Previously on Raelyn the Merciful...

"Little child," he smiled. "How much you have yet to learn. Put your trust in me. Will you allow me to be alone with Edmund for a while?" He asked.

My head was still in my hand. I didn't feel much like talking, but I nodded. He put Edmund on the back of Orieus. Orieus walked into Aslan's tent, and Aslan followed.

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Raelyn's POV

If only I could have saved him! If only I wasn't too late! If only I would have acted quicker. Then he'd still have a chance. Aslan looked at me before he walked into the tent.

"Come child" he beckoned. I ran in after him and stayed near the back of the tent, not wanting to get in the way. I stifled a cry as I saw Orieus picking Edmund's limp body off of his back and placing him gently onto the grass.

Aslan turned his head to me and smiled at me sympathetically, seeing my stream of tears. Edmund's wound was bleeding just the slightest bit but it wasn't even near to healed. "Bandage his side." He told me. Not understanding why he would ask me to do such a thing, I hesitated slightly before doing what he told me. I grabbed two bandages and knelt by his side. It took all of my strength not to burst out in tears. As I started wrapping the first bandage around his side where the White Witch had stabbed him, memories of me and Edmund came flooding back to me.

"You can't do this! This isn't fair!" I  heard a boy yell.
"Nothing the witch does is fair, at least not that I've seen."  I replied
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I look away from him, and I feel the whip come down on my back. I let out a scream, and I hear the other boy in the dungeon banging on the wall shouting 'let her out! Stop it!'
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He tried to sit up, but his left arm buckled behind him, and he fall back down.
"You must not try and do that, your majesty!" I told him. "Just lie down and relax. We have much yet to do for your wounds, sir."
"Who are you?" The boy asked.
"My name is Raelyn. I'm the nurse here in Aslan's camp, and you need to stop moving so I can stop the bleeding in your face, back, shoulder, arm, and your leg! You've taken some serious injuries from the White Witch."
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Someone shook me just as I was about to give into death.

"Raelyn? Are you awake?"  A fuzzy voice questioned. Thinking it was the witch, I began to panic.

"No, please! Get away from me! I'm begging you! Please, don't whip me! Please, please.." I pleaded.

"Hey, shh shh it's me Edmund. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Okay?"

I blinked open my eyes and smiled faintly when I saw that it was him.

"Help me" I faintly cried.
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"I'm going to go prepare for battle. You should try to get some sleep. Sweet dreams."

I smiled and replied: "sure, sweet dreams. You mean nightmares? After what the White Witch did to me I'm not going to sleep until she's dead."

"That can be arranged." Edmund replied, smirking.

"Don't you dare take my prophecy, battle boy! I'll destroy you! That's not a threat, that's a promise."

"Yeah yeah, get some sleep mighty warrior girl."
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Running over to him, I collapsed by his side next to Susan and Lucy.  Grasping his cold hand in my own, I cried gut wretching tears. Not caring what they thought of me, I gently kissed his forehead, cold and lifeless and whispered,

"I love you Edmund."
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And all over a boy I barely knew. I grabbed the second bandage and wrapped it. After I was done I whispered:

"Please Aslan, do something! I need him to be okay! Please! Please...." I sobbed, throwing myself onto edmund, hugging his lifeless form, wishing that Aslan would do something. I wanted his strong arms to hug me back, to be there by my side. But there he was, motionless. Dead. And there was nothing more I could to change that. Aslan trudged up to where I knelt and nuzzled me with his wet nose. He smiled at me and said gently:

"Once a King and Queen of Narnia, always a King and Queen of Narnia."

What was that supposed to mean?

Aslan tapped his nose to Edmund's chest and breathed on his face. Backing up he instructed me: "take off the bandage"

No way. I thought. It couldn't be! He's already dead!

I have a puzzled look to Aslan who returned it with a nod. My unsure fingers carefully removed the bandage to find no wound; not even a scar! I looked at Aslan with that WHAT JUST HAPPENED? Kind of look. Ed's chain mail wasn't even broken! Placing my hand over his chest, I started crying tears of joy when I felt his heart beating!

"Ed!" I urged as I tried to wake him up. "Edmund! Can you hear me?"

A.N. happy Cliffie!!! That's a first. Will he actually be okay? What will the other Pevensie children think of this? The deep magic of Narnia is so very unpredictable, that's for sure. I'm going to update again tomorrow, so stay tuned!! I'm giving out some shoutouts too, so here goes!
  hjengland, drpickle22 and SnoopyDragons for being the first three commenters on my story!!