(a/n: This song-fic is based on the song titled: Softly and Tenderly, which is one of my favorites.)

Come Home

Peter Pov

Once again my sister's face entered my thoughts. Susan, how could she have just left the memories of Narnia behind? Her faith had once been so strong, a thousand times stronger than mine. We had all tried to convince her to come back to Narnia and Aslan in her heart, but to no avail.

Susan was now convinced that it had all been a game. That none of it ever really existed. Her focus was on the material world and all that it provided. Unfortunately, she gave no second thought to eternity. Someday, Edmund, Lucy, and I would be going back, but I don't know if Susan will or not. I fear that my beloved sister will never come home again.

My parents, brother and youngest sister were sitting with me on a train on our way home from a trip to the countryside. We were also accompanied by my cousin, Eustace and his friend, Jill Pole.

My thoughts of my sister were interrupted by a small voice calling my name. "Peter, Peter, it's time." At first I didn't know if I had heard correctly. I was just about to dismiss the voice when I heard it again, louder this time. "Peter, it's time for you to come home to me." This time there was no denying it; this was Aslan calling me to him. Something must be about to happen. Barely a second later, there was a deafening, screeching sound. The train! We were all going to die. All along the train screams of terror could be heard. Then, there was nothing but impenetrable darkness, and excruciating pain.

For a long moment I tried to figure out where I was and how I got here. Then I saw my parents lying beside me, and I instantly knew that they were dead. My next thoughts were to find my brother and sister. I crawled to where I could see some crumpled figures on the ground. On my way to them I found Eustace and Jill, it was already too late to help them.

I kept crawling to my youngest siblings, finally reaching them. They were both alive, but just barely. Quickly, I gathered my dear siblings into my arms and leaned against the side of the train with them. We just sat there waiting, waiting to die.

Slowly, voices carried over to us from a distance, calling for some sign of life. None of us answered. A man was going from person to person checking for survivors. Eventually, he reached us.

"Son, are you okay?"

Tiredly, I nodded. Then I thought better of it. "Please, do you have a pen and paper?" I asked urgently.

"Here," the man said. He pulled out a piece of scrap paper and a pen that he pressed into my palm. Keeping both my arms around my dying brother and sister, I placed the paper on my lap and began to write.

Susan-

Please don't close your heart to what this says. Aslan is calling for us to come to Him. You know that this wasn't a game. In your soul, you know that Narnia and especially Aslan are real and that you were there.

Before we left, Aslan told us that he has another name in this world, and that we must find Him here in order to see Him again. We have all found Him. Time and time again, we have shown Him to you. And yet, you continue to deny Him. His name is Jesus. You must seek Him out now before it's too late. The time is running out, Susan, please don't ignore my warnings. Before too long, time will have run out and it will be too late to change your mind.

Aslan is going to call your name soon. Don't let that happen before you return to Narnia in your heart. I pray that when your name is called, that He is calling you home and not telling you that your time is up. I love you and want you to come home.

I Love You,

Peter

I know that my time on this earth was drawing to a close. Finally, I turned the paper over and wrote my sisters' name and 'Finchley' on the back so that this man could find her.

"Please, will you find her and give her this?"

"Of course, son. But may I ask you something?"

I nodded.

"Do you know where you will spend eternity? If you don't, I can help you find out."

Smiling slightly, I said, "I'm going home."

Edmund and Lucy both nodded once and then a peaceful smile spread across their faces. A moment later, their eyes closed, first Edmund's and a minute later, Lucy's. I knew that they were at peace with Aslan, just as I was about to.

Breathing was becoming more and m ore of a man crouched down lower next to me and took my hand. "What's your name, lad?"

"Peter," I breathed.

"Well, Peter, my name is Mark Johnson. I'm a pastor just outside London."

I could feel my life coming to an end.

"You'll take that to her, my sister?" I beseeched him with labored breathing.

"Yes, I promise to do everything in my power to deliver your letter."

"She's lost, I don't know if she will go home with me or not, to Heaven. Her time will be up before too much longer and I don't want to run out of time before she comes back." Slowly, I nodded and said, "I'm coming." With that the world around me faded as I closed my eyes for the last time.