My Wish
summary: On Lucy's sixteenth birthday in our world, Peter seeks her out to talk. Based on the song, "My Wish," by Rascal Flatts.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Narnia, Peter, and Lucy belong to C.S. Lewis. The last sentence of the piece is similar to a line in the song by Rascal Flatts, and I don't own that either.
The party Lucy's parents had thrown for her sixteen birthday had been great, but now that everyone was in bed and all the cake was gone, Lucy's feeling of homesickness for Narnia returned once again.
Now she sat alone in the kitchen, pondering another birthday. When she was younger, before Narnia, she always thought sixteen sounded like a wonderful age- an age where grownups finally started looking at you as a blooming adult. However, after already being sixteen once, turning it again felt anti-climatic.
Lucy heard footsteps behind here, so she slowly turned around. She saw Peter, standing there, looking slightly dazed and extremely tired. "What's going on, Lu? Can't sleep?" He asked, slowly coming more to his senses.
"I miss Narnia. Mom and Dad tried hard, but the entire time, all I could think of was my sixteenth birthday in Narnia. There, my sixteenth party felt liberating. Here, it feels strangling. Now I have to start thinking about my 'future' here. I have to start 'preparing.' In Narnia, my birthday was just a great celebration for turning another year."
"Oh, Lu, I know how it feels. I've felt the same way several times. It's hard to adjust from being a grown adult back to a child, and then having to go through the transition over again. It's even painful at times. But you can always talk to me or any of us. We've all gone through it already. We're willing to help you."
"I know. But truthfully, I don't want to talk about it right now. You've helped me ease a bit of the burden of my chest. What were you doing up so late- looking for me?" Lucy asked.
"Yes. I wanted to talk to you. I know it may sound absurd to me right now, but promise me one thing: You'll never forget Narnia." Peter implored earnestly.
"How could I forget Narnia?"
"It's just...well, now that you're sixteen, you're almost completely free with your choices. And someday, you'll probably have to choose between Narnia or the world, in some form. My birthday wish for you is that you chose that which means most to you."