Hi everyone! I am so sorry for the extra long wait! I've been having some family issues with the internet and wasn't able to post this as quickly as I wanted to.

Now onto the important stuff. I having soon good news and some bad news. Good news first: I have updated and it's a long chapter! Yahoo! Bad news: this is the last chapter! Yes I know it's sad this story is ending! I had a good time writing it and it was my first ever Narnia fic and I met some wonderful people (to every single reviewer! You guys totally rock!). I'm also finishing up with Narnia fics. I'll still be reading and reviewing others work but you won't be seeing any new stories from me unless I have a great idea and just have to write it and make it a one-shot, but other then that I'm done with Narnian fics.

This is so sad for me! I won't be writing stories for you guys anymore and like I said up above this was my first ever Narnia fic and I'm finishing it! Here; today; right now!!!! tears sniff. Oh well life has to go on and enough of my talking. Now for you fine people and for the last time, enjoy the chapter.

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Two weeks; it had been two weeks since the second battle over Narnia had ended in (once again) their victory and two weeks since Edmund…

Peter still couldn't say it, not even in this mind. He didn't want to believe it. Three days after the battle it had been Edmund's funeral and that was the worst for the three remaining siblings and their father. What became of Helen Pevensie, Peter did not know, nor did he care. His only comfort was to know she was dead but that still wouldn't bring Edmund back. The whole of Narnia had been in mourning, and they still were, but not as much as Susan and Lucy were.

He hadn't seen them very much since Edmund's death; he had either hid in his chamber or completely avoided them. He couldn't bring himself to see them. A few nights ago Susan had come to Peter's room, but he had turned her away. He told her that it was not right for them to do anything, especially after so close to Edmund's death. She had tried to coax him but he wouldn't budge. He remembered the conversation as though he had just relived it.

"Please Peter, don't shut me out," said Susan. She walked to him and tried to take his hand but he wiped it from her grasp.

"Just leave Su," said Peter turning away from her, "the situation is bad enough. I don't need you here; if I wanted a whore then I would have asked for one."

She stared at him for a moment and Peter realised what he had just said.

"Oh Su, I didn't mean it like that…"

"Is that what you think of me," she said softly, tears glistening in her eyes, "am I nothing more then a common whore to you?"

Peter cursed himself for saying what he wanted to say but in the wrong way.

"Susan I didn't mean to say that," Peter tried to explain, but Susan shook her head and slowly backed away from him.

"You're just like the others," she cried, "you see nothing more then the outside. I can see now, God how could I have been so stupid! Well I hope you feel so proud of yourself, you've been able to get something other men could never have. I suppose that would make a wonderful conversation you can have with the guests, the next time we have a banquet."

He watched as she burst into tears and ran from the chamber before he could even move or speak.

From then Susan refused to talk to him. Every time he thought of them or saw them he also thought of Edmund and that would produce a lump in his throat and tears would swell in his eyes, but he wouldn't cry. He willed himself not to.

He knew that Edmund would not want him constantly crying over what had happen and he knew he had to be the strong one because he was the oldest; he had to be strong for Susan and Lucy, and also himself.

"Peter?" Peter jumped slightly and looked up from his daydream and found Lucy standing next to him. He'd been sitting on one of the rocks looking out into the ocean. He wasn't surprised to see her face pale and her red rimmed eyes.

"I've hardly seen you since the funeral," her voice shook as she spoke.

Peter looked back at the crystal clear water; he really didn't want to talk about their brother, at least not out loud, so he kept silent.

Lucy sat down on the rock next to his and said softly, "This was Ed's favourite spot."

"Is there something you need?" Peter asked harshly, trying to move away from the subject of Edmund

"No, it's just…I dunno, you looked like you needed company-"

"Well I'm quiet fine on my own Lu," said Peter

Lucy sighed, "Are you going to always be so harsh from now on?"

Again Peter didn't answer.

"Because if you are," she continued, "then let me know so Susan and I never speak to you or bother you again."

Peter looked over at her. Her small, innocent face held a blank expression on it.

"I'm so sorry Lucy," he put in face in his hands and squeezed his tried eyes shut; "it's just been so hard. What are we suppose to do now? Where do we go from here? Aslan's disappeared again."

Lucy said nothing but put her arms around her older brother. She hugged rather hard for a nine-year-old.

"I really don't know Peter. But you see the real reason I came looking for you was because Susan's gone back to the Witch's hideout."

Peter snapped his head up and jumped to his feet. He had nearly made Lucy fall off her rock with his sudden movement and his eyes were ablaze.

"What!" he exclaimed

She nodded, "While you were busy isolating yourself I noticed Susan was spending a lot of time in the library. At first I thought she was just reading a lot to keep her mind of Edmund but then this morning I woke to find this note from her pinned on my door."

She pulled out a piece of parchment out from a pocket in her dress, unfolded it and handed it to Peter.

Lucy,

I have to go back to the Witch's hideout. Please do not worry because I will be back as soon as I can. I have figured something out that will help us.

Susan

Peter had to reread the note several times to make sure he had read it properly.

"What does she mean by 'I figured something out that will help us.'?" Asked Peter

Lucy shrugged, "I have no idea," she paused, "are you going after her?"

"Of course I am. I can't leave her out there on her own," said Peter and he turned to run back to the castle but Lucy's sudden sentence had him halt.

"I don't think you should."

Peter wiped around to face her, "Why? Don't you remember what happened when she was last there?"

"Yes," said Lucy slowly, "but the Witch is dead. We watched her body burn and Aslan throw the ashes into the sea."

"What about her supporters, huh?" Peter argued, "what if they find her?"

"You don't think she's stupid enough to go on her alone do you?" asked Lucy, smiling, "She's taken about ten of our soldiers with her, including Orieus. If anything he'd look after her."

"Why didn't she tell us she was going?" demanded Peter

"Maybe she thought you'd stop her," suggested Lucy, "and she was right, wasn't she?"

Peter looked away at this and felt a blush coming to his cheeks.

""I know you love her," said Lucy quietly, "but there's no need to be worried, she's a good fighter."

Peter nodded and somewhat felt better then he had before Lucy arrived. She had that affect on people. She sat down on the rock next to Lucy. They were quiet for some time, until the silence started to grow uncomfortable between them and both were getting a little anxious.

"Do you wish that Aslan never brought mother and father here?" Lucy suddenly interrupted the ice.

Peter considered her question seriously, "Well…I don't mind father being here…"

Lucy didn't push him to finish his sentence for she didn't want to upset him. Both the eldest and youngest Pevensie children knew that if there parents had not come to Narnia then there is a good chance that Edmund would never have fallen to his death.

Susan had to be quick; the walls of the Witch's hideout were already melting away. She looked behind her and said to the band of soldiers.

"Search the castle. If you find anyone raise the alarm," she ordered

"You two," said pointed to two fauns, "stand guard from the inside of the entrance."

Everyone nodded and went to their ordered tasks, expect for Orieus.

"Your majesty," he said, "If you don't mind me asking; why have we come here? There is nothing left for us to do. The witch's army would have fled at seeing Aslan's killing of her. They know for sure that she is dead."

"I'm looking for something," she said, "now please help the others search the castle."

"What is it that we are looking for?" the general asked

"For any living creature, someone that can answer me a few questions," said Susan, placing an arrow in her bow

Orieus bowed and departed down one of the melting tunnels. Susan continued walking down the passage that she and Peter had once been in.

Peter

She head spun at the sound of his name. She hadn't seen him much since Edmund's death and she had no intention to. The only thing he wanted was her looks and she came to wonder whether any of the things he had said to her were true. If he really did love her…or if it was all lies?

No, she told herself, no thinking of Peter right now

She had to concentrate at the mission on hand. She aimed her bow around the corner at the passage's end and peaked around it. It was a large hall with two thrones at the other end of the hall.

This must be their great hall, she thought

She walked cautiously into the hall. Her footsteps echoed on the slippery glassy-like floor. She looked above and saw a grand ceiling. She was surprised by the design of the place; it was rather nice looking, considering it was the Witch's house and how cold it was.

Suddenly a loud smashing noise sounded behind her, making her jump and aim her bow at the enemy but let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was Orieus.

"Orieus," she said, lowering her bow and trying to calm her breathing, "Must you startle me like that?"

"My apologies," said Orieus, "but we have found someone that might interest you."

He left her in suspicion and she followed him down the tunnel he had departed down a few moments ago. It was rather dark and when they came out of the other end Susan had to squint a little from the blinding light.

"My Lady," he said gesturing to a small man in a cage, "I believe you recognise him."

She did indeed recongise him. She had once shot him, while he was trying to chop Edmund in half with his axe. It was the Witch's dwarf.

He was breathing rather deeply and glaring at her slightly. She walked over to him and knelt down next to the cage and peered inside.

"I am not something to gawk at," he said in his squeaky voice

"No," she agreed politely, standing up, "I'm sorry. I was wondering if you could tell me a few questions."

She looked up at two of the soldiers, "let him out."

Susan watched as the two sprung the cage's door open. The dwarf tried to make a run for it, but they grabbed him and held him down.

He started to laugh and wheeze, "what makes you think I'll tell you anything, you good for nothing filth."

"You dare not speak to the Queen in that manner," growled Orieus. He went to advance on the tiny man but Susan held up her hand.

"Please general," she said, "there is no need."

"The witch's son brought her back to life. I know he used his own blood, but how exactly did he do it?" she asked. However he said nothing.

"Do you know?" she asked again

The dwarf shook his head but Susan was no fool. She knew he was lying.

Sighing she said, "Well then if you know nothing then here is no need for you to live. Orieus"

She nodded toward the dwarf and Orieus pulled out his double blades and was about to slice him in half when he cried, "Alright, alright! Please just don't kill me!"

The general looked around at the eldest queen and raised his eyebrows. She nodded at him and he stood down. Susan stood waiting for the man to talk.

"I do not know the whole story because she did not tell me much. I only know what I heard and saw. Her son was at the battle but he was not fighting, he was hiding at the sidelines, waiting incase the Queen died. When she did and Aslan had moved away he quickly smuggled her body way from the battle and hide it until night fall. Then he took her here. This is his hideout, not the Queen's, but the Queen needed somewhere to stay in hiding until she recovered enough to full strength."

He paused and took in a few wheezing breaths before continuing, "He then took the rarest of all potions and once the potion was in a goblet he cut his palm and his blood spilled into the glass. He then poured half the potion onto the Queen's chest and the other half over the Queen's head. The liquid dissolved into her skin and muscles and her heart began to beat and her mind begun to wake."

He finished his speech and looked up at Susan, who remained quiet for a moment.

"What potion is it?" Susan asked

"The rarest of all," said the dwarf, "only the Queen knew of it. She had written it down for her son to follow. I know that it is somewhere in her chamber…"

"Where's her chamber?" asked Susan

The dwarf grinned and said, "I can not tell you. It is too complicated to find; I can show you though."

His sentence ended with a little hope lingering there. Susan studied him for a moment.

"Alright," she said slowly, "you may take me there, but do not think you can run."

He continued to grin, "Oh I never would have even dared. But I can not show you the way with these two creatures holding me."

"You can still walk with them holding onto you," said Susan coldly, "Now if you may be so kind as to show us the way?"

Grumbling the dwarf led Susan and her company out of the room and began there long and confusing walk through tunnels and passages. Just when Susan was starting to get feed up and wondering whether the tiny man was playing games with them, the dwarf said, "Here you are."

They had stopped in front of a melting ice door. The dwarf pulled at the door handle and turned it, resulting in the door swinging open. Susan stepped inside. It was about half the size of the Great Hall, but just as high. Everything was melting ice; the bed, the dresser, the walls; even the window panels.

Gee thought Susan, the women really loves ice

She turned around to the dwarf, "What's the potion written on."

He shrugged and walked over to the dresser and pulled open one of the draws. Inside were hundreds of pieces of parchment.

"I saw the Queen place it in here," he suddenly smirked, "have fun looking."

Susan sighed and rolled up the sleeves of her dress. She turned to her companions, "Please wait outside for me and stand guard."

Even though the dwarf had helped Susan find what she needed she still could not trust him, after all, he had been the witch's escort.

Susan pulled the draw out of the dresser and placed it on the bed. She pulled out each parchment and skimmed it carefully and when she was satisfied what she was looking for was not present she would place it aside. It seemed as though she was searching for hours, but she had to find it, for her little brother's sake. She picked up one of the last pieces and looked at it and instantly became alert.

Yes, she thought excitedly, this is it. Finally!

The page had a yellowish ting to it and left side of the page was torn, as though ripped from a book. The heading at the top read:

Reawaking the Dead.

Peter paced around the throne room in uneasiness. His patience was running low. Susan had been gone for hours; who knows what time she left. He had tried to go and get her himself but Lucy told him no. Susan was sure to be fine.

Lucy, who sat at her throne fiddling with her dress, looked up at her older brother and said, "For heaven's sake Peter sit down and relax."

Peter turned his head sharply, "Relax?! How on earth do you expect me to relax?! Susan's been gone for hours and into the witch's territory! Anything could have happened! We've already lost Ed…"

Peter's throat grew tight and he looked away. He did not want Lucy to see him incase he started crying. He took a silent deep breath and was just thinking about leaving the room when the door open a little and Henry's head popped in.

"Is everything alright?" their father asked. He came into the room and closed the door behind himself. Peter and Lucy looked at each other. Lucy kept silent so Peter spoke.

"Yeah dad," he said in a calm voice, "Everything's alright."

"It's just that I could hear you two arguing from down the hall. It's rarely common that you two argue," said Henry

Peter smiled weakly and decided it was best not to tell the truth. His son had already been killed by this wife; he didn't need the extra stress about his daughter also being in danger; or at least putting herself in danger.

"Alright then," said Henry in a gentle voice, "If you need me I'll be down at the beach."

With that he left the room. Peter leaned his palms on the desktop of the wooden polished table and sighed inwardly. He bowed his head and shut his eyes.

Aslan never did mention how hard it would be to be a King he thought so many responsibilities and how was he going to run a country that was in a total mess?

At least the nightmares had stopped he suddenly thought, that is a bonus!

It was true. His nightmares had stopped. He hadn't had one about his siblings since…he couldn't remember the last time. That was defiantly a good thing.

"How much sleep have you had?" Lucy suddenly asked

Peter looked up slowly and shrugged, "As much as I need. Why do you ask?"

"Well" she said, "you seem rather tried. I was about to suggest you take a quick nap."

"Why? To stop me from going after Susan?" said Peter, "Nice try Lucy."

Lucy didn't reply.

"Lu," said Peter, "We are not much use staying here, Susan might need our-"

A sudden loud blaze of trumpets cut Peter off. The two ran out the hall at high speed and Lucy pushed the entrance doors open at once. They looked down to see Susan and her band of soldiers dismounting from their horses.

"Susan!" cried Lucy. She ran down the stairs and hugged her older sister, "Why were you gone so long? Did you get held up? Attack?"

Smiling Susan shook her head, "It just took me ages to find something, but I have it now."

"What is it?" asked Lucy

Susan shook her head again, "not now. I'll explain everything later."

She met Peter's gaze and looked away. His stomach squirmed guilty; he had to talk to her.

Susan sat, once again in the library, look through books and pieces of paper trying to find answers. The instructions of the potion didn't make much sense; she didn't understand the meaning of half the words.

The door to the library suddenly opened. Susan looked up and saw it was Peter. She disregarded him and continued with her work.

"Susan," said Peter. Still she ignored him

"Su, please talk to me," he begged

"Talk?" sarcasm dipped from her voice, "There is nothing to talk about."

"I'm sorry," he said. He didn't know what to say.

She gave a laugh, "yeah I bet you are."

He walked to her and stood next to her. Just standing next to her was intoxicating. Peter put his hand under her chin to make her look at him, but she turned her head away.

"Just go," she said. She stood up and walked away from him; towards the window. She would not cry, he would not bring her to tears. But even as she thought this, the tears began to form in her eyes.

Peter, who was getting rather irritated that she was acting as stubborn as a mule; in one movement he went over to her, turned her around and claimed her lips. Surprise caught them both, Susan did not expert Peter to be so vital and Peter expected Susan to push him away but she didn't.

The next thing either of them knew Susan was up against the wall and Peter just as close. Peter pulled his lips only millimeters away from Susan's and whispered huskily, "My room. Now."

"No," she shook her head. Peter stared at her for a moment and felt her hands lightly push him away.

"But-"

"Peter, I am really busy," Susan sighed, "This is really important."

"Yeah," said Peter, "Let's talk about that. Why have you been locking yourself up here?"

"You'd think I'm being ridiculous if I told you," she said, looking away from him

"Susan," he took her hand and caressed it with his fingers.

She sighed, "You remember how the Witch was brought back to life? Well I found the potion that her son used and I plan on doing the same to Edmund."

Peter said nothing. Just looked at her in amazement, it took a moment for him to find his voice.

"W-what?" was all he could say

Susan gave a frustrated growl and ripped her hand from her brother's, "I knew you'd think it was a dim-witted think to do."

"No," said Peter, shaking his head but still in a little shock, "no, I think it's a great idea."

She looked up at him, "you do?"

Peter nodded and smiled, "In fact I think it's a brilliant idea. Why didn't you tell me and Lucy before?! We could have helped you!"

He took her in his arms and spun her around. Susan laughed and said, "but it's not as easy as it looks. We need to get the supplies and half the words are in some foreign language."

"That doesn't matter!" said Peter beaming, "We can work it out and when we do Ed will be back with us!"

Susan smiled, "That's the plan!"

And at once the two hurried from the room to find Lucy; leaving the potion instructions behind.

When Peter and Susan told Lucy her reaction was almost the same as Peter's. She was flabbergasted at first but then beamed her head off. The eldest two had never seen Lucy so excited and happy before, not even at their coronation.

"Great, so what do we need?" she asked

Susan froze for a moment, but then sighed with relief. She'd left her instructions in the library.

"I left it in the library," she said, "I'll be back in a tick."

And without another word she raced away. Lucy and Peter looked at each other excitable.

"Do you really think we could do this?" asked Lucy

Peter smiled, "Of course! We'll have Edmund back with us in no time at all."

Lucy couldn't help her happiness; she ran to Peter and hugged him around his waist. Peter hugged the young girl as well.

"Just wait until father hears, he will be so happy!" said Lucy

"You know when Ed's back I think we should have another ball. Welcoming Narnia's Just King back to his place with us!" said Peter, thoughtfully

Lucy gasped happily, "Yes, we'll invite everyone! Every single Narnian will have an invite and we can invite other royals as well. Oh, this is going to be wonderful!"

Lucy's bright eyes and huge smile made Peter laugh. Maybe things were going to be alright after all.

"Come on," said Peter, "Let's go see what's keeping our sister."

The two children made their way towards the library. Lucy was just about to take hold of the door handle but the door was wrenched open from the other side. Both Lucy and Peter jumped and looked up to see a distressed Susan.

"Susan," said Lucy laughing, "You gave us such a start!"

However her smile faded when she saw her sister's face, "what's the matter."

Susan seemed speechless for a moment and she had a horrified look on her face.

"Susan," said Peter more urgently, "what happened?"

Susan looked at her siblings and whispered, "It's gone. The potion instructions are gone!"

Once again the three siblings sat in the throne room. Susan and Lucy sat tense in their thrones while Peter paced back and forth. He had ordered every servant in the castle to stop their duties and search the library for a single piece of parchment.

Susan placed her face in her hands, "This is all my fault. I should have taken more care of it! Oh God."

"It's not your fault Su" said Lucy quietly, "but are you sure you let it in the library?"

"Yes," said Susan, frustrated, "It was sitting on the very top of all the books. I made sure I kept it in sight! Everything was left exactly as I had left it except that the potion instructions were gone. None of the other books or papers were touched."

"Somebody must have taken it," said Peter, "Someone who knew about it. Did anyone else know of the plan?"

"Nobody," said Susan, "you and Lucy were the first ones to know."

"Maybe someone overheard you and Peter," suggested Lucy

"But no one was in the library with us," said Peter, "so how-"

A knock on the door cut Peter off, "yes, come in!"

One of the servants opened the door bowing low, "Your majesties. I am sorry but we have had no luck. We have searched everywhere; the entire library; top to bottom. We even searched the rest of the castle and a bit of the grounds but we found nothing."

Suddenly Peter over-turned one of the tables with a loud band and making Susan, Lucy and the poor servant jump out of their skins, "That's not good enough! Search again!"

"Peter!" said Lucy

Susan stood up and walked towards the slightly frightened servant, "Thank-you," she said gently, "There will be no need to search again. We every much appreciate your effects."

The servant nodded and lowed and exited the room. Peter stared at the floor in anger before turning and leaving the room.

It had been two months since the Narnian royals had last celebrated their happy moment of thinking their beloved brother would return to his rightful place at their side. But that was all just a vivid memory now. No more then a dream…

And so life had to go on, as it always did. Peter would practice his fighting skills alone. Susan had to spend her time looking for knowledge on her own and Lucy had to take horse rides alone. Everything that the other Pevenises used to go with Edmund they did no more; or they would do them by themselves.

One morning the Narnian sun rose as usual. Light streamed in through Peter's window. He sat up and yawned and began to think about the day's work, when there was a knock on his door interrupted him.

"Come in," he thought it might be one of his servants but it wasn't. It was his father.

"Dad," said Peter, "What bring you here."

Henry smiled at his eldest son. Like no smile he had given Peter before and Peter found that strange. Henry sat on Peter's bed.

"Son," he said, "Do you remember when you asked me why I was always spending my time out of the castle and why I couldn't tell you why?"

Peter nodded, remembering the strange behavior of his father that had started about over a month ago.

"Well," said Henry smiling even wider, "You are about to find out why?"

Peter raised his eyebrows, "and what exactly is that?"

"Get dressed, come down into the dinning room and I will show you and your sister's why," said Henry

And with that he just got up and left the room, leaving behind a puzzled and suspicious High King. But his curiosity got the better of him and he quickly got dress and hurried down to the dinning room. He entered and saw Susan and Lucy already there, sitting down at the table.

However there was no grand surprise when he entered. His puzzlement deepened further as he sat down opposite Lucy.

"Do you two have any idea what is happening?" he asked

Lucy shrugged and Susan shook her head and said, "Father wanted to show us something."

They sat there giving suggestions to what it might be and Susan was starting to get feed up, "He got us up extra early and he keeps us waiting?"

Peter nodded, "And I bet it's some boring piece of information that we already knew!"

"Well I don't think you would know about this Peter," said someone and it wasn't Susan or Lucy who replied.

All three monarchs turned in surprise to see who the intruder was and they all gasped in shock.

"Edmund!" they all exclaimed together.

And there he was; standing right before them. Looking not a day older then when they last saw him, although a little paler then usual but still the same Edmund. And very much alive. Peter, Susan and Lucy sat frozen in there seats, in absolute shock and surprise, just gazing at their supposed to be dead brother.

"Well," said Edmund pulling a face, "I wasn't brought back to life just for the three of you to sit there gawking at me all day."

The other three all looked at each other and laughed. It was defiantly their brother. They all stood up and rushing over to Edmund and all four of them hugged each other. It was the best moment of all of their lives. Finally, finally they were all together again.

Through the ajar in the door Henry Pevensie watched the scene with a happy smile on his face. At last his children would stop mopping about now Edmund was back. He looked down at the piece of parchment in his hand he had found in the library about two months ago. The page had a yellowish ting to it and left side of the page was torn, as though ripped from a book. The heading at the top read:

Reawaking the Dead.

OMG I finally finished the entire story!!!! Go me! I hope you all caught on what happened. It was their dad who took the potion, however he didn't know about this children's plan. Get it? Yeah I think you do. And the Pevensies live happily ever after and Susan and Peter do stay together by the way. So yeah.

This is my final goodbye and thank-you again for everyone's time in read and reviewing this story (or any of my stories) but please, please, please review. Just one last time. Please??????

I say goodbye for the last time,

Roxy1613 oxoxox.