Prologue: A Twist of Fate
Peter twiddled his thumbs idly in the waiting room of the maternity ward. His father had told him that he had been here twice before, once for his own birth and once for Susan. He didn't remember anything from the first event and the former's was only a vague memory of love and happiness. However, Peter was sure that there had been none of the high tension that had crept into the room with the nurse who had whispered urgently to his father causing the older Pevensie to blanch. Peter only hoped that his mummy and his new sibling were going to be okay. Susan sat up from where her small body was curled and stretched, gazing at their father pacing with curiosity.
"Daddy, are you okay?" Susan looked worriedly at their father. Mr. Pevensie sighed and forced a tired smile at his young daughter.
"Just a few complications, nothing to wor-." Mr. Pevensie stopped abruptly as the nurse from before stepped hesitantly into the small room.
"Mr. Pevensie?"
"Yes?" Peter looked up at his father's hoarse voice and the eerie silence that followed.
"I'm sorry, sir. It seems your wife has experienced more complications in labor. The baby was stillborn but she is awake and would like to see you." He just nodded, relief warring with grief and gestured for Peter and Susan to accompany him. The nurse eyed them doubtfully until Peter spoke.
"Was it a brother or a sister, Miss?"
"I beg your pardon?' The young nurse asked before smiling sadly at the solemn three year old. "A boy." She gestured for the Pevensies to follow her into the dimly lit hallway, unaware how Fate had twisted from its original path. In a far away land, a spell finished and a baby opened eyes as dark as night with a Witch cooing at her little prince and her brilliant plan.