Lucy sat all by herself, leaning against the stone table as she held her cordial in her small hand, tracing the bottle aimlessly. She eagerly got up to her feet when she heard the horn in the distance, already knowing her family and the other Narnians were back. The Pevensie girl ran outside after putting her cordial away, seeing her sister, brothers, friend, the other Narnians, and Caspian all walking up. Peter and Caspian walked in the front as they led the group.

"What happened?" Lucy questions as she notices their expressions.

"Ask him." Peter replies, glancing at Caspian.

"Peter." Susan says in a firm tone, knowing exactly how her brother felt about the prince.

"Me? You could've called it off. There was still time." Caspian argues.

"No, there wasn't, thanks to you." Peter sneers. "If you kept to the plan, those soldiers might be alive right now."

"And if you'd just stayed here like I suggested, they definitely would be!" Caspian exclaims.

"You called us, remember?" Peter recalls.

"My first mistake." Caspian sneers, glaring at the king.

"No. Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people." Peter objects as he starts to walk towards the How.

"Hey!" Caspian shouts, causing the High King to look back at him. "I am not the one who abandoned Narnia."

Peter takes steps towards him, pointing at finger. "You invaded Narnia. You have no more right to lead it than Miraz does." Caspian starts walking past him. "You, him, your father... Narnia's better off without the lot of you."

Jaw clenched in anger, Caspian lets out a cry as he unsheathes his sword, turning back to the blonde, aiming his sword at Peter, who does the same, both swords pointed at one another.

"Stop it!" Edmund cries, catching everyone's attention.

They all look over, seeing him and a centaur setting down an injured Trumpkin on the ground. Susan and Y/n walk over, Lucy doing the same, grabbing her cordial as Peter and Caspian slowly lower their weapons. They watch as Lucy places a small drop of cordial in his mouth, the dwarf, seconds later, letting out a small gasp, opening his eyes.

"What are you all standing around for? Telmarines will be here soon enough." Trumpkin states.

With a small smile, Lucy starts to get up as she puts her cordial away.

"Thank you..." Trumpkin adds, looking at her. "...my dear little friend."

Lucy smiles brighter as her, Susan, Edmund, and Y/n all get up to their feet. Edmund grabs Y/n's hand, pulling her towards the How, wanting to get her injured arm fixed up. Eventually, they make it into the How where Edmund leads the girl to a room, sitting her down before grabbing the stuff he'll need to fix her arm up.

For a couple minutes, they sit in silence, the occasional wincing and hissing from Y/n whenever she felt a sting in her arm and Edmund letting out a little 'sorry' here and there when it happens.

Edmund sighs, still looking at her arm. "Maybe I should've gotten Susan to do this. She's better than me."

"Nonsense. You're doing fine." Y/n reassures, resting her hand on his arm.

A small smile made it's way to his face as he continued cleaning and fixing the girl's arm. All while Y/n watched him do it with a small smile, eyes scanning over him like they always did. Soon enough, Edmund finished, where he then looked back at her, making her look away, down at her feet.

However, Edmund noticed and smiled even more, placing his hand on top of hers, making Y/n look at him. The two stared into each other's eyes as the silence floated around the room they sat in.

They didn't even notice they were both leaning in until their lips slightly ghosted over one another's. Edmund glanced down at Y/n's lips, Y/n doing the same before looking into his eyes. Brown eyes meeting e/c ones. Edmund started to lean in again, but however, the door suddenly opened, causing Y/n to fling away from the boy slightly, both looking to the door, annoyance evident on Edmund's face, shock evident on Y/n's face.

"Y/n! Are you alright? How's your arm?" Lucy questions in concern as she jogs in-between her brother and friend, looking up at the slightly older girl.

"I'm fine, Lucy. Thank you." Y/n replies, resting her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Lu," Edmund begins, trying not to snap at the girl. "we were kind of in the middle of something."

"Really?" Lucy asks, glancing between the teenagers.

Edmund just narrows his eyes on her in response while Y/n lets out a small chuckle, but deep down, she had wished Lucy hadn't entered the room.

~

Caspian found himself standing in the cave, his eyes staring at the cave walls, on the drawings of the Kings and Queens at their thrones as he tried to calm himself down from earlier.

"Are you so glad of that magic horn now, boy?" Nikabrik, a dwarf, questions. "Your Kings and Queens have failed us. Your army's half dead. And those that aren't will be soon enough."

"What do you want? Congratulations?" Caspian asks.

"You want your uncle's blood. So do we." Nikabrik states. "You want his throne? We can get it for you."

Caspian watches as he walks past him, the prince glancing at the drawing on the wall before slowly following after Nikabrik as they go deeper into the cave.

"You tried one ancient power. It failed. But there is a power greater still. One that kept even Aslan at bay for near a hundred years." Nikabrik explains.

As they stop in front of the Stone Table, deep growling came through Caspian's ears, making the prince unsheathe his sword, his feet taking steps forward as he looked around.

"Who's there?" Caspian asks.

"I am hunger. I am thirst. I can fast a hundred years..." A very deep voice growls.

Caspian looks to the sound, revealing a wolf slowly walking over to him, a hag on the other side following in suit as he glances between them.

"...and not die. I can like a hundred nights on the ice..." The wolf continues. "...and not freeze. I can drink a river of blood and not burst. Show me... your enemies!"

"What you hate, so will we. No one hates better than us." The hag states.

"And you can... guarantee Miraz's death?" Caspian questions.

"And more." The hag replies, bowing.

Still glancing between the hag and the wolf, Caspian sheathes his sword back up, then glancing over his shoulder at the dwarf. Nikabrik gives him a nod as a mischievous smile lays on his face.

"Let the circle be drawn." The hag says.

Obeying, the wolf uses one of his claws to make a circle in the ground as the hag chants something, both surrounding Caspian, all while Nikabrik watches with a creepy smile. The hag suddenly brings out a familiar looking wand before stabbing it into the ground in front of Caspian, a ice wall soon creating in front of them, the White Witch then revealing herself.

"Wait. This isn't what I wanted." Caspian states, taking steps back.

However, the wolf growls, grabbing ahold of the prince as he holds his arm out towards the Witch.

"One drop of Adam's blood and you free me. Then I am yours, my king." Jadis, the White Witch, replies.

"No!" Caspian exclaims, watching the hag use a big dagger to cut his palm, a large gash appearing with blood.

The White Witch brings her hand out of the ice wall, staring at the prince. Caspian, who was staring at her as well, face goes blank, looking like he's in a trance as the wolf lets go of him.

"Stop!" A voice shouts.

All of them, other than Caspian, who was still in his trance, look behind them, seeing Edmund, Peter, Trumpkin, and Y/n running in, swords in hand. Both Edmund and Y/n deal with the wolf, who runs at them as Lucy joins into the fight.

"Get away from him!" Peter exclaims, pushing Caspian out of the circle, now the High King facing the Witch.

"Peter, dear." The Witch begins after retracting her hand. "I've missed you." Jadis brings her hand out of the ice. "Come. Just one drop. You know you can't do this alone."

Slowly, Peter tilts his head as he starts to lower his sword. All of a sudden, a sword goes through Jadis and the ice wall, making Peter now stare at the ice in confusion as Y/n runs up beside Caspian, all of them watching as the ice breaks, no more sign of the White Witch. Instead, there stood Edmund, sword up as it signaled he was the one who stabbed into the ice.

"I know." Edmund begins, looking at Peter. "You had it sorted."

With that, Edmund walks off, glancing to Y/n, who runs to his side, bringing his slightly bigger hand in hers as they walk out of the room.