Disclaimer: I (Ashleigh) do not own Narnia. If I did I would be there not here writing about it. And I couldn't write about it and post it here because Narnia does not have internet. (Although it would be fun if it did there are some people I would love to talk too.)

Unbeknownst to Peter, his father John Pevensie stood in the doorway of his son's room watching him. Peter continued studying for the test he was to have in school after Christmas break which was ending the next day.

John could not believe how much his kids had grown up in the three years since he had left for the war. Lucy was still a little girl but she acted like a lady, however she still seemed to have that glow in her eyes, although it was a much more mature one . Susan seemed far older than she should as she carried herself with a grace and elegance. Edmund was changed the most by far. He was no longer the rebellious child that John had left before the war, but a man. He seemed wise far beyond his 13 years. Peter too seemed far older than he should at sixteen. He was fiercely protective of the family and seemed loathe to let any of them out of his sight.

Peter and Edmund appeared to be so much more than brothers now. They also acted like best friends. Peter and Edmund could read each other like a book, and in some ways that bothered him. How could they have changed so much in so short a time span? Three years seemed like a lot but this seemed so different. Really they all seemed closer than any siblings he had ever seen. He knew he should be thankful for that but it was a lot to digest after being away for three years.

At that moment Peter turned as he heard his father at the door. "Oh, Dad. I am sorry I did not see you there. Come in."

John slowly walked towards Peter's desk not really sure why he was there. "I hope I have not disturbed you."

"No not at all," Peter paused, waiting for his father to say something. Finally after a moment Peter added, "did you need something?"

"I don't know, it's just you all seem so different. I know it's been three years but still," He trailed off not sure how to finish the thought. John sat down and he talked with his son for almost an hour. It made him feel better to realize that he had not changed as much as it seemed. He had just matured in who he already was.

Although none of his kids had changed as much as he had thought they had just matured in who they already were there were still obvious things every day. He had told Peter and Edmund that he would take them fishing today. He was still shocked everytime he saw just how close they had become considering the bickering that had been going on before he had left. As he waited out in the yard for his sons he once again thought about how mature they seemed. Every one of them seemed so much like adults that it was scary. At that moment Peter and Edmund walked out into the yard. It was not very far to the pond where they had used to go, only about a ten minute walk. He took a quick look up at the sky noting the clouds, but realized that it did not neccessarily mean anything. It looked like that often, when it did not rain.

They all enjoyed the fishing trip thoroughly especially, the chance to talk and just be together. They were about to start home when the storm broke. They had just stood up and they made a run for it, but the rain was coming down in torrents. It seemed like the closer they came to home the harder the rain came down, slowing them drastically. By the time they arrived home all three were completely drenched. Once in the house they went into the closest room to try not to drip water through the house.

A few moments later John walked into the room to bring his sons dry clothes. What he saw was the last thing that he expected. Both of his sons were drying off when he walked in. Both of them thanked him and began to put on the dry shirts but he stopped them with a shocked gasp. Both of them had scars marring their bodies. More scars than he had ever seen on one person even in battle. Not even in Greece. These scars betrayed them. They were scars that looked to have been painful and some he guessed even life-threatening. But he had no idea how they could have gotten them. "Peter, Edmund," He finally managed to strangle out. "What on earth, how..."

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May The Lion Be With You and His Blessings Upon You,
Ashleigh