Summary: It seemed that everyone had forgotten about Edmund's betrayal all those years ago, but when the night raid fails miserably, Peter takes his anger out on his brother and, with the Narnians supporting him, makes a very bad decision. Prince Caspian movie based. AU, three-shot, also based off The Lion King 2.

Author's Note: Ok, I guess that this is cheesy and corny, but I keep listening to the song "One of Us" from TLK 2, and I get this odd feeling in my stomach every time I listen to the chorus, and each time I find myself looking at my Prince Caspian poster at the same time *grins*. I also was watching Prince Caspian a few hours ago, and I couldn't help but think that Pattertwig and Reepicheep were serious about the whole "throwing nuts" thing, so Pattertwig gets some limelight. But, stupid or not, I would appreciate some reviews, whether you liked it or not. Please?

Disclaimer: None of anything ahead is mine, except the basic storyline.

Unforgotten Betrayal

By Fan of the Just King

Part 1: Exile

"It wasn't my fault Peter!"

The voice, clearly noticeable as Edmund's, sounded clearly through the many passages in Aslan's How.

"No? Then how do you explain the fact that we lost so many?" Peter's emotional, yet clearly angry voice was louder and much more terrifying.

Susan sighed. She had had a feeling that – after the disastrous failure the night before – Peter would need something to release his anger on; but she'd thought that a shouting match with Caspian – who was currently with Lucy – would have been enough.

Obviously she'd once again hoped for something that just wouldn't happen, and Susan didn't like where this argument with the most least likely person was going.

"Peter, you're not thinking straight, of course it wasn't my fault! I wasn't the one who sent us on that raid in the first place!"

Edmund's words made Peter freeze in place. By now, all the Narnians had grouped together in the chamber just inside the How's entrance.

"You would be enlightened to know that I am thinking quite straight, Edmund, and my straight thinking leaves me with no choice" The tone of Peter's voice scared Edmund more than his darkest nightmares.

"Your Majesty, if I may have a say?" Targstus, one of the minators, asked politely.

Peter and Edmund both turned to him.

"Well, you see, I do believe that if King Peter is saying that he is not the problem, then King Edmund must be. After all, it is the High King we are more inclined to believe." Targstus continued smoothly.

Edmund stared at him in horror, but was only to have that horror increase when the other Narnians around him nodded and murmured in agreement.

"So what you're all saying is, is that I am less trustworthy than my own brother?" he asked shakily.

"Well, that is what they - and I - are inclined to believe, need I remind you of what happened last time Edmund?" Peter's cold, emotionless voice reaching his ears sent a hard shiver down Edmund's spine and he paled considerably.

"You forgave me for that!" Edmund's horrified voice shook with emotion.

Peter straightened, a shimmer of regret in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"As I said, this situation leaves me with no choice; I am almost wondering why Aslan didn't do this himself."

Edmund's heart and stomach plummeted.

"Yes Sire, your judgement! Your judgement!" shouted the Narnians.

"Peter please!" Lucy and Susan's desperate cries were barely heard by the High King.

"You are hereby exiled from our army."

"NO!" Caspian's loud, urgent voice was ignored.

But Edmund never heard them. For the animals around him were chasing him outside the How, stomping and chanting and, unexpectedly, broke into song.

Deception

Disgrace

Evil as plain as the scar on his face.

Minators were walking towards him, heads bowed menacingly, forcing Edmund to walk away from their sharp, white horns.

Deception (an outrage!)

Disgrace (for shame!)

He asked for trouble the moment he came

Stepping cautiously among a clan of black dwarves with blunt sticks jabbing his legs like a snake striking at something, Edmund nearly fell a few times, but forced himself to keep moving.

Deception (an outrage!)

Disgrace (for shame!)

Evil as plain as the scar on his face.

Centaurs were rearing up at him, their hooves mere centimetres from his face. He ran down an aisle of satyrs that were bringing their swords down behind him. A line of dogs were snapping at his feet, one managed to bite into his leg.

Just leave us! (an outrage!)

Disgrace (for shame!)

He asked for trouble the moment he came

See ya later agitator!

Pattertwig and his clan of squirrels were throwing nuts and acorns that both succeeded in hitting him, and smashing upon impact with the ground.

Edmund paid no attention to them though, all he could think about was running. As he exited the How, he looked over his shoulder and saw Peter standing on one of the higher balconies.

Born in grief

Raised in hate

Helpless to defy his fate.

Hawks were flying above him, coming down occasionally to peck him (rather hard) on the upside of his head. Yet Edmund still kept running.

Let him run

Let him live

But do not forget what we cannot forgive.

As he reached the stone ruins about halfway down the battlefield, he, stopped, turned and glanced back at the How, at the animals guarding its entrance and holding their threatening stances while continuing their sad and angry song, at his sisters, who were being held back by a pair of fauns each, and at Peter, the wind blowing his hair to the side and making him look more majestic than ever.

And he is not one of us

He has never been one of us

He is not part of us

Not our kind.

Tears welled up in Edmund's eyes when he saw Susan and Lucy struggling to get to him, but the fauns were holding them so tightly. He saw Peter step in front of them and continued to glare down at his brother.

Someone once lied to us

Now we're not so blind.

Sighing in defeat, Edmund glanced down at his feet, and was shocked at what he saw. The grass, which until now had been long and free, was now short and had morphed into the face of Jadis.

Jumping slightly, Edmund stepped on the image, erasing it and ran on.

For we knew he would do what he's done

And we know that he'll never be one of us.

He stopped again at the edge of the forest, and there he stole one last peek over his shoulder at the How.

He is not one of us!

Tears falling freely now, Edmund turned and walked into the shadowed, foreboding forest.

Deception

Disgrace

Deception

Disgrace

He looked at the setting sun, and could have sworn he saw the faces of his siblings there; the tearful, longing face of Lucy, the mournful, disappointed face of Susan, and – largest of all – the angry face of mistrust belonging to Peter.

A whimper escaped his lips before he could stop it and he ran, the last word of the song still ringing in his ears;

Deception.

TBC...