As Edmund, along with his younger sister Lucy, and their younger cousin Eustace, had gotten back to Narnia, they would be ending up on the Dawn Treader. A beautiful ship with a golden dragon figurehead directed by Caspian, the now King of the Telmarines.

As the two youngest King and Queen of Narnia had appeared back there, they decided to live a new magical journey throught the seas, attempting to collect the seven swords in attempt to lay them all on Aslan's table, which would end the curse of death that has been placed on Narnia.

But as they had spoke to the magician Coriakin, who had explained to them what they had to do to break the curse of death, the fog would try to get them to give in their darkest thoughts so that the curse won't be broken .

And after those fogs had tried to get to Lucy, who had been saved from it by Aslan stopping her before she'd spell a spell to become the person she found the prettiest, which was her older sister Susan, it was Edmund's turn to be tormented by his darkest thoughts...

As he was laid down into a hammock fixed to two beams of the ship, Edmund was soundly asleep, peacefully resting after the exhausting journey he had, before he'd get suddenly awoken by the White Witch's voice calling out his name. Of course, it was all in his brain, but it felt so horrifically real to Edmund that he had shivers running down his spine.

"Edmund, my dear... Come on, be my King..." The White Witch's voice called out, awakening Edmund as he'd gasp and quickly pull his sword out of its case as it still dangled at his side while he was laid down.

"No!" Edmund suddenly yelled out, his sword pointed towards nothing as his foggy image of the White Witch disapeard as he sat up quickly, breathing heavily as he stayed like this. Probably having woken up a lot of the ship's crew...