Disclaimer: Yes, I am C.S. Lewis. I am also a pathological liar. Which would you care to believe? :P

Rating: Will start out as a K, but might head up to a T for a couple of chapters that describe violent/dangerous circumstances. Like frozen rivers cracking, arms getting broken, car accidents, battles, and borderline depression.
Summary: The Pevensie children find love on earth.


There had been no true love for the Pevensies in Narnia, no wondrous passion, no spark of connection, no fairy tale come true. It was as it should be, for their loves would only be left behind, and that is a memory too painful for even these four remarkable children to bear on their own. Besides, the Golden Age was not when their life's partners were necessary. Then, they had each other, and each other was all they needed. It was only after they returned to England for good did they discover what they had been missing.

For indeed, something was missing, from each of them. Their titles were grand, yes, but incomplete.

Magnificence was grand and noble and chivalrous and impressive and everything that a knight and king should be, but it was also proud, fool hardy, cocky, dangerous, lavishly, heedless, and short-sighted.

Gentleness was strong, kind, honorable, docile, and calm. Even this was not enough, as gentleness was too soft, too blind, and too delicate to be of much use in a world where gentle means obedient.

Justice was righteous, level-headed, keen, quick-witted, and clever with words. If Justice were not careful, however, it was swift to become cruelty, rage, betrayal, vengeance, and hurt.

And Valiance was gallant and lovely and invincible, despite the fact that its invincibility made it grossly stubborn even when wrong, its loveliness made it naive, and its gallantry made it blind to short comings.

They each needed something else entirely.

Magnificence, tempered with Wisdom, is both noble and loving, chivalrous and humble. An excellent mixture of child-like brashness and world-weary insight provides no room for flaw.

Gentleness needs a special kind of Wickedness that is playful and brilliantly bright, not sinful, to strengthen a soft heart and reveal what is hidden from honor.

Justice, when joined by Mercy, is both righteous and fair. Justice cannot become cruelty when it is fraught with grace as a guide.

And Valiance, mixed with Reason, could tame any wild thing and accomplish miracles, if they wanted, all invincibility cast aside and all gallantry deepened with brilliance.

Wisdom, Wickedness, Mercy, and Reason.

Each attribute came in the form of a girl or boy. A set of four who, much like the Pevensies, were very unprepared for their tasks.

Each child, Graced by Aslan with something deeper than the knowledge of Narnia itself, slowly found comfort in each other.

And each child had a hand in rescuing the Pevensies from their greatest enemy.

Themselves.


Also, just in case that disclaimer could get me into real, live trouble, I am neither Mr. Lewis nor a pathological liar. Unless being a chronic storyteller counts.