Hey, this is my new story in the Finding series, Finding: Trust. However, I'll admit that it's been a long time since I've last updated any Finding book, so let's take a look at where we left of in Finding: Answers. This is the very last chapter of the first Finding story. Enjoy!

WARNING: If you have not read Finding: Answers, please do not read this one first. It may not make complete sense. You have been warned.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Narnia or the Pevensie's. This wonderful world belongs to C.S. Lewis, and not me.

Chapter 12: Edmund

Less than an hour later I stood with Edmund in a tent filled with storage items; extra food, clothes, blankets, and weapons. I saw him warily glance toward the door like he was preparing to run. I couldn't say that I blamed him. Most Narnians would say I had every right to blow up at him, and that he deserved every last bit of the lashing.

And as much as I would love to be the one doing the lashing, something told me that taking my anger and frustrations out on him wouldn't be very satisfying.

Finally, Edmund took a breath, visibly bracing himself, and turned to face me head on. I raised a hand to grab a lantern off a tent pole. Curiously, Edmund winced and clenched his eyes shut, balling his hands into fists. I watched as, several seconds later, he cautiously opened his eyes. Surprise and confusion were written clearly on the Son of Adam's face, and I felt my face turn into a frown.

"What's wrong?" I asked, then continued on in a joking manner. "Did you think I was going to hit you?"

Edmund took a breath and looked away, into a back corner of the tent. The haunted look in his eyes explained everything.

I swallowed and pretended not to see the look he had in his eyes and sat down. Edmund joined me on a large crate and we sat in an uncomfortable silence. I had invited him here to talk but suddenly I didn't have anything to say. I almost wished Edmund would start the conversation, say something that I could respond to, even if it was an angry or defensive comment.

"I've been talking to some people lately," I began, poking my toes in the water, trying to figure out what Edmund would do and say.

"I noticed."

My eyebrows rose. I don't know why I was surprised, really. I wasn't exactly trying to keep my search a secret. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, it's funny how much you notice things when you-" Edmund stopped suddenly, a small frown crossing his pale face. "Did you hear that?"

"No, what?" I asked curiously.

"It sounded like some scuffling feet," Edmund said, suddenly sitting straight and alert.

"Don't cry wolf, my friend," I teased lightly. Edmund only slumped back onto the crate.

"Right," he muttered. He continued to say something so quiet I couldn't hear and then turned back to me. "You were saying?"

"I just wanted to ask you what your time with the White Witch was like."

Edmund swallowed, standing to look out the tent flaps into the dark night. "Are you sure you didn't hear-"

"I'm positive!"

Edmund looked at me like I had actually slapped him, unconsciously rubbing his cheek. He sat back down quickly, face slightly pale. "Sorry," he whispered, voice cracking.

I blinked in shock. What was I doing? I was terrifying the boy, and I hadn't even been trying to! What had that Witch done to him? Maybe Susan was right after all. I took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Edmund, I don't mean to be harsh. I can come back later if you want, it's really not that important." I stood to leave, but Edmund pulled me back down and put a finger to his lips.

"Shh! Look, I know you don't trust me, but I really think I hear-"

Edmund was interrupted when two shadows bolted into the tent. One leaped onto me and pinned me to the ground before I had time to blink. Edmund managed to pull his sword out before whatever it was had jumped him and was holding it defensively in front of his body. "What do you want, Wolf?" he demanded.

"Put that down or the faun dies," the gray colored wolf said, the larger of the two, creeping up toward Edmund.

"Don't do it, Edmund!" I tried to say before the second wolf put more pressure on my chest and I couldn't breath.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Tumnus. I can't let you get hurt. Lucy would be…" Edmund trailed off, looking at the wolf one more time. "I'm sorry."

Edmund put the sword down.

"Edmund, no!" I yelled.

Something hard hit the back of my head, sending brilliant sparks in front of my eyes. Everything started to blur and I watched in a haze as Edmund dropped the floor and was dragged out of the tent, unmoving.

"Edmund…" I moaned, Susan's words coming into my mind.

Trust me, if we tell Edmund what really happened, things won't be that good. Not that Edmund will do anything to harm anyone- no, I don't think I can truthfully say that. He won't try to harm anyone except himself. He'll feel so guilty he'll probably do something drastic, something he thinks will either punish him for his crimes or something to help Narnia despite the consequences to himself.

Susan was right. Edmund did do something drastic to prove his loyalties. In fact, he had done it to save me. Maybe…

That was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.

Go to the next chapter to read the first chapter in Finding: Trust.