Summary: Edmund bears his guilt heavily after the coronation, fraught with despair he runs away from Cair Paravel just a year after they took up the duty of becoming kings and queens.

The wind whispered through the quiet halls of Cair Paravel, the torches flickered, casting elongated shadows on the walls, the demons of the night hide in these shadows, biding their time, the occupants of the castle unaware of their plans. A king and two queens slept peacefully in their beds, oblivious to the unrest in their brother's heart.

*Flashback*

Cold penetrated the core of his bones, his legs felt numb and he could no longer controll his freverent shivering. Dread settled heavily around him as he heard footsteps approaching his icy prison. A cold biting wind was wrapped around him like a blanket as the ice slid away. The White Witch. She stood proud and fierce whilst he cowared in his chains, aside, the faun whimpered. The sound echoed around the empty room, reminding him that the reason the faun was suffering so, was because he was a traitor. But it was not the words that layed the heavy guilt.

"Do you know why you are here,Faun?" She demanded. looked at her defiantly, with bravery, with faith.

"Because I believe in a free Narnia"

"No" She stated airily," Because he," pointing her wand at him accusingly, "turned you in, for sweeties." The Witch looked as though she had just accomplished a great deal as the look of utter despair and disbelief flashed across the faun's was that look that broke his will.

*End Flashback*

In his bed, Edmund tossed and turned before abandoning his bed, dreams had plagued him in his sleep, if he ever managed it. Lucy often had Mr. Tumnus round for tea and the like. He could never look the faun in the face again. It was the same for Mr and Mrs Beaver. And all the other narnian souls he had endangered, to him, it felt as though he was still bound in his chains. His footsteps echoed in the hallways, the sound bounced of the grand arches and eloquent entrances. He was not worried about being caught, if the matter came about, he could dismiss it as restlessness. Once Edmund reached the kitchens he pulled out a small sack and began to fill it with food. These fruits and meats will spoil easily, he thought to himself. Keeping his footsteps light he backtracked to the armoury, the door didn't creak this time, thankfully, as he secured a bow and arrows to hunt with. As a second thought he also put his war armour in bag for the moment, it was not suitable for his current task but one never knew what one would run into in the wilderness. He quickly checked that he had food, spare clothes and water before emerging from the pure walls of Cair Paravel.

It was morning, and the fresh dew iced the grass, giving the day a frosty start. The birds still sang in the trees, and the trees still swayed in the wind, you wouldn't have thought it but the narnians still enjoyed the dawning of the winter months. Edmund was sure that they wouldn't want to see another winter for along time. Aparrantly, he was the only one who felt this sentiment. He walked briskley acoss the lawns, partly to chase off the chills, partly to get this deed done. Soon the imposing structure of the stables came into view and he felt a new dread fall upon him. How on Narnia am I going to get Phillip to go along with this? He approached the stalls slowly,as though trying to pospone the coming conversation. Eventually he reached Phillip's stall, it was time.

" Phillip..." he tried. The horse snuffled but did not wake. This time Edmund reached out to touch the horse's mane.

" Phillip..." The horse woke with start, then a whinny, when he realised who he had woken him.

" Your Majesty! What are you doing up at such a late, or early hour?"

" Phillip" Edmund said sternly, " I told you before, don't call me that"

" I apologise your m...Edmund."

"Now Phillip, we have pressing business" Edmund told the horse as he was fitted with reigns and a saddle.

" Is Narnia in danger? Where is the troops?" Phillip became exitable and Edmund placed a hand on Phillips head to quiet him.

" Phillip! Please be quiet. It's a stealth mission, we're going to scout ahead." He lied. " Once we are further away I promise I will tell you everything."

He mounted and they galloped along the plains, following the river towards the Stone Table. Once they were unable to see Cair Paravel or it's surrounding landscape, Edmund dismounted and turned towards his friend.

"Are we briefing the mission?" Asked Phillip.

" No, there is no mission, Phillip, I'm running away."

Okay...this is my first ever Narnia story...im sorry if it sucks.

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