Narnia isnt mine, there you have it so if you try to sue me yout wasting your time.

Edmund was safe. His baby brother was safe.

He was there on that ledge with Aslan. Relief flooded through Peter, but that relief was tinged with frost and left one question that cut through him. Could he truly pardon Edmund for his treachery?

This anxiety grew as Edmund approached them, he seemed smaller than he had before and as he got closer, Peter could see bruises marring his brother's pale, tired face. His breath caught in his throat, Edmund was only few steps from him and yet he could not bring himself to forgive him completely, or even look him in the eyes.

Lucy of course went straight to embrace Edmund, Susan right behind her enquiring to how he was, concern lacing their voices, as if he hadn't left them to be with the White Witch. How could they do that?

Edmunds voice shocked him slightly, though he would never care to admit it, it was quiet and by its own admittance…well tired, there was also a hint of fear, Edmund was scared.

He was looking at Peter looking for redemption that was clear, but for some reason he could not quite give it, so his voice was steeled.

" Go get some rest"

As Edmund left head hung, and his sisters glare pierced Peter, but he couldn't help it.

Peter hated him. His older brother loathed him.

Not that Edmund blamed him of course; at this moment, he hated himself as well. He didn't deserve Peters forgiveness or anyone else's for that matter, what he deserved was what he had been rescued from, that and worse.

These thoughts taunted the ten year old, his bruises ached and his cuts burned, fatigue overwhelmed him and he collapsed onto the hard ground, sobbing into his own drawn up knee's, wishing that he could melt as easily as the frost on the ground, not the frozen mass that had engulfed his young heart

With this, his world faded to black and he knew no more.

At this moment the tents flap opened.

Wow, that was angsty.

More tomorrow