The trees were too thick for her to see past, but as she pushed through the leaves and branches the feeling in her chest intensified.

The feeling, the constant ghost in her heart of something forgotten.

She could see a shadow of something, and the feeling turned into a flaming sensation in her stomach. The excitement was too much for her, all she could do was keep on going... going toward this thing that she knew was the answer to her questions.

The feeling never left her, never. It was a part of her that was missing, she didn't know if she liked it or wanted it, but she needed to know what it was. Certain words would trigger the feeling and she knew that they all meant something but every time she tried to piece it together the ideas would slowly slip away.

She looked up and saw that the shadow was fading. She stopped struggling through the branches, she knew that this was just like her feeling. The harder she tried to reach the answer the farther away it would fade. Maybe she had to let it go and fate would bring her to see the shadow.

The lamp post...

Lucy woke with a start. She had figured something out. She racked her brain in frustration trying to remember what it was. It was fresh in her brain and it felt like she knew what it was, only it was foggy and the fog just got thicker and thicker.

"Think! Think! Think!" Lucy muttered to herself.

It was just like the dream, when she tried to remember , she started forgetting it altogether. She had a vague memory about her struggling to get somewhere… but where? When she tried to remember the details she started forgetting the dream altogether. Where was I trying to go? Why did I want to get there so much? Surely this isn't important enough for me to fret over, she thought to herself. Her frustration turned into curiosity which turned into disinterest. She saw her sister to still be asleep and she decided to get an early start to the day.

She changed out of her red satin night gown into one of her winter dresses. It was a deep blue with white embroidery along the bottom hem and her lower arms. She put on her slippers and didn't bother brushing her hair. If her sister were awake she would never let Lucy leave in such a state. She was walking through the hallways of their private quarters in the castle when she heard footsteps.

Her brother Peter rounded the corner and was so engrossed in some letter that he didn't even see her. As he walked by she snuck up behind him and followed him to the dining hall, which wasn't a problem because it happened to be where she was heading. As he entered the room he stopped put the letter in his pocket and opened the door. Lucy barely snuck in before he shut the door with out looking back.

The dining hall was nothing more then a small room with two tables. Before the children went to the dining room there was an elaborate array of delicious foods set out for them.This morning there was an assortment of meat pies, scrambled eggs, pastries, bacon, fried ham, bagels, muffins and any sort of breakfast you could imagine. In front of the table of food was a small square table with a pale blue table cloth with a white lace covering. Four chairs, four plates, four glasses, four forks, four knives and four napkins. No room for anyone else but the children, and that was the way they wanted it.

This was one of the only places where the four children could simply be a family without people constantly telling them of all the things they had to do, all the people they had to see and all the problems they had to fix

Peter went to the table of food and took a cup of tea, but nothing to eat. When he went to sit in his chair he found his sister, Lucy, to already be sitting in it.

After getting over his surprise he laughed and asked "Have you been following me? Honestly I didn't hear you at all, who knew you could be that quiet?" he joked.

"Are you saying that I am loud? Now where ever did you get that idea?" she said knowing full well she was easily the loudest of the four. Lucy got out of Peters chair and walked over to the table of food and picked out the crunchiest bacon, toast and a glass of orange juice.

"Why are you up so early anyways? Usually you and Susan are last to come in." Peter said.

"Well," she paused trying to remember why she woke up, "I woke up in the middle of a dream, atleast I think so. I don't see why else I would have woken up."

"What sort of dream? Not a bad one I hope," Peter asked after getting up again and beginning to butter an English muffin.

"Well I don't remember exactly, but anyways what were you reading in the hall," Peter paused while buttering his muffin, "It looked like a letter, may I see it?" asked Lucy

She could tell even without seeing his face that something was distressing him.

"I'd rather wait until Ed came…" he said uncertainly.

"Well then, it can't be good can it," she said with a sigh.

"What does that mean?" said Peter who was trying not to make eye contact with his sister, a dead give away to the fact he didn't want to share what was in this letter.

"Well when ever something bad happens you try and protect Susan and I, you try to deal with it before we get a chance to find out. But you know we're not little girls anymore, we haven't been for a long time," how long had it been? The feeling came back…

Peter smiled knowing he couldn't lie to Lucy or to his other siblings either. "You're right Lu, I'll explain everything when Edmund and Susan come. And it's not as bad as you think. Nothing to worry about, just something to think about is all," he said this time with a smile.

They didn't talk much as they ate their breakfast, about a half hour later Edmund walked in, "Good Morning," he said sleepily, "You're not usually up Lucy," he said while getting his breakfast in the same fashion Peter and Lucy had.

In another ten minutes Susan appeared looking radiant (as always) in a pale green dress, and I can assure you that her hair was brushed to perfection unlike Lucy's currently unruly locks. Susan saw Lucy's hair and Lucy could tell she was trying to be polite and not make a sneer comment.

The four of them had changed quite a bit. Peter was 19. His pale blonde hair had turned to a very light brown. He was now just over six feet tall. Susan was 17 and had become a most beautiful woman. She had grown out her dark hair and it was now half way down her back in loose curls. Edmund, who was 15 certainly didn't look like a boy anymore, he was incredibly handsome with the same color hair as his sisters. To his dismay he was still shorter then his brother. And Lucy, her body had started to loose its childish shape and her face was thinning out so she was looking more and more like Susan every day. Her 13 birthday was coming up.

Edmund seemed to sense that his brother was worried about something, but he didn't want to push Peter to tell him until the girls were gone. But before he could do so Peter pulled out a letter from his pocket and put it in the middle of the table.

"This was sent to us from the beavers, I received it from a blue jay outside my window this very morning. It's nothing bad persay, it's some things that they've been seeing in the woods. But we definetly need to talk about it," Peter said while gesturing to Edmund to read the letter.

"But Peter what have they been seeing? If it's bad you know you have to tell us," Susan now turned to Edmund waiting for his explanation.

Edmund took in a deep breath, "They've been seeing people, sons of Adam I mean. People like us."

"Well what's the problem then? If they're like us then we should be excited," Lucy said confused as to what the fuss was.

"Lucy," Peter began, "Not every world is as nice as Narnia. We all know the White Witch was evil and she came from a different world. These people could be here to harm us, they could be trying to invade or take over Narnia, we just don't know."

There was a long pause after Peter had finished. Susan looked expectingly at her brothers waiting for one of them to say something, anything.

Edmund broke the silence, "Then we'll just have to find out ourselves won't we," he said looking at Peter, after all nothing was decided until the High King approved it.

"You're right. We'll leave tomorrow and prepare a small troop of men, only as a safety precaution of course," Peter added in response to Susan's scared look, "If it's what we're afraid of and we need more men, then we'll trust you two to get someone on the task. We'll leave Orion as the possible general if needed," Peter said sounding brave and confident like the king he was.

"But Peter, you can't leave us! I don't want to be separated from you, can we come too?" said Lucy desperately.

"No Lucy, we can't. We're women and it's no place for us," Susan said sadly.

"She's right Lucy, I'm sorry but we have to go," Peter said trying not to meet Lucy's tearful eyes.

Lucy turned to her last sibling, Edmund, "But what if something were to happen to you, we wouldn't even know! And I'll miss you terribly," she said now standing up in her frustration.

Edmund pulled Lucy onto his lap, "We'll send a letter every day, I promise. And I'll miss you too Lucy. But if anything were to happen to you... well, I wouldn't be able to bear it," he said. She began crying into his shoulder and he looked at Peter who was looking sadly down at his plate and at Susan who was close to tears also.

The children remembered the last time they had been apart, when the boys were fighting a gruesome battle against the White Witch, Edmund had barely made it out of that battle and Peter could easily have been killed. The girls silently begged Aslan that this wouldn't turn into anything like that.