Well my friends, the day has (finally) come; the last chapter! I did promise to post this the night before I left for Tijuana. Unfortunately, I was exhausted and remembered I don't like flying so I wouldn't sleep on a plane, and I went to sleep.

So, the sequel is being written and will be posted hopefully within the week. School starts in less than 2 weeks, so I am going to try and update as often as possible. I don't like when writers have like months between their updates, because I tend to forget the story and then I get an email saying "new chapter in whatever story" and I'm like "whaaaa?" So yes, I will try to be a faithful updater and not let anyone down!

Enjoy :)

Syrena knew that watching someone she cared about walking away from her would hurt, but when she saw Edmund's face disappear, it was worse than she ever could have imagined. Caspian patted her shoulder, and turned to walk back towards the boat. Aslan's gaze switched from the wave to her, and he took a few steps towards her.

"Do you not believe you will see him again?" he asked her. It was the first time he had spoken directly to her.

"You said it would be their last time here. There is no way I will see them again."

Aslan stepped closer to her, until his fur was lightly touching her side. "There is always a way."

Syrena sighed; she did not understand his riddles.

"I know you have your doubts about me, and I can understand why. But I have never left you, Syrena. I have always been there."

She wished she could have been angry with this mighty lion before her; she wished she could have yelled and screamed every poisonous word and thought pulsing through her veins, but nothing of the sort would come out. Instead, she remained stoic. "I don't know how to believe that anymore. Everyone I thought would never leave has. When I needed you most, you weren't there."

Aslan's eyes softened and he let out a soft sigh, and she felt the air around them tingle. "There was a boy I knew once, much like you. When he first arrived in Narnia, he did not believe in me but fell into desire with the woman trying to usurp my kingdom."

"Do you mean the White Witch?" Syrena asked. Her father used to tell her the old stories.

"Yes. Once he realized the wrong he had done, to his family and to this land, he was mortified with himself. The pain he was in, I felt it too. It pained me to see a child of mine suffer the way he was; I saw compassion in him, and remorse for what he did, so I gave up my own life to save his. He never forgot what I had done for him, and grew up to be one of the greatest kings Narnia has ever known."

Syrena took a while to think this threw; she knew Aslan was waiting for her to process what he had spoken before continuing. She thought back to past kings of Narnia, and knew right away that Aslan was not speaking of Caspian's descendants; the White Witch was defeated long before then. But then, she remembered the stories Edmund had told her about when he and his brother and sisters were the Kings and Queens, and she gasped.

"The boy, he was Edmund?"

Aslan smiled gently. "Yes, yes it is Edmund that I speak of. Though he seems strong in his faith in me now, he was not always that way."

"I wish I'd known," she said quietly. Aslan did not respond; he simply stared ahead at the wave with her. After a few minutes of silence, Syrena chose to break it.

"Edmund told me I should ask you about –"

"Your nightmares," Aslan said. When Syrena gave him a surprised glance, he continued, "I know much more about you than you think, child. You wish to know why you see your mother, and why she blames you for her death."

"Can you tell me?" she asked hopefully.

"No," Aslan said. "That is something you must learn on your own. But it will take time, and the road will not be easy; you will need much courage and strength to face what is ahead."

Syrena grimaced. "I don't think I can do it alone."

"Well, you will not be entirely alone. I will be watching you as you go, and I will send help when you need it."

"Syrena!" Caspian yelled; he was finished with the boat. "Come on, Drinian and the others are waiting for us!"

She turned to Aslan. "Go, child," the lion said to her.

"Thank you, Aslan." Syrena bowed to him, and he nodded his head to her. She glanced once more at the wave. "Goodbye," she whispered, even though Edmund had already left. She and Caspian made their way back to the Dawn Treader, where they began their long journey home.

Wah-lah. I was going to try and make this longer, but I find dialogue for Aslan is really difficult to write because he is so wise and everything he says is so perfect, and I really couldn't seem to do him justice!

The mission's trip was awesome, btw. Met some super amazing people, ate some super amazing Mexican food (though I've had enough tacos to last a lifetime) and honestly, the experience changed my life. PM me if you want to hear more!

SO, as a final parting note, I just want to thank everyone who's read this story, favorited it, signed up for the updates or reviewed. Every single one of you, regardless if I know you or not, really made writing this worth it and I can't thank you enough for journey-ing (?) with me through it! I adore each and everyone of you so very much :)

Anyways, this is getting to be a long note, so I won't torture any of you for much longer. I hope you enjoyed reading this, and that you're looking forward to a sequel! If anyone has any ideas of what to include in it, let me know because if it's a team effort, that will make it just that much better. I already have a basic storyline in mind, but yeah some ideas would be awesome and I can always work around them :)