Elora wasn't really sure how long she had been in the room, she guessed about three days or so.

"Where is the queen?" She strained to hear what they were saying.

"In here, she's been untouched, as you requested." It was a deep voice talking.

A sudden chill when down Elora's back.

"Good."

There was suddenly a loud moan then shouts.

"Elora! Where are you?!" It was Edmund's voice shouting

Elora licked her lips, she knew her voice would be so hoarse.

"Edmund! I'm in here." Her voice was no more than a whisper.

He didn't hear her.

"Edmund!" She screamed, by Aslan's grace he heard her.

"Elora! Are you well?" She nodded.

"Can you fight?" He asked, she swallowed hard and took the sword he handed her.

He helped her up and squeezed her hand comfortingly.

"We got Lucy back, thank you." He whispered in her ear. She nodded. Edmund kissed her cheek. She blushed, but before she could say anything guards ran into the room, they fought side-by-side. Elora had jusr killed the last guard when a sharp pain went through her side. She gasped loudly, Edmund turned to her.

"Elora. Nonononono!" He rushed to her side as she collapsed.

"Edmund," She murmured, her mind was muddled from the pain. He ripped part of his shirt and attempted to stop the bleeding with that.

"Shhh, you'll be okay. Shhh." He whispered, her eyelids felt heavy and soon darkness overtook her and she was swept away into a world of unconsciousness.

Edmund pressed the fabric harder. He prayed. Soon Peter rushed in.

"We killed all the-" He froze and bit his bottom lip.

"Oh, Ed." He ran out of the room to get Lucy.

"Oh, Aslan. Don't take her away from me." He whispered a prayer before tears filled his eyes.