"But Aunt Susan, I can run faster than any of the boys, and you keep telling me to be strong." Amber begged her Aunt Susan. She, her younger brother Simon, and her younger cousins (Steve and Angie), had all been orphaned on the same day and had been forced to live with their almost overly lady like Aunt Susan. Amber and Simon were the children of Peter Pevensie. Steve and Angie were the children of Edmund Pevensie. Their mothers died of the diphtheria shortly after their youngest was born.
"No Amber dear, I don't believe ladies should partake in sports at your age. You should have out grown those silly boys vs. girls games a long time ago." Aunt Susan stated as she fixed the toast for breakfast.
"I am not saying girls are better than boys, we just have a right to play the same sports as they do, and Father would let me. He was always very proud of my wanting to run track, do archery, and fence." Amber had just played the "you're not one of my parents" card. Aunt Susan looked hurt by those words, and Amber felt bad about them. She knew Aunt Susan was doing her best, but she wasn't Father, Uncle Ed, nor was she Aunt Lucy, she was the Aunt that she and the others saw as dull and boring, though very lovely and gentle. They all missed the other original Pevensie children.
"I miss him to Amber. You know, when we were younger, we played a game. We pretended that we were kings and queens of a far off kingdom called Narnia. Maybe you and the others could play that during the holiday." Aunt Susan stated as she gave Simon his piece of toast.
"Can we sissy?" Simon asked as he took a bite of toast. You see Simon was the youngest at five; he was towheaded, had big brown eyes like a puppy. Angie was the second youngest at eight; she had her father's dark eyes but her mother's brown hair. Steve was the second oldest at thirteen, he was the spitting image of his father at that age. Amber was the oldest at sixteen; she had wild red hair and big amber eyes.
"Yeah, she can be a big mean talking wolf; she has the eyes for it." Steve laughed as he ate his toast as well. He often teased his older cousin about her wolfish eyes.
"Oh, if I play a wolf then I get to eat you Steve." She growled at her cousin as she remembered her father telling her and Simon about their "adventures" in Narnia. When she was little she believed him, but now that she was older she knew better, but she needed him, she needed him to come and tell her that everything was going to be alright, like he always did.
"Now, I'm off to go get a few things for the store. Amber you're in charge. Simon, Angie, and Steve, listen to her, or I will have to punish you." Aunt Susan stated as she put on her coat and left the children alone.
"Let's play Narnia! We are the princies and Princessies of Narnia.
"Thanks Simon, but I think Princess Amber needs some alone time." She stated as she made her way to her room. She sat down on the bed and began to cry. She didn't want to play a silly game he used to play, but she wanted him back. She wanted her father back, his wild red hair and his big brown puppy dog eyes, his antics, his firm hand when she did something wrong, she wanted his gentle words when she was hurting. She didn't just want him, she needed him. She began to pray like he told her to do when she felt sad or upset in anyway.