Short. I know but the next chapter will be up in a little bit.
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It was fairly obvious that Edmund was under some spell. Elora almost thought it was funny, how un-Edmundish he was acting and she did laugh at him once as he stumbled over his own words, something he rarely did.

He approached her, before he could speak Aslan spoke to her in her mind.

"Courage, dear hear. This isn't your Edmund. It might be his body but his mind is tormented and confused, and even changed by spells. Courage."

"Elora... we need to talk." He said, half dragging her so they could talk alone.

"Elora. I can't do this. I cant pretend like I love you. I honestly don't."

Elora ignored the sharp pain that struck her very soul but she took a deep breath.

"Alright, Edmund. I understand." Aslan fix this mess.