Well, It came to my attention a long time ago, that I always sensed Caspian never really understood where Edmund came from. Which I guess was the nature of this beginning. It was going to be a short-shot, but once I got started, I couldn't stop.

The ususal~I don't own Narnia or anything in it :-( That goes for the WHOLE story

Chapter One ~~~ The Mist

Caspian awoke to the sound of a sword coming out of its sheath. Sitting up he looked over to see the Just King sitting up looking more terrified then he had ever seen Edmund.
Then he realized he was pointing the sword at him. Caspian caught his breath and watched the dark eyes slowly calm.
"Edmund…?" He asked unsure of what was going on in his head. Edmund breathed and placed his sword away, then stood up. Caspian did so as well, worried about what had just happened.
"Edmund what happened? Was it the mist?" Edmund grew stiff and turned to face him. He gave the smallest nod, that Caspian had to think hard to remember if he had given one or not.
"Edmund… what is it that you see in the mist?"
The Just King still had not spoken, making Caspian wonder if he had lost his voice.
"What, Caspian, may I ask do you know about me from the golden age?"
Caspian was taken aback by the question, and thought hard on what his professor had told him about the king in front of him.
"Well, you were a king next to your brother, and sat on his left…you never really had any interest in staying at the castle when you were younger."
He watched Edmund give a slight smile, as if he remembered it, which he probably did.
"You rode a talking horse named…George?" Edmund shook his head and fixed his memory.
"His name was Phillip,"
"Oh, and um…"
"Caspian, are you telling me you don't know what caused me to have a tough time entering Narnia?" The Just king finally asked.
Caspian looked down, now realizing what Edmund had been asking him.
"Something about…a witch?"
"Yes, Caspian." Edmund's hair fell in his eyes and he looked down ashamed. What Caspian didn't understand was how Edmund could still be haunted by it so much.
"Go back to sleep Caspian, I just need a little bit of air." He finally said.
Caspian blinked and gave a slight nod, he watched Edmund climb the stairs.
He did not however, fall asleep right away like Edmund had suggested. Instead he laid thinking about what Edmund had done. Even long after Edmund had come back and fallen asleep again he still lay thinking about it.
Why had Edmund assumed that he knew the story all the way through?
Caspian tried and tried nearly all night to think about what his professor had told him about Edmund. But all he could remember was Lucy's part.
Sometime well after two in the morning Caspian fell asleep, into one of the worst nightmares he had ever witnessed.

I'm Baaaacckk! I've been stuck so long on exams! Yikes. I have this story well on it's way, so don't worry about not updating!
(I have up to Chapter 12 done:-)