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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Feb 20, 2011 23:35:37 GMT -6
With a flash of the same blue light, I felt Ramandu let go of us. I felt Ed's hand and Peter's weight pressing up against me. The sensation of falling overtook me. And then suddenly, I could see the earth, but it was like I was looking in from space. Then it zoomed in on Europe and slowly we got closer and closer until I could see the lights of London. Then it zoomed in even more on our street, and I saw our little white house that I hadn't seen in 7 Narnian years. I knew that time in London stood still while we were in Narnia, so whatever we were doing seven years ago would be the instant we returned in. I thought hard.
"Ed, where were we when Aslan took us back to Narnia?" I called. I wasn't sure he could hear me, until he answered at long last.
"Sitting in our room. You, me and Peter. Susan was in the next room over, but Mum and Dad were gone for the week."
I moaned, thinking of Mum and Dad returning home to find their oldest son dead. But my moan was cut short. We were thrust suddenly sideways and everything went black. When I opened my eyes, Ed and I were back on the bed where we had been seven years ago. I looked over slowly at Peter, praying that by some miracle he had been revived. Ed had that same thought, but beat me to it. He was already checking Peter's pulse. I held my breath, but when he turned and his eyes were full of tears, I knew that Peter was still gone. I let out a little scream that surprised even me, and fell on top of Peter, clutching his cold body desperately. Ed just sat there, still in a stunned kind of depression. I buried my face in Peter's chest. It was like finding him dead all over again. I had let myself hope against hope that he would be alive, but I knew it wasn't possible.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Feb 21, 2011 0:03:51 GMT -6
I heard footsteps. The door opened and Susan appeared.
"What was that scream about?" she asked in her bossy voice. I watched helplessly as she saw Peter. "Whats wrong with him?" she walked up to him, and screamed. "Oh my god. Oh my god. You've...you've killed Peter!" she screamed again. Tears started running down my face.
Ed turned to her. "It was in Narnia. He got killed in a battle in Narnia. Now do you believe us about Narnia?"
Her voice turned to horror as she screamed again. "You murdered our brother and you're blaming it on some stupid make-believe world? Hes dead!" she shrieked, walkin over and shaking him to ellaborate her point.
"Get off him!" I screamed hoarsely. It was like a nightmare.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Feb 21, 2011 0:16:46 GMT -6
"What day is it?" Ed asked suddenly.
"What the hell?" Susan cried, rounding on him. "Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?!"
"What day is it?" he asked again, calmly.
"Goddamnit it's Sunday!" she shouted. "Why is Peter not moving?!"
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Feb 21, 2011 0:26:31 GMT -6
We ignored her. "Mum and Dad are coming home tomorrow..." I gasped. "What are we gonna do?"
"Got a shovel?" Ed asked slowly.
"Wait...hes actually dead?!" susan shrieked.
Ed spun around and looked at her. "Yes," he hissed. She gasped and fainted.
"Lovely!" I groaned.
"Stay here," Ed commanded. He went outside and I watched him through the window as he started digging. I looked down at Peter. Oh Peter. I love you so much. How could you leave us? How could you leave me? We need you. I need you. I love you.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Feb 21, 2011 0:44:22 GMT -6
Ed came back after some time. He gently lifted Peter away from me. I followed slowly, numbly. Ed gently lowered Peter's body in the shallow grave he dug. I reached in and fixed his hair sideways, like he liked it. Then I laid his sword across his chest, and kissed him gently, all while practically exploding with tears. Slowly Ed took the shovel and covered his body with the dirt until a little mound was all that indicated our beloved brother's grave. I found a flat stone and Ed inscribed it with his pocketknife. The inscription read "Peter Pevensie - beloved son, brother, king and child of Aslan." I laid a flower gently on the mound. Then I sank to my knees, looking down at all that was left of my brother. Ed sat beside me, and I put my head on his shoulder, like I often did with Peter. With Ed it just wasn't right. I burst into tears again.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Feb 21, 2011 1:06:54 GMT -6
He was there! Peter was there! He had a huge smile and he hugged me and kissed me and told me he loved me! He says he'd never leave again. But then, he started fading...
"Peter!" I screamed. But then I started shaking. I opened my eyes. I had fallen asleep at Peter's grave. He was still gone. I moaned. Ed and I stood slowly and stiffly. Then we somehow stumbled into the house. I crawled into bed, pulled the covers above my head and wished I could just sleep forever. At least in dreams I could see him.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Feb 21, 2011 1:23:00 GMT -6
I woke and it was dark. Early early next morning. I realized it was the sound of the door tht woke me. Mum and Dad were back. I got up numbly.
"Mama," I moaned. "Peter..."
"what about him darling?" she asked.
"Hes dead. Hes buried in the backyard."
"Shush honey. It was a bad dream."
"No mama. Peter is dead." I grabbed her hand and led her to the grave. She let out a little shriek. "My baby!" she moaned, with so much anguish it hurt to listen to it. Dad just stood there, stunned.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Feb 21, 2011 1:33:28 GMT -6
.::THREE DAYS LATER::.
I numbly slid on my plain black dress. Numbly. Thats how I did everything lately. The house was entirely silent. I avoided everyone else in the house. Everywhere I went brought back memories of Peter. Thats why I just stayed in bed. But today was the funeral. Today I had to face it. He was gone.
I climbed into the carraige behind Ed and Susan. We rode to the church in silence. We sat and old friends and family friends and past girlfriends "offered condolances". Then Mum and Dad and Ed and I got up and took turns saying how wonderful he was and how much we missed him and how we couldn't imagine life without him. And then they were gone. And that meant it was final. I went home and cried.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Feb 21, 2011 1:55:31 GMT -6
.::TWO DAYS LATER::.
I awoke suddenly from a dream. It was a strangely vivid dream, and it took a moment to remember. But once I did, it was so vivid it seemed more and more real. I saw Aslan. He said to come to the fireplace and that he had something to tell me. I wasn't even entirely sure why, but I stood and walked to the living room which housed our only fireplace. When I got there, I saw Ed. So Aslan gave him the dream, too.... I jumped when suddenly the flames burst to life. I turned, and there out of the golden flames strode Aslan himself.
I forgot my anger at him and I ran to him, hugging him. "Aslan!" I cried breathlessly. Then I remembered my anger, and I pulled away.
"Aslan, why did you take Peter?" I asked.
"Oh dear child...I was selfish. I wanted a brave young man to help me found a new world. He was a fair and just king in Narnia, so I took him to begin a new land. But he refused. He said he loved you two and Lil too much. I figures he was just pining, but when I saw Lil and you two missing him as much as he missed you, I realized I had dome an awful thing. If I promote love I couldn't take the world's best example of it."
"You...you mean....hes alright?" I asked in disbelief.
"Well he was more than alright in that world but when I refused to return him to this one, he began to starve himself. It was then that I decided to bring him back here. I have his soul, but I needed to destroy his body in that world. That means I must recreate it in this one. I thought you would want to be there for this."
I just nodded, wondering if I was dreaming.
"Come," he commanded. We followed him out to the backyard.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Feb 21, 2011 2:10:18 GMT -6
He pressed his paw on the mound of earth that served as Peter's impromptu grave. It vanished. Then he turned. "Your parents and sister will have no recollection if this. I'll see to that." I just nodded, stunned. He scooped up a pawful of earth. Then he blew on it once and fire came out. Then he blew on it again and water came out. Then he blew on it once more, and wind came out. I watched in awe as aslan blew a final time and a little whispy but surprisingly bright ball of light came out. It was Peter's soul. It entered the mound of earth, water, wind and fire. All of a sudden, it rose into the air and began to swirl. It became a six foot tall cloud of brilliant gold spinning and swirling like a gentle tornado. Aslan let out a roar and the swirling ceased. As the glittery golden dust settled, it began to form a figure. It started out as a rough humanlike shape, but as we watched the earth became the tanned skin, the fire became the gold hair, the water became the blue eyes, and the wind gave him breath. It was Peter.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Feb 21, 2011 9:09:07 GMT -6
He was there, even more magnificent and handsome than before. We stood there, stunned, until I finally broke my trance.
"Peter!" I cried, running up to him. His face lit up in a smile and I hugged him, delighted and in slight disbelief that he was warm and solid.
"Little Lu," he said in his deep voice. "I missed you."
"Oh not as much as I missed you," I whispered into his chest. I kept my face pressed up against him, taking in his warmth and aliveness.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Feb 21, 2011 9:25:17 GMT -6
Ed joined the embrace. It felt like I could stay there forever, and I probably would have had Aslan not roared. We turned.
"Come, children. It is time to return to Narnia."
"Were going back!" I cried. "Peter! Oh Peter, she loves you back! She cried over you every night! Oh now it'll all be ok!" I was overwhelmed with a sense of happiness I hadn't felt in days.
"Darling, it's been a year in Narnia," Aslan said slowly.
"What?" I cried. "It's been an entire year?" I gasped.
He nodded.
"We need to go back. Before they forget us."
"They'll never forget you. But I am aware of a promise that a certain young man made to Cam." Ed blushed a little.
"Well who am I to deny that? Let's go." with a flash of golden light, we were whisked out of London.
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