*Prologue-Memories*
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She laid, covered in sweat and a scream escaped her throat. Her husband rubbed the hair that clung to her forehead and neck away and gave her hand a squeeze, kissing their entwined fingers lightly. Her hold on his hand became tighter, and her necked arched as she braced herself. The head midwife began instructing her , a sense of urgency in her voice.
"Alright, one more big push and you'll have the first one out. You ready, love? You can do this. Big, deep breath. And…"
She let out a long, agonized shriek and then.. it was over. She collapsed back into her pillows and released the breath. Tiny, weak cries filled the room.
"It's a boy." the midwife announced. "What would you like to name him?"
"Peter Joseph Pevensie." her husband answered, his smile apparent in his voice. She looked up at him and saw his face shining with pride as he looked over the midwife's shoulder at his son.
"Well he's all cleaned off. Would you like to hold him or wait until the other one is born?" the midwife asked. But half way through the question, the new mothers pupils had shrunken into two tiny little black dots and she had paled considerably. As her husband leaned into her and asked her if she was alright, an earsplitting scream filled the room and it began all over again.
After another long, pain filled three and a half hours of labor, she brought a tiny baby girl into the world, little Peter's twin sister.
"Congratulations, it's a little girl." the midwife said. Her husband laughed delightedly and gave her a huge kiss right on her sweat soaked forehead, then moving down to her lips. As they celebrated the birth of their first children, the team of midwives cleaned up the little girl and wrapped her up in a blanket, picking Peter up from his cradle and bringing the two over to the proud parents. As the midwife handed them over to the mother, the head midwife came over with the little girls birth certificate.
"What would you like to name her?" the midwife, whose name was Lucinne, asked.
"Penelope Anne Pevensie." the exhausted mother replied.
After being presented their newborn babes and cooing over them, she fell into a deep and much deserved slumber, her husband soon following suit. Lucinne quietly slipped the twins out of her grasp and took them into the next room, which had been made into a nursery to rest.
About two hours later, the new parents were woken from their slumber by the sound of a midwifes shriek from the next room. As they rubbed the sleep out of their eyes and fully woke up, they heard frantic voices and a furry of activity. Lucinne, who along with her team of four midwives was staying the first week with the family to make sure things went well, burst into their room and looked around. The two parents sat up from their sleeping positions, wide awake and fully alert.
"You didn't get Penelope from the other room did you?" she asked urgently.
"No.." she replied uneasily. She didn't at all like the look on Lucinne's face, and sat up further in her bed.
"Why? Is something wrong?" her husband asked, reaching out for her hand and squeezing it tightly. They exchanged frightened glances.
After a long silence, Lucinne looked up from the ground and steadily held their gazes.
"Your daughter is gone."
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Helen Pevensie shot up in her bed, an agonized shriek echoing in her bedroom. "PENELOPE!!"
Her door was thrown open and there stood her eldest son, a panicked expression on his face.
"Mother? Are you alright?" shouted Peter Pevensie, running to her side. Her other son, Edmund, came in a second after his brother, also coming to stand at her bedside.
"What happened?" he demanded. She glanced back and forth between their faces, choosing to keep her gaze on Edmund, seeing as looking at her older son caused her a tremendous ache in her heart for the sister he would never know he had. She shook these thoughts from her head and recovered herself, putting on the best smile she could muster at the moment.
"I'm fine, dearies. Just, had a bad dream.. is all," she said, her voice sounding hoarse and unconvincing. The two exchanged uncertain looks. "Go back to bed, dearies." her voice was firmer this time.
Glancing at his brother again, Edmund shrugged and muttered, "Alright. Goodnight, Mother." and shuffled out of the room. Peter watched him leave and then sat down on the edge of her bed.
"Would you like me to stay in here with you until you fall asleep?" he asked.
"No, Peter. Go back to bed." she said, her voice unintentionally sharp. She knew he meant well, but the last thing she needed was him in there to remind her of his lost sister.
He looked taken aback for a second, then recovered himself and but on a passive expression. "Alright. Goodnight then." he said, and then he left her alone in the dark to fend for herself as her past came back to haunt her.
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