neck pressing his lips to his throat. "Peter, people are staring." He tightened his hold on Edmund pulling him closer to his chest.

"Don't worry about them Eddy. They wouldn't understand" Peter whispered into Edmund's ear.

"Aren't those the Pevensies?" asked one.

"Can't you see? Apparently last night the youngest had some freak nightmare. And of course big brother came and save the day." Both boys giggled, "let us not disturb them."

When Peter heard the boy's last remark it made him want to strangle him. Edmund could feel his anger rise. He felt Peter reach to his side, out of habit for a sword that was not there. Peter sighed at the reminder that they were not in Narnia. In Narnia Peter was the best swords man in all of the lands. His skills with a sword were legendary. He was an outstanding warrior and leader, one of his magnificent traits.

"Peter," he whispered in a gentle voice, "Just ignore them, walk away. There is no use."

"Of course he would say something like that; He is King Edmund the JUST after all," Peter thought with a grumble.

Edmund kissed his shoulder in attempt to calm him down. "Peter there is no use."

"No I will not let them speak of you like that. They have no clue what we have been through," Peter spoke rashly.

Edmund glared at him. "Peter it's alright, clam down."

After a moment Peter finally nodded in agreement.

"You're right why waste my on two imbeciles," he said in his High King voice trying to channel his inner king.

Edmund smiled. "That's my Peter."

Peter grinned and kept on walking down the hall to his dorm. "When do you think we will go back, Peter? I miss it so much it physically hurts sometimes." Edmund felt like he didn't belong in England. No one understands him here, with the exception of his siblings. He felt useless in England. "I know, Ed I do too. Whenever Aslan wants us to go back we will. You just got to have faith."

When Peter reached his room he laid Edmund down on the bed, still tightly wrapped up in the blanket. He walked over to his desk grabbed pen and paper and sat back down on the bed next to Edmund and began writing.

My lovely Queens,

I must inform you of something highly important. Edmund may be in grave danger for there is some sort of magic going through our world that affects him greatly. Aslan said that he is looking into it. Please do not worry my dear sisters; I will handle everything on my own.

I will give you more details when we come home next weekend. See you then.

Love your, Kings

"All done," Peter mused putting the letter on his desk.

"Now what do you want to do today? Anything you want as long as you don't overdo it." Asked Peter as he climbed back onto the bed laying the young king, then laid next to him.

"I was actually wondering if we could hang out together just the two of us. I feel as if we are drifting apart ever since we got back. We used to do everything together," Edmund said resting his head on Peter's shoulder.

"Oh Ed, I'm so sorry you feel that way. I have been such a horrible brother."

"Don't say that it is not your fault, its mine. It was I who ignored you when you needed me and I needed you. It is I who should be sorry brother." He faced away from Peter trying to avoid his brothers loving gaze. "Ed, please look at me," Peter pleaded.

"What did I do to deserve a brother like Peter? I have been such a brat, "he thought. He turned back around to face Peter. "Ed, it's no one fault alright? Where here, and nothing can separate us not even death." Both boys knew this was true, after the whole incident with Edmund, if one died the other would soon follow no matter what it took.

"I know, Pete. I love you; you're the best big brother anyone could ask for." Edmund threw his arms around his older brother's neck in a fierce embrace.

"I love you too, Ed." Peter said returning the gesture.

After a few minutes of being in each other's arms Peter pulled away, followed by a slight whimper of protest from Edmund. "So what do you want to do, just you and me." Edmund sat there for a moment thinking. Then he remembered that there was this little antique store with two lion pendants and a lion ring that he thought were perfect for his siblings. "Can we just walk around town? There's something I need to get."

"Of course we can. What do you need?" he asked.

"It's a surprise," Edmund replied smiling.

"Oh, keeping secrets are we now," Peter said getting up from the bed.

"Well I suggest we get dress. I think I have some clothes that can fit you," Peter added disappearing into the closet. Edmund was grateful for that fore he didn't think he could walk through the hall half naked ever again. Peter came out of the closet with khaki pants for the each of them and a dark blue sweater for Edmund and a green one for himself and got dressed.

"Do they fit," Peter asked

"Sure." Edmund was glad that he still had his money in his pocket from the day before. He didn't want to be in the building any longer than he needed to be.

They left the room with Edmund close to Peter's side. People stared at them but Peter would just give them the death stare, which in fact was very frightening. Edmund keep scooting closer and closer to Peter for comfort. The eldest could sense how tense his brother was.

"Ed, relax okay. No one is going to try anything while you're with me." He put his hand on Edmund's shoulder in a comforting manner.

He relaxed a bit against Peter's touch. "Can we please just hurry up and get out of here? I don't know how much more of the staring I can take."

When they got outside Edmund let the sun soak up into his skin. "It's a beautiful day today," Peter said gleefully.

"It sure is. I miss having sunny days like this in Narnia. The fauns would dance and sing to such beautiful music." Peter smiled nostalgically at his brother's comment.

"Ah yes it was truly lovely, shall we get going now?"