POV: Edmund Pevensie

"Peter!" I yelled. "Stop!"

"No, you're in my space. Get out!" Peter yelled to William Myre. William ran at Peter, and Peter dodged. His great swordsmanship paying off when it came to dodges. William couldn't stop and hit somebody else. They were a black haired boy. The boy dropped his things due to William and his collision, and gritted his teeth. He grabbed William by the collar, and shoved him into Peter. Peter threw William to the ground, before Turner Crawford, William's brother, yelled and tackled Peter. The 2 boys ganged up on my brother, and I went in to help.

"That's enough!" Yelled Susan. "Stop it! Stop it right now!"

But her words were useless. I threw Turned off Peter, and then William kicked me.

I did what I didn't think I would. I grabbed my sword from Narnia that I always carried. You see since it was magic, nobody saw my sheath but Peter, Susan, and Lucy. But now that it was out, everybody noticed. I was amazed that it was actually here, because usually when I grabbed it out, it looked like some sort of baseball bat or something. But now... Wait, this must mean we're close to Narnia! I looked back at my siblings, because now everybody had made a clear circle around Peter and I. They had all realized the same thing. Lucy and Susan emerged from the crowd into the street with us, where there was no traffic because it was Christmas.

I swung my sword around in a circle, recommending that everyone back up.

Somebody yelled, "POLICE!" And flashed a badge.

"Oh, goodness..." Peter murmured. But then I felt a tingling in the air.

"Magic!" I exclaimed.

A sparkle appeared in the air. My eyes went wide, and then the air smelled... Different. It smelled of wildflowers and creeks. It smelled like trees and wilderness- a sweet smell like honeysuckle and pine trees- and the next thing I knew there was a shower of silver sparks engulfing us. And then, it swirled around us like a hurricane. When is stopped, it stopped suddenly, and I looked around. Where, exactly, were we?

"Is this Narnia?" Lucy asked.

I looked around, and so did Peter. There was a cliff near, and I walked
to it. There was the ocean, and beyond that, sat the ruins of Cair Paravel.

"Look there," Peter said from behind me. "Cair Paravel."

"Let's go," replied Susan, coming up. I put my hand on my sword.

"Wait," Susan said. "I left my arrows and things in Narnia."

"Yes, I was the only one to being a weapon," I recalled.

"And I'm still mad about that," Peter grumbled.

"High King Peter." Lucy mumbles. "We're kings and queens here. Cheer up!"

"Yes," I agree. "Let's go."

"Our weapons could be down there," Lucy nods happily. "Let's go."

I drew my sword from its sheath and looked it over. "Very well then. Let's go."

I spotted a pathway. Unfortunately before I could say something Peter spotted it and took the glory. "A path! Oh, I bet Caspians the one who cleared the place up and built this. Oh, I bet that King put our things in here, maybe even my sword! C'mon!"

Susan seemed distant and happy as if her mind were somewhere else. Then I remember Caspian. Susan had kissed him.

Peter led the way down the path, and I felt a tad jealous. Why should Peter leave?

"Peter said to go!" Mr. Beaver said as I turned back to look at the battle and drew my sword.

"Peters not king yet," I said and rushed down.

I smiled at the sweet memories (well, not really. After all, I did die in the process of destroying the witches wand. And we were in battle...) and remember myself As a King. I remembered making a practical government. Of course my name went through. King Edmund the Just.

We kept walking. Once I peered over the edge.

"Mighty big fall," I say shakily. Peter stopped and turned to me.

"Bloody right you are," Peter said.

"Peter!" Susan scolded his language.

"Cheer up, Su," Peter smirked. "Once we get to Caspian's castle you can be with him. And you shan't worry about my language when all you can do is concentrate on him."

"What?" Susan asked. "He's good looking and can swing one heck of a sword."

Lucy giggled, and I grinned. Susan shot me a glare, signaling I'd better shut up or an arrow might accidentally lodge itself in my butt. I decided to stay behind Susan the rest of the way.

Soon, after almost falling twice, and walking forever down the narrow path, we got to the ground and I thanked God that I wasn't lying on the ground with every bone in my body broken. My heart finally stopped beating faster than a Nascar.

"Down there," Peter pointed. "Let's go."

We began walking towards the ruins of Cair Paravel, and I smiled as we neared. Somebody had cleaned it up well. All the ivy and trees were gone, as I walked down into the basement with Peter, I saw that it was very clean. I ran to my chest.

"My shield," I say. "It's not here."

"Neither is my cordial..." Lucy added.

"And my horn." Replied Susan. "But take everything else."

"Yes," Peter agreed, not surprised that Rhindon was not there since he'd left it in the care of Caspian.