He screamed her name, his brown eyes unable to accept what was happening. Not being able to move, she wanted to tare away from the magic that was holding her back and jump to his side, to safety. Watching him reach out for his sword, but being too late, she felt her body drifting down a deep hole and she woke up in a sweat on an unfamiliar bed. Running her eyes through her surroundings, Angelina stood up from the bed she was in. Her clothes were still on and she thanked God in her head for that. Cautiously standing up she quickly laid back down as the floor under her feet squeaked and she heard footsteps. Covering her face with the bed sheet, she heard someone walk in and slowly near the bed.

"I know you are awake," she heard the familiar voice of Edgar.

Angelina quickly turned around, "what happened?"

"Well, the shadows attacked us, I was trying to kill them, but you did it instead. I think I should be the one asking what happened," he raised an eyebrow.

"Shadows?" Angelina stood up and started walking to the door when Edgar stopped her and pulled her back.

He yanked her to him, "you are not leaving until you explain yourself, and trust me I wouldn't want to hurt a girl, especially my friend."

"Why you are not what I expected at all!" Angelina jammed her heel into his foot and sprinted for the door. As she was about to grab the handle she was yanked back yet again.

Groaning she kept hitting at his arm around her waist, "why are you so fast."

"I'm a shadow hunter, I have to be fast." He whispered in her ear.

She stopped fighting. Turning around, she noticed that the blue in his eyes changed to a greener color. They both stared at each other, eyebrows furrowed. She couldn't tell if he was a danger or a help to her, all he said was that he was a shadow hunter, she could only hope that shadow hunters were the good guys. "What's a shadow hunter?"

"I guess I'd have to tell you at some point. Remember what I told you in the library about that realm of darkness. Well these creatures, shadows, they came to haunt me from that realm. Although this time they took a liking to you I supposes. The book told me something like this would happen." Edgar explained.

Angelina was confused, she remembered her dream and partially remembered what she was searching for, "the book? What book? What realm are you talking about?"

Smirking, as if even the name brought horror to someone's heart Edgar spoke, "the world of Charn."

She heard that somewhere before, the name did sound familiar. The realization only hit her when she thought of a cold dark place that only the white witch would come from, remembering that Edmund told her of the witch's origin and where she came from. "Charn, that is where the white witch comes from!"

"The white witch?" Edgar asked.

"Yes, she's been terrorizing Narnia for ages and even when Aslan killed her she still came back as a ghost of some sort, stronger, and controlling the Narnians to do her ways." Angelina started walking in circles putting the puzzle pieces together.

Edgar followed, "you mean she came back as a shadow. People from Charn don't die, they only become the oblivion of themselves. Dark matter."

"That's how the witch is still alive! You," she pointed to him, "you are a shadow hunter, you have to tell me how to defeat her."

"Sorry, I'm afraid only a shadow hunter can defeat a shadow. Except-you did just defeat that shadow in the library, how did you do that?" She didn't want to answer him, for answering meant revealing her identity and she didn't yet know if she could trust him completely.

Angelina sighed, "it doesn't matter how I did it." Even she herself wasn't sure how she did it.

"You're her aren't you? You are the keeper of light." He said the least expected thing she thought she would hear.

"How do you know about the keeper of light?" Angelina slowly started backing away from him. Memories started to fill her mind, as if it were exactly the awakening she needed.

Edgar came closer to her, "if you are the keeper of light, than you don't need to be afraid of me. We are on the same side you and I, he told me this day would come, the day the hunter meets the light."

"You didn't answer my question! How do you know about me?" She raised her voice, tired of everyone knowing exactly who she was and what she was supposed to do without her knowing it.

"Aslan. He told me, he was the one who trained me to fight shadows with the gate keeper. He sent me back, he probably sent you back too. I am supposed to help you defeat Jadis, self proclaimed queen of Narnia."

This was the first time Angelina heard anyone call her that, to the Narnians she was just the white witch, but she had a name, a name which was apparently important. Not sure of whether to trust Edgar and what he said about helping her defeat the witch, Angelina decided to test him. If he was truly trained by Aslan he would only do noble things, he wouldn't go against something Aslan stood for. Justice would be his weapon and anger his enemy.

"If you are who you say you are, then help me get back to Narnia, I was not sent here by Aslan, I was sent here by a witch." Angelina straightened her back and stood proudly in front of him.

Edgar looked at the darkness in the window and then at her, "out of all the people in London I had to meet you, you believe in destiny right?"

Did she believe in destiny, she felt like she did at one point in her life, "I don't know anymore."

"Well," he bowed in front of her, holding his bow up on one knee, "I, Edgar Pevensie, pledge my allegiance to you."

She paused for a second, "did you just say Pevensie?"

She instantly realized that he was on her side, his entire posture changed and even his features became softer. Edgar Pevenise was a shadow hunter, the last of his kind. She didn't know how exactly he was related to Edmund, but she could see his stubbornness in him and his kindness as well. Edgar's heart was racing and she could hear it, she didn't yet know how, but she could hear, see, and understand things better than she did before. The light that escaped her and killed the shadow was something that she held onto, something she had to learn how to release again.

"You need to teach me to fight, help me bring Aslan's light back." Angelina said.

"You lost it?" Edgar raised his eyebrow, not believing her.

She sighed, "I don't know how it happened, it's like the portal took my powers away," Angelina thought for a moment, "no it wasn't that, because I was weaker even before that. It was something else that took my powers away."

"Well then, you need to tell me exactly what happened to you in this Narnia of yours." Edgar picked up his bow and put it into a wooden chest, "you can start by telling me who Edmund is."

"Edmund?" She turned to him with a questioning face.

"Yeah, you've been calling out his name half the night." Edgar smirked.

To tell someone about Edmund would be complicated, she wasn't sure who he was to her anymore. Was he even real? Or was he part of her illusion that her therapist told her about. She figured that perhaps telling Edgar everything would be just as explanatory as anything.

"You see," he sat down on the bed and she sat down next to him, "people in this world, they don't know how to deal with the fact that there are worlds beyond ours. So, they do it in the best way possible, they forget, and they try to teach others to forget. You have been conditioned to forget, but don't let that control you. You need to remember who you are, and that starts with remembering him, whoever he is."

Angelina thought for a moment, "his name was Edmund Pevensie, he had a sister named Lucy, a noble brother named Peter, and a passionate sister named Susan. He was a king, not a high king though, just a king. But he was a just kind, he was fair. He was afraid of the cold, and he smelled of herbs. Unless he fought, then he just smelled like the hot burning sun on the pavement. Oh," she remembered, "he was a swordsman, the best of his kind!"

Edgar laughed, "King Edmund, the Just? I should have known, he's my first cousin twice removed. My grandfather was his cousin. Well, I've never met him obviously, but I've heard about him, and then I read about him. I was so surprised that cousin Edmund who was known for his antics and complicated behavior became one of the most important and wise kings of Aslan's world."

A part of her was thankful to hear that they weren't related because he was his grandfather, but instead he was his very distant relative. It was incredible how destiny worked. What were the chances that another Pevansie would help her out along her way.